Counting papers just now led me to thinking about the various skills I've picked up from my many jobs.
What started the thought process is the fact that I have a myriad of paper counting abilities that I learned from the printers wife who was my last boss.
I've been secretly storing these abilities in my back pocket, hoping that one day I'll find myself in a paper counting emergency with a group of people I'd like to impress. When that day comes I'll say WAIT if you do this *wisk, bam, boom* you'll know that you have 1, 503 sheets of paper.
The crowd will watch in a stunned silence and everyone drop to their knees and cry out in praise.
In my days of counting paper, it's amazing how often I've envisioned that.
For real.
I thought that it would be neat to go down my job history and think back to all the things I've picked up at each one. I don't mean to bore. You can do the same, start your own blog, and write about yourself as much as you want. Until then, read on:
Target: This was the greatest first job EVER. And from it I learned a lot. Being a customer service person for most of it, I learned a lot about pleasing people and just what it feels like to get a package of sheets thrown at your head. I learned a lot about retail, and how important it is to have good relationships with everyone you work with. And I definitely realized how important it is to be patient with the person explaining company policy-they didn't come up with the idea, they're just paid minimum wage to get it across to you.
Law Offices of Christopher J. Hurst: He was a real estate lawyer and in this job as the front desk person I learned a lot about proper office decorum. I also learned that when someone says they'll "work with your school schedule" that holds true till about August when school actually starts. Moving on...
MediaPro: This was the beginning of my trek in the world of telemarketing. It's an ugly, nasty world. This place was cool though. I didn't learn anything professionally, but I did learn that you can make such an impact on people by just being you. It's so important to be a light wherever you go, and leaving there showed me that I made more of a difference then I ever thought possible.
Dyrex: Oo and speaking of the ugly, nasty world of telemarketing...this place was the nastiest of them all. Here I learned that God has everything under control, no matter how much of a Jackass your boss may be. It's good to be reminded that we don't rely on bosses, and this job did just that.
NuImage: this is where the paper counting skills were learned and honed. This was a great job, and I can't even begin to sum up everything I learned there (it would take a whole other blog). I'm really, truly appreciative of it.
My current job has taught me a lot (make me your date at the next Quickbooks party and I can hob nob with the best of them). As did the little filler jobs I had along the way (HomeGoods, UNF bookstore, Accountant for a landscaping company). It's neat to look back at my job quilt, if you will, and see all the different patterns that make up the blanket of my..life..what?! How cheesy is that?!
Anyway, it is neat to take a look back at where you've come from at least in the job market and see how each little experience added some kind of ingredient to who you are today (food reference!! :)
Ps. Listening to John Mayer makes me want to be a songwriter.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
The Best Job Ever
I want to have a quick conversation with you about an infinite subject. Not so much a conversation as it will be a monologue, but feel free to let it marinate in your mind and add your own spices as you do.
This scripture is the basis for this discussion...
"For in the Gospel, a righteousness that God ascribes is revealed, both springing from faith and leading to faith [disclosed through the way of faith that arouses to more faith]. As it is written The man who through faith is just and upright shall live by faith." -Romans 1:17
This is a proverbial piece of word steak. I read it, re-read it, re-read it again, wrote it on my chalkboard, read it, read it outloud and repeated that process until I realized that the best way to go about digestion is to talk it out. So let me be your proverbial (there's an addiction to the word "proverbial"-I realize that) mother and cut the steak for you...
Bite 1: So in the Word, God "ascribes" a righteousness--Ascribe: attribute to a person--that springs from simply having faith.
Bite 2: If we are a Christian then we automatically have faith-faith that God is God, faith that He sent His Son to die for our sins, and so on and so forth. Therefore if we have faith it leads to more faith and as a bonus package "a righteousness that God ascribes is revealed."
Now, let me introduce a new flavor....
Romans 15:13
"May the God of your hope so fill you with all joy and peace in believing (through the experience of your faith) that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound and be overflowing bubbling over with hope."
Let's get this straight. Having faith:
1. Pleases God- and really we could stop there because that's reason alone.
2. Ascribes to us a special righteousness
3. Arouses MORE faith
4. Fills us (according to Romans 15:13) with all joy and peace
5. Causes us to overflow, bubble over with hope
That is so inspiring. Why wouldn't you want to have faith if it produces all of that?!
Each reason above BY ITSELF would be reason enough to have faith, yet we get the added benefit of all of them. BEST INFO-MERCIAL EVER right there.
In fact, I was just thinking that if selling faith was a job, it would be the best sales job ever, but isn't that what we're called to do?*
*Dramatic ending!!!
This scripture is the basis for this discussion...
"For in the Gospel, a righteousness that God ascribes is revealed, both springing from faith and leading to faith [disclosed through the way of faith that arouses to more faith]. As it is written The man who through faith is just and upright shall live by faith." -Romans 1:17
This is a proverbial piece of word steak. I read it, re-read it, re-read it again, wrote it on my chalkboard, read it, read it outloud and repeated that process until I realized that the best way to go about digestion is to talk it out. So let me be your proverbial (there's an addiction to the word "proverbial"-I realize that) mother and cut the steak for you...
Bite 1: So in the Word, God "ascribes" a righteousness--Ascribe: attribute to a person--that springs from simply having faith.
Bite 2: If we are a Christian then we automatically have faith-faith that God is God, faith that He sent His Son to die for our sins, and so on and so forth. Therefore if we have faith it leads to more faith and as a bonus package "a righteousness that God ascribes is revealed."
Now, let me introduce a new flavor....
Romans 15:13
"May the God of your hope so fill you with all joy and peace in believing (through the experience of your faith) that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound and be overflowing bubbling over with hope."
Let's get this straight. Having faith:
1. Pleases God- and really we could stop there because that's reason alone.
2. Ascribes to us a special righteousness
3. Arouses MORE faith
4. Fills us (according to Romans 15:13) with all joy and peace
5. Causes us to overflow, bubble over with hope
That is so inspiring. Why wouldn't you want to have faith if it produces all of that?!
Each reason above BY ITSELF would be reason enough to have faith, yet we get the added benefit of all of them. BEST INFO-MERCIAL EVER right there.
