Earlier I posted about how the area near William and Mary is such a neat place. I haven't had much time to explore the area, but I certainly intend to keep it as a viable destination.
On this particular day, Heidi and I took a day off and went over to the Burg. Now we initially had planned on going to Virginia Beach, but for whatever reasons we didn't have time. So, since we didn't have any particular plans laid, we started to check off some things we had on our to-do list.
1) Coffee from Harbour Coffee in Newtown
Well, that was a fail. Cause they actually close at 5pm, and I could have sworn they were open till 9 on the weekends...
2) Also known as 1) Trader Joe's!
Everybody know that Trader Joe's has like a butt-ton of naturally-grown / raised products, the word "organic" also applies. Get chocolate, or I guess anything that would be inexpensive and yummy (oh yeah, like Danish Bleu Cheese) We got some dark chocolates. Now, be careful when you buy stuff, cause you have to read the price tags correctly. Paid $4 for what we thought was labeled $2.
3) Crim Dell
This was probably on our list the longest, and it takes up the most space in this post. We parked in P2 just behind W&M Bookseller (Barnes and Nobel) and walked up Duke of Gloucester St. to 'Confusion Corner' and on past the Wren Building on the college campus. Now, the ENTIRE walk there was full of amazing natural design, like trees and bushes, and several very old structures like statues and fences. About a quarter of a mile past DoG St. is the wood line, behind which lies the Crim Dell. Since the last time I had ever read instructions of how to find this thing, all I remembered was "straight line behind the Wren building" so.. that's what we did (sorta..) Found a path that led around to the left, and took that. Saw some benches next to dense woods, but ignored them. Around the left side we came to another road that seemed to circle the wooded area where the Crim Dell is. About halfway down that road we actually saw it, but since the road was rope-lined, we decided not to jump the guide. Down the hill is a paved road that goes over the little reservoir. From this point you can see, very well, the Crim Dell itself. Following another path that winds through some very dense forest, we found ourselves behind the area with the benches. Yet again we follow a path that leads right to the Crim Dell. It's a nice little area, and the ramps are rather steep. Legend has it (haha... legend...) "if you kiss your lover as you cross the bridge, you will end up marrying him/her, but if you cross alone, you are destined to be alone the rest of your life." Go try it? We didn't.
Around the area is also Wildflower Refuge, which has NO flowers, period. Theres also a bunch of other paths in the area, so it's not like you are limited on walking space. The campus itself takes up 1200 acres ( see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/College_of_William_and_Mary). And theres a whole ton of shopping in that area.
So on the way back to the vehicle, we stopped at this small memorial place or something. It's a small set of busts from the Tyler family, and on the front of the base of them are the names of descendants to attend William and Mary. We sat on the cement half-circle bench for a moment, and suddenly we weren't alone. A strange couple, the woman wearing long purple hair that went almost to her feet, and the man wearing a set of yellow bunny ears. The both approached in an odd manor, the woman slightly dancing. She proceeded behind us, he in front, stopping to give me a plastic egg, while she threw a handful of flower petals on us. Neither said a word and left immediately. So you can imagine the oddity and the list of things that could possibly be in the egg. We waited to open it till we were in the Jeep. So in my mind, I'm thinking maybe a spring-loaded snake would jump out, maybe anthrax.. seriously had NO idea what it was. So if you want to know what it was, ask ;P
4) Baker's Crust
I have seen a Baker's Crust before, in Richmond. Always thought it would be comparable to Panera, so I am glad to have checked it out. Now, I will automatically say it wasn't nearly as high-class as Bonefish, but it was a warm atmosphere (which the website resembles very well). Seemed to be a slow night, and being our first time in, felt a little out of place... The host guy took a while to even acknowledge us, and then he finally took us to a seat. The menu was large, with plenty of choices. I don't like expensive places, and this place wasn't much more than somewhere like Olive Garden. I think I made a bad choice on dinner, but it was still fine. I have almost fully decided that the best meal to get when eating out is a pasta-based entree with meat. Cause you can't get that at fast-food places, and you don't really want to make it at home. So aside from also taking a long time to get in and out, I would give it 3.5 out of 5.
5) ICE CREAM!!! Ben and Jerry's OH SNAP IT"S GONE!.. COFFEE!!! Starbucks THEY CLOSE AT 9:30 *whew*
Yeah. Starbucks.
6) Ferry
I almost shudder at adding either of the last two. I mean, Starbucks and Ferry were NOT on my list of things to do in life. But we did go there, and we did miss the 9:30 ferry by being 1 car passed the limit. So we walked back up to Jamestown and fought a mountain lion that Mary has been training the past few weeks. It was interesting though that those Blue Herons that live in the area like to land on the pier and don't mid cars, but dang, get within a hundred yards on foot and they get the heck outta Dodge.
