Some more new blogs to add to the blog roll. And great blogs indeed they are:
Big Wheel, Little Wheel
These Are My Hippos
And my personal favorite and a wonderful idea that was given to a good friend by HE Himself:
Today He Gave Me
Okay, I think that's all for now. Read. Enjoy. Thank me later.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wacko
So, I'm going to be in a wedding over Labor Day weekend. This should be quite the fun time, although I did have this dream about it...
The ceremony was over and the reception had started, but instead of getting into it and enjoying myself, I had tucked myself away into a little corner with a little table where I proceeded to work very hard on a self-assigned research paper. Apparently, I felt it necessary to complete this piece of work as soon as possible.
Before long, my sister came over to let me know the reception was over and it was time to leave. I didn't understand. How could I have spent the entire time working on this research paper and not even find the time to enjoy myself? I didn't even get a chance to dance.
And then I woke up. I was simply furious, trying to figure out a way to make up for my stupidity.
And then I realized it was a dream.
And I'm a big wacko.
The ceremony was over and the reception had started, but instead of getting into it and enjoying myself, I had tucked myself away into a little corner with a little table where I proceeded to work very hard on a self-assigned research paper. Apparently, I felt it necessary to complete this piece of work as soon as possible.
Before long, my sister came over to let me know the reception was over and it was time to leave. I didn't understand. How could I have spent the entire time working on this research paper and not even find the time to enjoy myself? I didn't even get a chance to dance.
And then I woke up. I was simply furious, trying to figure out a way to make up for my stupidity.
And then I realized it was a dream.
And I'm a big wacko.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Just one
Why do people have such issues believing that there is one...just one...perfect partner out there for us? I've never believed anything else.
Sure, you might fall in love with more than one individual in a lifetime, but as far as true love is concerned, I think we were created to have only one true love.
Not one or two or three or four possible candidates where we take a stab in the dark and if we get lucky that marriage might work out.
Just one true love to spend the rest of your life with and just any substitue isn't going to hack it.
But then again, I'm looking at this from a Christian perspective where I believe God has that right person already chosen for us. An idea, I assume, most people would readily laugh at.
Sure, you might fall in love with more than one individual in a lifetime, but as far as true love is concerned, I think we were created to have only one true love.
Not one or two or three or four possible candidates where we take a stab in the dark and if we get lucky that marriage might work out.
Just one true love to spend the rest of your life with and just any substitue isn't going to hack it.
But then again, I'm looking at this from a Christian perspective where I believe God has that right person already chosen for us. An idea, I assume, most people would readily laugh at.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Do they exist?
A friend of mine apparently doesn't believe in soul mates. She thinks it's a bunch of bull. I would have to disagree.
No, I'm not some hopeless romantic (at least not that I would admit) but I do believe that there is one perfect partner out there for everyone. And I don't mean "perfect" as in "flawless" because no such person exists. I mean perfect as in perfect for us, perfectly fitting for our lives and our needs and our future.
Because if you don't believe in such a thing, then what's the point of falling in love if nothing is ever meant to be?
No, I'm not some hopeless romantic (at least not that I would admit) but I do believe that there is one perfect partner out there for everyone. And I don't mean "perfect" as in "flawless" because no such person exists. I mean perfect as in perfect for us, perfectly fitting for our lives and our needs and our future.
Because if you don't believe in such a thing, then what's the point of falling in love if nothing is ever meant to be?
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Daydreams
I'm usually left alone in the mornings at work from 8:30 to 11:30. Left to fend for myself, amuse myself and make myself useful. Unless, of course, the boss man comes in to lend a helping hand with these tasks. Otherwise, I'm left to the hum of the air conditioner, the trickling noise of the water fountains and the groovey sounds of "World Reggae" for three hours.
Generally, I manage to meander upstairs and find something to dust while keeping my ears open for the doorbell to signal the arrival of a customer or an assignment from the boss. But that rarely happens within the first hour and a half. So, I wander around with my rags and my Old English polishing spray and my Windex, looking for some sort of dirt to attack. I usually find it.
It's perfectly mindless work, wiping off counter tops and book shelves and coffee tables and end tables and night stands and dressers. So, I let my mind wander. And sometimes it wanders so extensively that I'm able to create elaborate fantasies in my mind that are sometimes so very real that I begin talking to myself. Not necessarily out loud, mind you, but just under my breath, complete with hand gestures and head bobs.
And I have some very good conversations during these quiet moments. Conversations with friends, coworkers, employers, family members, crushes, acquaintances, famous people and even God.
And it's during these times that I'm able to adequately express myself. It's during these times that I'm eloquent and amusing and charming and astonishingly brilliant and able to say exactly what I mean without any reservations and be assertive and bold and confident.
And then I notice my head bobbing in witty response to an insult hurled at me by a nasty customer who isn't really there and I realize where I am and what I'm doing with the Old English polishing spray and take a quick glance around to see only the coat racks staring at me oddly and I fall silent until another idea strikes my fancy and I feel the need to talk about it with whomever isn't there who will listen.
Generally, I manage to meander upstairs and find something to dust while keeping my ears open for the doorbell to signal the arrival of a customer or an assignment from the boss. But that rarely happens within the first hour and a half. So, I wander around with my rags and my Old English polishing spray and my Windex, looking for some sort of dirt to attack. I usually find it.
It's perfectly mindless work, wiping off counter tops and book shelves and coffee tables and end tables and night stands and dressers. So, I let my mind wander. And sometimes it wanders so extensively that I'm able to create elaborate fantasies in my mind that are sometimes so very real that I begin talking to myself. Not necessarily out loud, mind you, but just under my breath, complete with hand gestures and head bobs.