In fact, I was just thinking that if selling faith was a job, it would be the best sales job ever, but isn't that what we're called to do?*
*Dramatic ending!!!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Taking the No out of Snow
Snow should really be called "Syesw"
I don't know how to pronounce that, but I do know that in a minute I'm going to go outside gather up some of the heavenly white stuff and make Snow Cream!!
Found a recipe on foodnetwork and it pretty much involves vanilla extract, milk and Syesw!
I love snow and yesterday when I was on my way home from work (more of a slide then a drive) I stopped to get gas and purposely smiled big at every one around cause I think it's important that people get excited about the best natural phenomenon EVER.
My puppy is excited about it and he played in it with me last night. It was a magical evening of me throwing snow clumps and him chasing after them and ending up with them all over his little puppy face.
That's all I got, just a big blurb of snow loving, this blog is.
Happy Snow Day!!!
I don't know how to pronounce that, but I do know that in a minute I'm going to go outside gather up some of the heavenly white stuff and make Snow Cream!!
Found a recipe on foodnetwork and it pretty much involves vanilla extract, milk and Syesw!
I love snow and yesterday when I was on my way home from work (more of a slide then a drive) I stopped to get gas and purposely smiled big at every one around cause I think it's important that people get excited about the best natural phenomenon EVER.
My puppy is excited about it and he played in it with me last night. It was a magical evening of me throwing snow clumps and him chasing after them and ending up with them all over his little puppy face.
That's all I got, just a big blurb of snow loving, this blog is.
Happy Snow Day!!!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Merry Bleepmas
Walking into Sam's yesterday you're immediately greeted not only with the Club "id checker" or "bouncer" haha as I like to think about it, but you're also immediately reminded of the holiday with all of their great Christmas presents right there at the door.
But giving the greeter a hearty "Merry Christmas" only got us a mere "same to you" causing us to realize they're probably not allowed to say it back.
"Sam Walton would be rolling over in his grave" I said as we walked away.
After that a "Merry Christmas" was dished out to the McDonalds drive through employee who looked for a second as if he were going to say it back and instead gave a weak, "thanks."
What my husband and I found so fascinated yesterday as we drove home was the number of employees that can't say it back to us. You would think that if someone offers up a Merry Christmas they would at least be allowed to return it, but apparently they can't.
What I would like to know is if these people who have raised such a rucus about saying Christmas..do they not slip up and say it at all themselves? Do they never say Christmas presents or Christmas time? I would really like to know someone who was of the opinion that we "shouldn't be inforcing our religious beliefs by saying "Christmas"' cause if I did, I would so call them out on it every. single. time. they said the word.
It's sad that such a loud mouth minority like that has rule over what we wish each other as we get our change.
I'm not completely against saying Happy Holidays, I used to say it all the time when I was a cashier at Target. It's a phrase that does encompass all the holidays, and if that's the reason you say it, then more power to you. It's the "political correctness" that I don't like, or not returning "Merry Christmas" at all that's weak sauce.
So I double dare you, in the next week, overstate your Merry Christmas. Do it.
At the mall on Saturday my sister and I encountered a man who was standing at the door wishing everyone a Merry Christmas as they walked in. As we walked out she said, "You know maybe he's trying to make a statement." I hope she's right. And if I see him again I may just stand next to him and offer my voice next to his. Because it's Christ that starts this whole thing, not "Same to you."
But giving the greeter a hearty "Merry Christmas" only got us a mere "same to you" causing us to realize they're probably not allowed to say it back.
"Sam Walton would be rolling over in his grave" I said as we walked away.
After that a "Merry Christmas" was dished out to the McDonalds drive through employee who looked for a second as if he were going to say it back and instead gave a weak, "thanks."
What my husband and I found so fascinated yesterday as we drove home was the number of employees that can't say it back to us. You would think that if someone offers up a Merry Christmas they would at least be allowed to return it, but apparently they can't.
What I would like to know is if these people who have raised such a rucus about saying Christmas..do they not slip up and say it at all themselves? Do they never say Christmas presents or Christmas time? I would really like to know someone who was of the opinion that we "shouldn't be inforcing our religious beliefs by saying "Christmas"' cause if I did, I would so call them out on it every. single. time. they said the word.
It's sad that such a loud mouth minority like that has rule over what we wish each other as we get our change.
I'm not completely against saying Happy Holidays, I used to say it all the time when I was a cashier at Target. It's a phrase that does encompass all the holidays, and if that's the reason you say it, then more power to you. It's the "political correctness" that I don't like, or not returning "Merry Christmas" at all that's weak sauce.
So I double dare you, in the next week, overstate your Merry Christmas. Do it.
At the mall on Saturday my sister and I encountered a man who was standing at the door wishing everyone a Merry Christmas as they walked in. As we walked out she said, "You know maybe he's trying to make a statement." I hope she's right. And if I see him again I may just stand next to him and offer my voice next to his. Because it's Christ that starts this whole thing, not "Same to you."
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Raw Eggs and Great Lines
Everyone can breathe a sigh of relief…I’ve found a book to latch onto.
I know I said I was going to read “The Great Gatsby” and I did start into it, but didn’t get past the first chapter. It didn’t hook me. Granted I didn’t give it time to, but I’ll not write it off I’ll just pick it up another time.
My new found love is actually by Ms. E. L. Konigsburg. I know, I know, the last book I read of hers I ended up complaining about. But I’ve picked up another one the other night at 10:30 while Dayton slept soundly next to me, and I don’t know, maybe it was the magic of reading under the covers with my book light that just made it love at first read.
What does it for me is a good first line. I’m such a first line kind of person with everything really. My favorite Norah Jones song (well, ok I’ve got 5 contending for that spot so one of my favorite) is the one that starts off,
You’ve got a famous last name, but you’re not to blame. Baby, I see you for who you are.
I am incessantly drawn in by the mystery of that line—what is the last name, why is it famous, what does she see in him? It’s something I savor every time I hear it.
Konigsburg draws the same curious picture in my current read, T-backs, T-shirts, COAT, and Suit, with an opening line that goes like this,
“Going to Peco for the summer was not Chloe’s first choice. Or her second or her third. It was her only choice.”
A line like that deserves further investigation.
The delight of her writing continues, but takes new shape as the mystery of why it wasn’t Chloe’s choice is quickly dispelled. Konigsburg keeps you there with a smattering of really great descriptions.