Newtown is kinda cool. I think once WalMart pops in most people won't need to leave the area unless they get with others that, um, don't live in Newtown.. But I'm sure it's worth the $1500/month for 1100 sq. ft. town houses. I prefer cheaper and less crowded places to live.
On another note, the moon has been pretty amazing this week. Full, on rise, it has an awesome looking orange tone. Take a picture, or just take the time to look at it.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I can always be glad I don't have credit card debt
Haven't had coffee in a while, so this morning I drank some. It's actually a funny story. See, my dad goes to work sometime around 2am. Tuesday morning, dad left a few minutes before 2, and I got home a few minutes after 2. So while I was moping around and getting ready for bed when I noticed the coffee pot was still on and quite full. So, being that I don't like to let good stuff go to waste, I poured it all into a pitcher and put it in the fridge for iced coffee. Which was actually really good. So, shortly after I got to sleep, my mom gets up and starts her day. This morning when we all got back together and were talking, it played out that mom and dad make a pot of coffee for both to share over the course of the morning, and I came in the middle to "save" it. They also sent funny txts to each other talking about the coffee being gone. So maybe this whole thing is just an htbtm.
I finished the book "The Survivors Club" and also took the test that the author helped design to show what kind of survivor you are. It reminded me of Strengths Finder. I am apparently a thinker. ... haha..
I'm looking into getting a new phone. I think my mom said my contract ends sometime in August as well as my dad's. I still want something that is a smartphone, but don't have the money for something fancy. So I noticed the Palm Pixi. Guess I have a few months to think about it.
So I'm getting slightly used to working at Bonefish. It still seems like every night I work I get pushed to my limit. I think the one thing I don't like the most is the limited interaction with other people. Now, I mean I do get to talk to people, but it's almost always like this: _expo_"Mac-n-cheese! / Edamame! / Spring Mix!" _me_"heard"
And of course I get to BS with some random people, but it's not like any other job I've done where I can actually talk to someone about anything other than the last two hours and the next two hours to come. I am much more of an interpersonal person and don't like working alone. Guess theres a season for everything.
So I'm working with Access 2003 these days, trying to get proficient. It's actually been a very easy program to learn and play with, and I've had absolutely zero question of how to do things with it yet. Everything is so incredibly logical, and as long as you understand the terms used you can flow through it like whoa.
I remember talking to Libby's son at the memorial service for Bob. He said he works with Access at his job and that it's really easy once you get the front end up and running. Boy is he right. At the time I wasn't even looking at Access (or any database software for that matter) and actually had quite the daunting feeling about it. Now, it's like, meh.
I've had a little more time with my parents lately this past week or so. I like it. We actually interact with each other like normal people, which I guess hasn't necessarily been the case forever. It's not like we've had this eternal feud or anything, but it's more like the concept of 'mom and dad' wasn't the way it should be to me. And I think I am starting to value them more than just the people that tell me to do chores and make me go to bed on time. And dad would say, "Well I've been telling you this for years!" - and I can say that's true. But it's just that some things you /have/ to experience to truly get the full understanding of. I always narrowly look at life as almost cause-and-effect style, where everything is a formula and if you don't want the bad stuff just don't forget to cut the grass or something. But it's so much deeper and richer than that, and I can see how God developed life to be more than just a set of rules and "have-to's" - it's a thriving system of enjoyment through the knowledge of hard work and pain. You simply can't enjoy vacation if you never have to work. You can't enjoy health if you don't realize how valuable it is.
Here my dog is next to me. All he knows in life is sleep, eat, outside, sniff, pee, poop, inside, sniff, scratch, sleep, scratch, sniff, outside, inside, scratch, sleep, repeat. And he loves it. -- But we aren't animals.
In the bible, God gives a day of rest - we know it as the Sabbath day. At the time, the people who were told to observe this day were Israelites: the ones that escaped the slavery in Egypt. The Israelites had built an image of themselves through the years; they were taught that their value, their self-worth, their life, was based in how much they could produce, how hard they could work. This concept of a day of rest was to remind them that God doesn't value you more or less by the amount you produce: it transcends human expectation and understanding to a level where he loves you for BEING. The day of rest is a reminder that you weren't made to be a machine.
So while God did make a day of rest, he also made labor - the other 6 days of the week where you work. I've noticed that almost EVERYTHING that ever has an opinion has basically three options: person 1's view (extreme 1), person 2's view (extreme 2) and God's view (oddly perfect compromise) -- God balanced life so wonderfully.