And I have some very good conversations during these quiet moments. Conversations with friends, coworkers, employers, family members, crushes, acquaintances, famous people and even God.
And it's during these times that I'm able to adequately express myself. It's during these times that I'm eloquent and amusing and charming and astonishingly brilliant and able to say exactly what I mean without any reservations and be assertive and bold and confident.
And then I notice my head bobbing in witty response to an insult hurled at me by a nasty customer who isn't really there and I realize where I am and what I'm doing with the Old English polishing spray and take a quick glance around to see only the coat racks staring at me oddly and I fall silent until another idea strikes my fancy and I feel the need to talk about it with whomever isn't there who will listen.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Contradictions
I just came dangerously close to having an emotional meltdown after someone (who shall remain nameless) mentioned NOT liking the Beatles and having an appreciation of Elvis.
I can't even talk about it. It's too awful to even get into...
In other news, one of my friends at work informed me that I'm full of contradictions but that this is a good thing because it makes me interesting.
As if I didn't already know that.
I don't mean to be contradictory, it's just that things are too complicated for everything to be so black and white all the time. (Actually, I think that statement is a contradiction in itself, because if my memory serves me correctly, I once blogged about how I see things in black and white.) You see what I'm saying here?
I claim not to be an outdoorsy kind of girl, yet I LOVE to go hiking and have moments where I'm just in awe of nature and its beauty.
I claim to be "old fashioned" yet I couldn't live without modern conveniences and only find modern styles of architecture and decor to be attractive.
I claim to be feisty and assertive, but when it comes right down to it, I'd rather keep my mouth shut than rock the boat.
I claim to be independent and sure of myself and while that maybe be true in part, I'd rather have someone there holding my hand helping me ease into things.
I claim to know exactly what I want, and while that may be true for the most part, I find those things changing almost constantly lately.
I claim a lot of things that I later contradict myself on. It doesn't mean I'm fickle...just complicated. And I'd rather be complicated than simple.
I can't even talk about it. It's too awful to even get into...
In other news, one of my friends at work informed me that I'm full of contradictions but that this is a good thing because it makes me interesting.
As if I didn't already know that.
I don't mean to be contradictory, it's just that things are too complicated for everything to be so black and white all the time. (Actually, I think that statement is a contradiction in itself, because if my memory serves me correctly, I once blogged about how I see things in black and white.) You see what I'm saying here?
I claim not to be an outdoorsy kind of girl, yet I LOVE to go hiking and have moments where I'm just in awe of nature and its beauty.
I claim to be "old fashioned" yet I couldn't live without modern conveniences and only find modern styles of architecture and decor to be attractive.
I claim to be feisty and assertive, but when it comes right down to it, I'd rather keep my mouth shut than rock the boat.
I claim to be independent and sure of myself and while that maybe be true in part, I'd rather have someone there holding my hand helping me ease into things.
I claim to know exactly what I want, and while that may be true for the most part, I find those things changing almost constantly lately.
I claim a lot of things that I later contradict myself on. It doesn't mean I'm fickle...just complicated. And I'd rather be complicated than simple.
Monday, August 8, 2005
Oh, shut up already
Apparently, Kate Hudson has some words of wisdom for all of us according to The Associated Press.
In an interview Thursday on syndicated TV show "Access Hollywood," the 26-year-old actress said, "I don't believe (monogamy) is realistic. But, I believe that we, as people, have the power to make it happen."
She added: "I will not disrespect my husband and stray."
Hudson, the daughter of actress Goldie Hawn, married Black Crowes singer Chris Robinson on Dec. 31, 2000. The couple have an 18-month-old son, Ryder.
Asked if she believes Robinson has remained faithful, Hudson said, "If you focus your attention on that, then you are always wondering if your husband or men are out there cheating on you.
"If for some reason, that's what he has to go do, I just don't want to know. As long as things are good in our house, just please, don't get caught."
Could I just ask all Hollywood celebrities for one simple favor? Stop offering us your "wisdom" and insight on subjects such as marriage, politics, spirituality and religion. You do not know what you are talking about. You have no morals, no values and the most important things in your lives are your egos, your careers and your money.
So, please, shut up already.
In an interview Thursday on syndicated TV show "Access Hollywood," the 26-year-old actress said, "I don't believe (monogamy) is realistic. But, I believe that we, as people, have the power to make it happen."
She added: "I will not disrespect my husband and stray."
Hudson, the daughter of actress Goldie Hawn, married Black Crowes singer Chris Robinson on Dec. 31, 2000. The couple have an 18-month-old son, Ryder.
Asked if she believes Robinson has remained faithful, Hudson said, "If you focus your attention on that, then you are always wondering if your husband or men are out there cheating on you.
"If for some reason, that's what he has to go do, I just don't want to know. As long as things are good in our house, just please, don't get caught."
Could I just ask all Hollywood celebrities for one simple favor? Stop offering us your "wisdom" and insight on subjects such as marriage, politics, spirituality and religion. You do not know what you are talking about. You have no morals, no values and the most important things in your lives are your egos, your careers and your money.
So, please, shut up already.
Sunday, August 7, 2005
April 3rd?
Your Birthdate: April 3 |
Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs. |
Okay, maybe that's a bit too accurate...
Monday, August 1, 2005
I'm yellow
You are quite the powerful thinker. It’s this talent that allows you to overcome a plethora of great obstacles. Luckily, this doesn’t affect your ego and you give off a pretty easy-going appearance. You enjoy the finer things in life and also have an attraction to art. If you can help it, you try not to rock the boat. But you also can’t stop yourself from searching for new ideas, methods or styles.
What color are you?
What color are you?
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