I used to look at writing, and singing for that matter, as something you have to do extraordinarily well with every note and every word. Pick a sentence structure that will wow them every time and use words never before combined; sing a song so well the notes sound as if you’ve just created them from your own set of vocal chords…but no pressure.
It wasn’t until, well, I don’t remember the exact moment, but I soon realized that good writing, and good singing, involves not a string of heavenly sounds or words, but rather a body of well-crafted work with a surprising glimpse of talent here and there.
I don’t have to re-invent the wheel when I write a children’s story, I just have to have a good plot and some colorful characters and make sure that I have a humorous nugget or a clever description thrown in here and there like cookie dough to vanilla ice cream. It’s those bites with the cookie dough that we love so much, but if the whole cone were a ball of cookie dough with pockets of vanilla it just wouldn’t be the same.
Plus we’d probably get a stomachache, but that has nothing to do with my writing metaphor I just ran out of ways to end this thing.
I know I said I was going to read “The Great Gatsby” and I did start into it, but didn’t get past the first chapter. It didn’t hook me. Granted I didn’t give it time to, but I’ll not write it off I’ll just pick it up another time.
My new found love is actually by Ms. E. L. Konigsburg. I know, I know, the last book I read of hers I ended up complaining about. But I’ve picked up another one the other night at 10:30 while Dayton slept soundly next to me, and I don’t know, maybe it was the magic of reading under the covers with my book light that just made it love at first read.
What does it for me is a good first line. I’m such a first line kind of person with everything really. My favorite Norah Jones song (well, ok I’ve got 5 contending for that spot so one of my favorite) is the one that starts off,
You’ve got a famous last name, but you’re not to blame. Baby, I see you for who you are.
I am incessantly drawn in by the mystery of that line—what is the last name, why is it famous, what does she see in him? It’s something I savor every time I hear it.
Konigsburg draws the same curious picture in my current read, T-backs, T-shirts, COAT, and Suit, with an opening line that goes like this,
“Going to Peco for the summer was not Chloe’s first choice. Or her second or her third. It was her only choice.”
A line like that deserves further investigation.
The delight of her writing continues, but takes new shape as the mystery of why it wasn’t Chloe’s choice is quickly dispelled. Konigsburg keeps you there with a smattering of really great descriptions.
I used to look at writing, and singing for that matter, as something you have to do extraordinarily well with every note and every word. Pick a sentence structure that will wow them every time and use words never before combined; sing a song so well the notes sound as if you’ve just created them from your own set of vocal chords…but no pressure.
It wasn’t until, well, I don’t remember the exact moment, but I soon realized that good writing, and good singing, involves not a string of heavenly sounds or words, but rather a body of well-crafted work with a surprising glimpse of talent here and there.
I don’t have to re-invent the wheel when I write a children’s story, I just have to have a good plot and some colorful characters and make sure that I have a humorous nugget or a clever description thrown in here and there like cookie dough to vanilla ice cream. It’s those bites with the cookie dough that we love so much, but if the whole cone were a ball of cookie dough with pockets of vanilla it just wouldn’t be the same.
Plus we’d probably get a stomachache, but that has nothing to do with my writing metaphor I just ran out of ways to end this thing.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A few...ok maybe a lot of my favorite things...
Can I just say, I really love Christmas time.
Ha of course I can it's my own flippen' blog.
I do love it, I especially love telling people Merry Christmas or Happy Thanksgiving. That's probably my favorite part. That whole spreading good cheer thing. Love it.
And I really love winter. The bundling and the cozy inside-ness of it, how you get to have all these cool extra accessories like scarves and gloves and hats and what they look like all piled up near your front door.
I love fire burning dvd's and the smell of wood burning when you walk outside.
I love getting to eat soup for lunch and drinking coffee or hot tea any time of day cause you're cold.
Oo Oo and I love how the Christmas version of everything comes on tv and how there's always something good on the radio cause at least one station does Christmas music 24/7.
Boots are my favorite shoe, I've decided, and I love rushing inside and watching windy, cold weather from underneath a blanket (until you reach for something and your arms freeze up and you think..oh man if only my blanket had SLEEVES!).
Mmm Winter is my favorite, and Christmas is my favorite.
So I'm going to sit back and enjoy.
Ha of course I can it's my own flippen' blog.
I do love it, I especially love telling people Merry Christmas or Happy Thanksgiving. That's probably my favorite part. That whole spreading good cheer thing. Love it.
And I really love winter. The bundling and the cozy inside-ness of it, how you get to have all these cool extra accessories like scarves and gloves and hats and what they look like all piled up near your front door.
I love fire burning dvd's and the smell of wood burning when you walk outside.
I love getting to eat soup for lunch and drinking coffee or hot tea any time of day cause you're cold.
Oo Oo and I love how the Christmas version of everything comes on tv and how there's always something good on the radio cause at least one station does Christmas music 24/7.
Boots are my favorite shoe, I've decided, and I love rushing inside and watching windy, cold weather from underneath a blanket (until you reach for something and your arms freeze up and you think..oh man if only my blanket had SLEEVES!).
Mmm Winter is my favorite, and Christmas is my favorite.
So I'm going to sit back and enjoy.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Good
I ask—ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory—to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for his followers, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust him—endless energy, boundless strength!
-Ephesians 1:15-19 (the message)
-Ephesians 1:15-19 (the message)
Friday, December 4, 2009
Psalm 34:1
"I will bless the Lord at all times His praise shall continually be in my mouth."
What's something that's in your mouth for long periods of time?
Gum.
When you think about it, we chew gum and know that we're chewing gum, but the whole time we're not thinking, "I'm chewing gum, I'm chewing gum, I'm chewing gum." It's in our mind, just not the tip of it.
When I read this scripture the first thing I thought of was "His praise shall continually be in my mouth" like gum.
How gross is it though, when we're chewing gum and then decide to eat a cracker (if you can actually reference a time when you've done this don't tell anyone).
It's at least a very imaginable gross-ness.
If you compare it again to the scripture it would be like chewing on the praises of God, then sticking a complain cracker in your mouth--they don't mix well.
I chewed on this scripture all day yesterday and plan to invoke the taste of cracker-gum next time I decide to complain about something.
You should do the same, and if you have trouble imagining the cracker-gum combo, try it-I double dare you.
What's something that's in your mouth for long periods of time?
Gum.
When you think about it, we chew gum and know that we're chewing gum, but the whole time we're not thinking, "I'm chewing gum, I'm chewing gum, I'm chewing gum." It's in our mind, just not the tip of it.
When I read this scripture the first thing I thought of was "His praise shall continually be in my mouth" like gum.
How gross is it though, when we're chewing gum and then decide to eat a cracker (if you can actually reference a time when you've done this don't tell anyone).
It's at least a very imaginable gross-ness.
If you compare it again to the scripture it would be like chewing on the praises of God, then sticking a complain cracker in your mouth--they don't mix well.
I chewed on this scripture all day yesterday and plan to invoke the taste of cracker-gum next time I decide to complain about something.
You should do the same, and if you have trouble imagining the cracker-gum combo, try it-I double dare you.
Monday, November 23, 2009
One day you're in and the next you're out.
Just watched the Project Runway finale (thanks to hulu NOT my delete-happy tivo) and since Dayton is deep into the examination of the back of his eyelids I will let it all out here-in my (wait for it, wait for it) space.
The girl who won this season was a meanie head the entire time, which I think is a big mistake for one huge reason (that can also be contrived into a life lesson, so shut the yawn)...She may need a favor from the other contestants some day you never know. And yet she stepped on everyone she could and was not afraid to bad mouth people in front of the judges and I think that's wrong.
The super sweet girl from Charleston who won me over with her Pillsbury giggle should have won, but she'll go on to greatness no doubt.
I am pumped to go out and contrive my winter wardrobe after this episode which I love.
It's so true about having a vision (it stems from the Bible so-duh) but I hate it when I go shopping and have no vision for the look I'm going for, no creative stimulation if you will. That's why I like to keep clothes magazines lying around, really any kind of magazine with good pictures cause honestly, I've drawn inspiration from the strangest of places.
Now my creative cup is filled and with cash in my pocket I am wishing it was 11:19 am and not pm or else I would immediately storm the mall and go wild.
Oh well, a task for tomorrow night I guess.
The girl who won this season was a meanie head the entire time, which I think is a big mistake for one huge reason (that can also be contrived into a life lesson, so shut the yawn)...She may need a favor from the other contestants some day you never know. And yet she stepped on everyone she could and was not afraid to bad mouth people in front of the judges and I think that's wrong.
The super sweet girl from Charleston who won me over with her Pillsbury giggle should have won, but she'll go on to greatness no doubt.
I am pumped to go out and contrive my winter wardrobe after this episode which I love.
It's so true about having a vision (it stems from the Bible so-duh) but I hate it when I go shopping and have no vision for the look I'm going for, no creative stimulation if you will. That's why I like to keep clothes magazines lying around, really any kind of magazine with good pictures cause honestly, I've drawn inspiration from the strangest of places.
Now my creative cup is filled and with cash in my pocket I am wishing it was 11:19 am and not pm or else I would immediately storm the mall and go wild.
Oh well, a task for tomorrow night I guess.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Confession:
I am intentionally committing a self-proclaimed sin. I'm not going to finish the book I started.
Certain I'm not the only one to do this, I do it fully aware of the breech in many things, such as the flow of the book if I choose to pick it back up, or the flow of my reading list, which for this year includes now 14 and 1/2 books, and the breech in my self inflicted contract of researching childrens books before I write my own.
I just can't finish this one. It's by someone who once was my favorite children's author, but is now teetering on the brink of #2.
The book is called, The mysterious edge of the heroic world and it's the characters (flat) and the scenery (dilapidated) that have failed to meet my imagination's standards. I may push through, but really is it so wrong to shut the door on that world in the middle of a scene?
Is it so rude to excuse oneself without giving the characters a fore-warning?
I think not. At least half of me does, the other half will embark on a condemning diatribe every time I pass the thing and I will think to myself, "I should pick that up again" which is invariably followed by, "but really I should start from the beginning" and then I will blink and the notion will pass.
Hopefully, my new book (The Great Gatsby) will give my imagination enough of a workout to be in shape again.
Certain I'm not the only one to do this, I do it fully aware of the breech in many things, such as the flow of the book if I choose to pick it back up, or the flow of my reading list, which for this year includes now 14 and 1/2 books, and the breech in my self inflicted contract of researching childrens books before I write my own.
I just can't finish this one. It's by someone who once was my favorite children's author, but is now teetering on the brink of #2.
The book is called, The mysterious edge of the heroic world and it's the characters (flat) and the scenery (dilapidated) that have failed to meet my imagination's standards. I may push through, but really is it so wrong to shut the door on that world in the middle of a scene?
Is it so rude to excuse oneself without giving the characters a fore-warning?
I think not. At least half of me does, the other half will embark on a condemning diatribe every time I pass the thing and I will think to myself, "I should pick that up again" which is invariably followed by, "but really I should start from the beginning" and then I will blink and the notion will pass.
Hopefully, my new book (The Great Gatsby) will give my imagination enough of a workout to be in shape again.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Family
There are a good many writers/comedians out there who make a decent living by telling us about their family.
In fact I think it's quite near comedic genius to be able to take one idiosyncratic element about your own family and tell it in such a way that people can relate and laugh along with you.
(Example: "If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'" -jeff foxworthy)
Without that group of people that we all both strongly love and sometimes strongly hate we wouldn't be who we are today and would probably take out our frustrations on strangers more often then need be.
I love getting together with extended family. Not just because it's fun to catch up with these people who will always be in your life, no matter the frequency, but because it's fun to learn that you share more than a nose, you share personalities, senses of humor and it just makes you feel a little less unique (in a good way).
My brother got married this past weekend which gave us all a good excuse to get together. And while it was undoubtedly relaxing to not be the bride, it was also great fun seeing old faces together with the fresh additions.
The greatest thing about my family is there needn't be a comedian around to make them funny, they do it pretty well on their own. In the hours we were together more jokes were cracked then eggs in a bakery (hey that's a good one). And laughter was shared like an infectious disease (hmm).
I love that though. And I love seeing where I came from and being able to blame my sometimes all too silly nature on my aunts and uncles :)
In fact I think it's quite near comedic genius to be able to take one idiosyncratic element about your own family and tell it in such a way that people can relate and laugh along with you.
(Example: "If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'" -jeff foxworthy)
Without that group of people that we all both strongly love and sometimes strongly hate we wouldn't be who we are today and would probably take out our frustrations on strangers more often then need be.
I love getting together with extended family. Not just because it's fun to catch up with these people who will always be in your life, no matter the frequency, but because it's fun to learn that you share more than a nose, you share personalities, senses of humor and it just makes you feel a little less unique (in a good way).
My brother got married this past weekend which gave us all a good excuse to get together. And while it was undoubtedly relaxing to not be the bride, it was also great fun seeing old faces together with the fresh additions.
The greatest thing about my family is there needn't be a comedian around to make them funny, they do it pretty well on their own. In the hours we were together more jokes were cracked then eggs in a bakery (hey that's a good one). And laughter was shared like an infectious disease (hmm).
I love that though. And I love seeing where I came from and being able to blame my sometimes all too silly nature on my aunts and uncles :)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Free Range Thoughts
Today is what I'm calling Free Range Thought Day.
Hopefully by calling it this my thoughts will come organically (whatever the flip that means) and I'll have a wildly creative day.
I'm not even going to edit this blog. I'm going to write it, run it up the flag pole and see if it flies.
I'm giddy with possibilities cause today is a day when I have little to no writing responsibilities imposed upon me by the outside world, and I get to work on whatever I want to.
So I thought I'd start on this blog and go from there.
I was in conversation recently with someone about what I do.
I love it when people ask me that now, by the way, because I love saying it but I think sometimes I get too giddy about it and it doesn't eek out with as much smoothness as I'd prefer.
Instead of a silky nonchalant, "I'm a writer" it most often, at least in my head, sounds like, "I'm a writer..HuHu..yeah..*giggles"
In the course of our conversation I was presented with the need to explain why I love what I do and I answered it with this...Back in July someone (who I consider to be a notch above an acquaintance of mine) started spouting out deeply person problems to me.
In the moment that this was going on I was confused and could think of more to say to a block of cheese then I could to them about their problem.
It was then that the thought was born, "this is exactly why I want to be writer, that way I can work for hours at a time and not have to talk to anyone."
I think it's truly amazing how we're all built different ways and how our personalities match up with what it is we're supposed to do.
I also think it's perfectly satisfying to be content with your own personality. When you can settle down with a hot cup of coffee and relax in your own skin, that's a good day.
*holds up coffee* Here's to a warm blanket of skin....wow, that sounds horrible, but since I'm not editing, it's what I will end on.
Hopefully by calling it this my thoughts will come organically (whatever the flip that means) and I'll have a wildly creative day.
I'm not even going to edit this blog. I'm going to write it, run it up the flag pole and see if it flies.
I'm giddy with possibilities cause today is a day when I have little to no writing responsibilities imposed upon me by the outside world, and I get to work on whatever I want to.
So I thought I'd start on this blog and go from there.
I was in conversation recently with someone about what I do.
I love it when people ask me that now, by the way, because I love saying it but I think sometimes I get too giddy about it and it doesn't eek out with as much smoothness as I'd prefer.
Instead of a silky nonchalant, "I'm a writer" it most often, at least in my head, sounds like, "I'm a writer..HuHu..yeah..*giggles"
In the course of our conversation I was presented with the need to explain why I love what I do and I answered it with this...Back in July someone (who I consider to be a notch above an acquaintance of mine) started spouting out deeply person problems to me.
In the moment that this was going on I was confused and could think of more to say to a block of cheese then I could to them about their problem.
It was then that the thought was born, "this is exactly why I want to be writer, that way I can work for hours at a time and not have to talk to anyone."
I think it's truly amazing how we're all built different ways and how our personalities match up with what it is we're supposed to do.
I also think it's perfectly satisfying to be content with your own personality. When you can settle down with a hot cup of coffee and relax in your own skin, that's a good day.
*holds up coffee* Here's to a warm blanket of skin....wow, that sounds horrible, but since I'm not editing, it's what I will end on.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Post One Hundred and Fifty
Ooo a post milestone! How exciting.
I have lots and lots of writing to do today so I've set up my office perfectly:
Clean chalkboard (giving me eight feet of free range thought).
Autumn wreath candle (because fall inspires writing like nobodies business).
Cup of "Awake" tea (which does the caffeine trick *see twitter).
Window open (I love LOVE outside sounds almost as much as I love jazz).
Blinds completely open (cause that's HOW I LIKE THEM).
Banana (in case of a wandering urge to go to the kitchen and break concentration spell).
Cloudy day (set up by God-appreciated by me).
And
Dog bed-Why? Oh I don't know, right now the picture would have been perfect if my new puppy (now 3 weeks new to me) were sleeping peacefully in the large zebra bed I've carefully placed next to the desk and on top of his cage insuring the perfect height he apparently craves. But no puppy. He's been lured by the sliding glass door and the constant entertainment there. So I'm one Jax short of having the perfect office set up.
But he'll come around.
He likes to sleep on top of the couch (not on, but on top of where the pillows reach the highest height) but this poses a problem. Last time I was writing in the office I heard the jingle of his collar..jingle jingle...BAM! He had shifted positions and then fallen off the back of the couch. Silly boy.
That's how I know he'll come around.
*sips tea*
It's going to be a good day.
I have lots and lots of writing to do today so I've set up my office perfectly:
Clean chalkboard (giving me eight feet of free range thought).
Autumn wreath candle (because fall inspires writing like nobodies business).
Cup of "Awake" tea (which does the caffeine trick *see twitter).
Window open (I love LOVE outside sounds almost as much as I love jazz).
Blinds completely open (cause that's HOW I LIKE THEM).
Banana (in case of a wandering urge to go to the kitchen and break concentration spell).
Cloudy day (set up by God-appreciated by me).
And
Dog bed-Why? Oh I don't know, right now the picture would have been perfect if my new puppy (now 3 weeks new to me) were sleeping peacefully in the large zebra bed I've carefully placed next to the desk and on top of his cage insuring the perfect height he apparently craves. But no puppy. He's been lured by the sliding glass door and the constant entertainment there. So I'm one Jax short of having the perfect office set up.
But he'll come around.
He likes to sleep on top of the couch (not on, but on top of where the pillows reach the highest height) but this poses a problem. Last time I was writing in the office I heard the jingle of his collar..jingle jingle...BAM! He had shifted positions and then fallen off the back of the couch. Silly boy.
That's how I know he'll come around.
*sips tea*
It's going to be a good day.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
With the promise of other blogs...here's something entirely different.
I just finished an email to a dear friend of mine who lives in another city but who provides me with the release of writing emails that Jane Austin herself would appreciate.
It's a curious thing, and I am using this blog to wonder aloud (and by aloud I mean in black and white to the internet community) why is it that certain people evoke certain abilities from us?
For example, when I try to write well worded emails to other people I feel as if I come out tripping over my words and blubbering pedestrian things like "hey whats up" but when I write to a particular group of people the Austin-esq words and phrases just flow out of me, "with you, what is up?" (that was a joke).
The same is true for joke-making. There are certain people who when I am around them the funny comes spilling out the way God intended it, but around others (particularly those who I would like to consider me as the go to for comedy)...eh...not so much, "knock-knock?"
I guess the key word is "try" maybe it is that when we try to hard it doesn't work. Which would make sense like that "cool" blog I wrote, the harder you try to be cool the less it actually works out for you (duh, elizabeth).
Ok well, I don't know how to remedy that cause there'll always be people you want to impress, maybe we (assuming you have the same sort of issue) maybe we need to approach it like a lie detector test. They say the way to beat those things is to trick yourself into thinking that when you're answering simple things like "What is your name" you are actually telling a lie that way when you tell a lie the stress that registers is the same as when you said your name.
So maybe I need to think that when I'm writing to my dear friend I need to amp up the stress level making my other, more professional emails come off beautiful.
There. Problem solved.
Thanks for listening internet community :)
It's a curious thing, and I am using this blog to wonder aloud (and by aloud I mean in black and white to the internet community) why is it that certain people evoke certain abilities from us?
For example, when I try to write well worded emails to other people I feel as if I come out tripping over my words and blubbering pedestrian things like "hey whats up" but when I write to a particular group of people the Austin-esq words and phrases just flow out of me, "with you, what is up?" (that was a joke).
The same is true for joke-making. There are certain people who when I am around them the funny comes spilling out the way God intended it, but around others (particularly those who I would like to consider me as the go to for comedy)...eh...not so much, "knock-knock?"
I guess the key word is "try" maybe it is that when we try to hard it doesn't work. Which would make sense like that "cool" blog I wrote, the harder you try to be cool the less it actually works out for you (duh, elizabeth).
Ok well, I don't know how to remedy that cause there'll always be people you want to impress, maybe we (assuming you have the same sort of issue) maybe we need to approach it like a lie detector test. They say the way to beat those things is to trick yourself into thinking that when you're answering simple things like "What is your name" you are actually telling a lie that way when you tell a lie the stress that registers is the same as when you said your name.
So maybe I need to think that when I'm writing to my dear friend I need to amp up the stress level making my other, more professional emails come off beautiful.
There. Problem solved.
Thanks for listening internet community :)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Coming soon to a blog very near to you:
Here are some subjects that I am now committing to write and have been twirling 'round my brain as of late:
1. My new puppy!!! (this one not so much twirling 'round my brain, as it has been twirling 'round my living room floor :)
2. Worship. I have been reading, and experiencing and loving this avenue of God so much more than ever lately and have decided to write a few blogs about it. SO get ready cause it's a subject I'm quite passionate about. :)
1. My new puppy!!! (this one not so much twirling 'round my brain, as it has been twirling 'round my living room floor :)
2. Worship. I have been reading, and experiencing and loving this avenue of God so much more than ever lately and have decided to write a few blogs about it. SO get ready cause it's a subject I'm quite passionate about. :)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
My Brush with the Shoulder of Fame
The night I got to touch Keith Urban was, quite simply, magical.
In fact, the whole way we got there was an act of God. The guy I bought my phone from at Verizon wanted to know if I liked country music to which I replied "Mmm...Eeeeh" but then when he said Keith Urban my reply was more like "Oh..Well YEAH" haha
Urban is currantly on tour with Sugarland, which (pardon the pun) sweetened the deal because I have recently become a HUGE fan of watching Jennifer, the girl from Sugarland, perform. She's got such stage presence and she really translates how much fun it is to be doing what she's doing on stage (a job I would pay to have, and by pay I mean bleed out blood if I had to).
The concert was well worth the hundreds of dollars others paid to be there complete with fantastical lighting and screens that, if laid flat, I'm sure half the auditorium could fit in. But that wasn't even the best part.
To be able to fully appreciate the best part, you must understand that my husband has a special love tucked away in his heart for the chicken sandwiches sold by the Coliseum. There were jokes made when I graduated in the Coliseum that he was going to stock up on sandwiches, but had they been actually selling these sandwiches, they wouldn't have been jokes...
While Keith was about 1/3 of the way through his set Dayton wanted to go get said chicken sandwich and I, wanting to walk about agreed to go with. As we were walking to the stairs (because our seats were on the floor *she says as she stretches with a nonchalant pride*)
Anyway as we were walking we saw a commotion to our left.
Turns out Urban left the stage the exact time we left our seats and arrived at the back near the sound booth at the exact same time we did causing us to be unwittingly in the way of where he was walking...I stuck out my hand, touched his sweaty shoulder and squealed like a 12 year old girl at a Miley Cyrus concert. I had touched the shoulder of fame.
At that point I thought the dream was over but no, there was a small stage set up right behind where I was standing so a 180 later I was directly in front of the man as he sang about three ballads then hoped back on the real stage. Magical.
I tell you, my shock and awe of how the whole thing fell into place that we would be there to touch him and everything just causes me to be that more amazed at the awesomeness of God. And it assured me in my little head that I am on the right track. I know that might sound out of left field to you, but there was nothing coincidental about that night, nothing. It was a prize package sent directly from heaven.
My renewed opinion of my now, you know, best buddy Keith is that he's a great singer, even better performer, sweats a-whole-lot, and is a tiny, tiny man. I know for a fact his right shoulder is super bony :)
In fact, the whole way we got there was an act of God. The guy I bought my phone from at Verizon wanted to know if I liked country music to which I replied "Mmm...Eeeeh" but then when he said Keith Urban my reply was more like "Oh..Well YEAH" haha
Urban is currantly on tour with Sugarland, which (pardon the pun) sweetened the deal because I have recently become a HUGE fan of watching Jennifer, the girl from Sugarland, perform. She's got such stage presence and she really translates how much fun it is to be doing what she's doing on stage (a job I would pay to have, and by pay I mean bleed out blood if I had to).
The concert was well worth the hundreds of dollars others paid to be there complete with fantastical lighting and screens that, if laid flat, I'm sure half the auditorium could fit in. But that wasn't even the best part.
To be able to fully appreciate the best part, you must understand that my husband has a special love tucked away in his heart for the chicken sandwiches sold by the Coliseum. There were jokes made when I graduated in the Coliseum that he was going to stock up on sandwiches, but had they been actually selling these sandwiches, they wouldn't have been jokes...
While Keith was about 1/3 of the way through his set Dayton wanted to go get said chicken sandwich and I, wanting to walk about agreed to go with. As we were walking to the stairs (because our seats were on the floor *she says as she stretches with a nonchalant pride*)
Anyway as we were walking we saw a commotion to our left.
Turns out Urban left the stage the exact time we left our seats and arrived at the back near the sound booth at the exact same time we did causing us to be unwittingly in the way of where he was walking...I stuck out my hand, touched his sweaty shoulder and squealed like a 12 year old girl at a Miley Cyrus concert. I had touched the shoulder of fame.
At that point I thought the dream was over but no, there was a small stage set up right behind where I was standing so a 180 later I was directly in front of the man as he sang about three ballads then hoped back on the real stage. Magical.
I tell you, my shock and awe of how the whole thing fell into place that we would be there to touch him and everything just causes me to be that more amazed at the awesomeness of God. And it assured me in my little head that I am on the right track. I know that might sound out of left field to you, but there was nothing coincidental about that night, nothing. It was a prize package sent directly from heaven.
My renewed opinion of my now, you know, best buddy Keith is that he's a great singer, even better performer, sweats a-whole-lot, and is a tiny, tiny man. I know for a fact his right shoulder is super bony :)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Waaa....Waaa....
I am truly fascinated by the negative mind.
There are times after conversations with people that I just want to open a window to their brain and briefly peak inside at how they find the most disparaging spin on any situation.
Our neighbor could rule as Mayor over all negative people. It doesn't matter what you talk to him about, the cracks in his walls are going to grow and send his ceiling crashing down on his head the same day his truck explodes and his boss decides they are better off without him.
Yesterday, in fact, I ran into him as I was leaving Sam's. I was leaving the store with a succulent Rotisserie Chicken that smelled DELISH and was making my craving mouth water with ever whiff. As I was walking out of the store I handed him my receipt to verify my purchases and his response to my succulent chicken was, "Make sure that top is on tight or juice will spill out all over your car and leave a bad smell"
My response, "haha yeah and then I'd get hungry every time I drove"
My should-have-been-response, "Mmmm YE-YEAH Mama LIKE!"
Haha I was desperately hungry at the time.
It was that little transaction that caused me to wonder once again at the negative mind. I realize it's not difficult to acquire that train of thought because negative thoughts are about as cheap and as easy to get as candy bars; no, it's the decision to maintain that thought process that boggles my mind. Why you would want to go through life thinking the sky is going to fall and good riddin's cause it's a dull shade of blue anyway is beyond my being.
Here's something I guarantee will pop in your head next time you experience a strong dose of negativity...
(Ps. My favorite thing about these Debbie Downers is how everyone looses it towards the end :)
There are times after conversations with people that I just want to open a window to their brain and briefly peak inside at how they find the most disparaging spin on any situation.
Our neighbor could rule as Mayor over all negative people. It doesn't matter what you talk to him about, the cracks in his walls are going to grow and send his ceiling crashing down on his head the same day his truck explodes and his boss decides they are better off without him.
Yesterday, in fact, I ran into him as I was leaving Sam's. I was leaving the store with a succulent Rotisserie Chicken that smelled DELISH and was making my craving mouth water with ever whiff. As I was walking out of the store I handed him my receipt to verify my purchases and his response to my succulent chicken was, "Make sure that top is on tight or juice will spill out all over your car and leave a bad smell"
My response, "haha yeah and then I'd get hungry every time I drove"
My should-have-been-response, "Mmmm YE-YEAH Mama LIKE!"
Haha I was desperately hungry at the time.
It was that little transaction that caused me to wonder once again at the negative mind. I realize it's not difficult to acquire that train of thought because negative thoughts are about as cheap and as easy to get as candy bars; no, it's the decision to maintain that thought process that boggles my mind. Why you would want to go through life thinking the sky is going to fall and good riddin's cause it's a dull shade of blue anyway is beyond my being.
Here's something I guarantee will pop in your head next time you experience a strong dose of negativity...
(Ps. My favorite thing about these Debbie Downers is how everyone looses it towards the end :)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
looking for the key to the ignition
The blog world is, well, daunting.
I've had the idea for a new blog for over a year now and getting it off the ground has proven to be a bit of a challenge.
While the "template" choices range from scrapbook style to the cheesy-ness of a twelve year olds myspace there even more complicated then simply "cut and paste"-ing you're way to personalization. You've got to consider your "adwords" and other such things that make it very, very confusing.
I'd like to literally cut and paste pictures of what I want and hand that compilation over to someone who will then reach further into my brain and pull out a masterpeice. Ideally.
Not only that but for some reason using wordpress isn't as easy as I thought it would be-it's taking me some time to learn how to navigate around there.
Ah well I should get back to all of that. I just thought a simple blog on old faithful would maybe ignite some leftover blogging passion.
I've had the idea for a new blog for over a year now and getting it off the ground has proven to be a bit of a challenge.
While the "template" choices range from scrapbook style to the cheesy-ness of a twelve year olds myspace there even more complicated then simply "cut and paste"-ing you're way to personalization. You've got to consider your "adwords" and other such things that make it very, very confusing.
I'd like to literally cut and paste pictures of what I want and hand that compilation over to someone who will then reach further into my brain and pull out a masterpeice. Ideally.
Not only that but for some reason using wordpress isn't as easy as I thought it would be-it's taking me some time to learn how to navigate around there.
Ah well I should get back to all of that. I just thought a simple blog on old faithful would maybe ignite some leftover blogging passion.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Give me 6 minutes and 30 seconds
There are few days where I go without a worship song burned in my brain.
Today it's been this one, "Soon" sung by Brooke Fraser on the new United cd. I included the words because they're more rich then most worship songs ("with unveiled face I'll see Him") I love that line.
Pretty much all day I've been basking in this song and I encourage you to do the same.
Soon and very soon
My King is coming
Robed in righteousness and crowned with love
When I see Him
I shall be made like Him
Soon and very soon
Soon and very soon
I’ll be going
To the place He has prepared for me
There my sin erased
My shame forgotten
Soon and very soon
I will be with the One I love
With unveiled face I’ll see Him
There my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon
Soon and very soon
See the procession
The angels and the elders 'round the throne
At His feet I’ll lay my crowns My worship
Soon and very soon
I will be with the One I love
With unveiled face I’ll see Him
There my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon
Though I have not seen Him
My heart knows Him well
Jesus Christ the Lamb
The Lord of heaven
I will be with the One I love
With unveiled face I’ll see Him
There my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon
Soon and very soon
Today it's been this one, "Soon" sung by Brooke Fraser on the new United cd. I included the words because they're more rich then most worship songs ("with unveiled face I'll see Him") I love that line.
Pretty much all day I've been basking in this song and I encourage you to do the same.
| Soon" Lyrics | [edit] |
| by Hillsong United | from the album Across the Earth: Tear Down The Walls | |
Soon and very soon
My King is coming
Robed in righteousness and crowned with love
When I see Him
I shall be made like Him
Soon and very soon
Soon and very soon
I’ll be going
To the place He has prepared for me
There my sin erased
My shame forgotten
Soon and very soon
I will be with the One I love
With unveiled face I’ll see Him
There my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon
Soon and very soon
See the procession
The angels and the elders 'round the throne
At His feet I’ll lay my crowns My worship
Soon and very soon
I will be with the One I love
With unveiled face I’ll see Him
There my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon
Though I have not seen Him
My heart knows Him well
Jesus Christ the Lamb
The Lord of heaven
I will be with the One I love
With unveiled face I’ll see Him
There my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon
Soon and very soon
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Onion Sandwich
If Elizabeth is what you crave, today you're going to be disappointed as we're fresh out of her thoughts and instead offering you a delightful little treat known as The Onion.
I have recently been turned on to this website and thought a slice of it would do my customers some good. ("the onion" while being a multi-layered, potent vegetable is also a multi-layered humorous take on the news. You may reference it at www.theonion.com).
Here's an article you will find delicious...
Criss Angel's Nephew Forced To Sit Through Another Lame Mindfreak
EAST MEADOW, NY—Sixteen-year-old Jake Howell groaned and rolled his eyes Monday evening as he was subjected to another embarrassing performance by his uncle, famed illusionist Criss Angel. "When I was younger, it was cool when he'd crank up some thrash metal, cut open his forearm, and remove a penny he'd just swallowed inscribed with my initials, but now I'm just like, come on, leave me alone and eat your dinner like a normal person," said Howell, who has requested he not be seated next to Angel during Thanksgiving this year. "I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending like he's freaking my mind." Debbie Howell, Criss' sister, added that while she too finds her brother's antics tiresome, she's just grateful he finally has a job with health insurance.
This next article is seasoned with more truth then funny. After reading it instead of laughing I went...Huh, you know, he really did die at 12....Read on...
King Of Pop Dead At 12
LOS ANGELES—Michael Jackson, a talented child performer known for his love of amusement park rides and his hobby of collecting exotic animals for his Neverland Ranch, died from sudden cardiac arrest Thursday at the age of 12. The prepubescent singer, who enjoyed playing dress-up and often referred to himself as "the King of Pop," was celebrated for his naïve exuberance and his generosity toward other children. "This is a terrible loss for music and for all of us," brother Jermaine Jackson said. "He had so much potential to blossom into a gracious and mature human being. As it is, the world will never know the genius Michael Jackson might have become had he grown up." The singer leaves behind a large body of hits, 25,000 unopened toys, and nearly $400 million of debt.
Why others morn the loss of him, I will never understand.
I have recently been turned on to this website and thought a slice of it would do my customers some good. ("the onion" while being a multi-layered, potent vegetable is also a multi-layered humorous take on the news. You may reference it at www.theonion.com).
Here's an article you will find delicious...
Criss Angel's Nephew Forced To Sit Through Another Lame Mindfreak
EAST MEADOW, NY—Sixteen-year-old Jake Howell groaned and rolled his eyes Monday evening as he was subjected to another embarrassing performance by his uncle, famed illusionist Criss Angel. "When I was younger, it was cool when he'd crank up some thrash metal, cut open his forearm, and remove a penny he'd just swallowed inscribed with my initials, but now I'm just like, come on, leave me alone and eat your dinner like a normal person," said Howell, who has requested he not be seated next to Angel during Thanksgiving this year. "I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending like he's freaking my mind." Debbie Howell, Criss' sister, added that while she too finds her brother's antics tiresome, she's just grateful he finally has a job with health insurance.
This next article is seasoned with more truth then funny. After reading it instead of laughing I went...Huh, you know, he really did die at 12....Read on...
King Of Pop Dead At 12
LOS ANGELES—Michael Jackson, a talented child performer known for his love of amusement park rides and his hobby of collecting exotic animals for his Neverland Ranch, died from sudden cardiac arrest Thursday at the age of 12. The prepubescent singer, who enjoyed playing dress-up and often referred to himself as "the King of Pop," was celebrated for his naïve exuberance and his generosity toward other children. "This is a terrible loss for music and for all of us," brother Jermaine Jackson said. "He had so much potential to blossom into a gracious and mature human being. As it is, the world will never know the genius Michael Jackson might have become had he grown up." The singer leaves behind a large body of hits, 25,000 unopened toys, and nearly $400 million of debt.Why others morn the loss of him, I will never understand.
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