Time for some music
I finished the book "The Survivors Club" and also took the test that the author helped design to show what kind of survivor you are. It reminded me of Strengths Finder. I am apparently a thinker. ... haha..
I'm looking into getting a new phone. I think my mom said my contract ends sometime in August as well as my dad's. I still want something that is a smartphone, but don't have the money for something fancy. So I noticed the Palm Pixi. Guess I have a few months to think about it.
So I'm getting slightly used to working at Bonefish. It still seems like every night I work I get pushed to my limit. I think the one thing I don't like the most is the limited interaction with other people. Now, I mean I do get to talk to people, but it's almost always like this: _expo_"Mac-n-cheese! / Edamame! / Spring Mix!" _me_"heard"
And of course I get to BS with some random people, but it's not like any other job I've done where I can actually talk to someone about anything other than the last two hours and the next two hours to come. I am much more of an interpersonal person and don't like working alone. Guess theres a season for everything.
So I'm working with Access 2003 these days, trying to get proficient. It's actually been a very easy program to learn and play with, and I've had absolutely zero question of how to do things with it yet. Everything is so incredibly logical, and as long as you understand the terms used you can flow through it like whoa.
I remember talking to Libby's son at the memorial service for Bob. He said he works with Access at his job and that it's really easy once you get the front end up and running. Boy is he right. At the time I wasn't even looking at Access (or any database software for that matter) and actually had quite the daunting feeling about it. Now, it's like, meh.
I've had a little more time with my parents lately this past week or so. I like it. We actually interact with each other like normal people, which I guess hasn't necessarily been the case forever. It's not like we've had this eternal feud or anything, but it's more like the concept of 'mom and dad' wasn't the way it should be to me. And I think I am starting to value them more than just the people that tell me to do chores and make me go to bed on time. And dad would say, "Well I've been telling you this for years!" - and I can say that's true. But it's just that some things you /have/ to experience to truly get the full understanding of. I always narrowly look at life as almost cause-and-effect style, where everything is a formula and if you don't want the bad stuff just don't forget to cut the grass or something. But it's so much deeper and richer than that, and I can see how God developed life to be more than just a set of rules and "have-to's" - it's a thriving system of enjoyment through the knowledge of hard work and pain. You simply can't enjoy vacation if you never have to work. You can't enjoy health if you don't realize how valuable it is.
Here my dog is next to me. All he knows in life is sleep, eat, outside, sniff, pee, poop, inside, sniff, scratch, sleep, scratch, sniff, outside, inside, scratch, sleep, repeat. And he loves it. -- But we aren't animals.
In the bible, God gives a day of rest - we know it as the Sabbath day. At the time, the people who were told to observe this day were Israelites: the ones that escaped the slavery in Egypt. The Israelites had built an image of themselves through the years; they were taught that their value, their self-worth, their life, was based in how much they could produce, how hard they could work. This concept of a day of rest was to remind them that God doesn't value you more or less by the amount you produce: it transcends human expectation and understanding to a level where he loves you for BEING. The day of rest is a reminder that you weren't made to be a machine.
So while God did make a day of rest, he also made labor - the other 6 days of the week where you work. I've noticed that almost EVERYTHING that ever has an opinion has basically three options: person 1's view (extreme 1), person 2's view (extreme 2) and God's view (oddly perfect compromise) -- God balanced life so wonderfully.
Time for some music
Friday, April 9, 2010
Weblog; isn't that short for "blah blah blah"?
I've come to realize that coffee is best when enjoyed slowly, as opposed to a double iced latte in 3 minutes. I can imagine where it would be fine if /some/ people drank espresso on a regular basis (namely Italians and Patrick) but for the average good, bad and ugly American, a cup of brewed coffee is best. I happen to be one of those Americans. But don't let me fool you into thinking I have realized the error my ways and repented. God made the good and the bad, right? Helloooooooo indulgence.
I've been rockin out on my electric guitar. Finally bought those strings (for a whole $5) and a cheap amp from Walmart (on sale for $15) and a strap that doesn't say "Rock the heck On, Man!!" All in all I think I made out good, only spending about $30 and now having a functional electric guitar, with which I can make sick slides and riffs or melodious choruses. Ah.. diversity.
So I think the common expected thing from my blogs sometimes includes a challenge for all ye who believe. This week, we're gonna think about idle time. "We've got, got nothin but time on our hands, got nothin but, got nothin but.." I wish I could say every day of my life is perfectly executed; that I made the absolute best use of my time at every second. I think it's harder to ignore those times where we think, "oh yeah, that was definitely [insert amount of time] of my life that I'll never get back" than we think. And even harder still is how we then go about resolving that guilt we feel, if at all. Since getting this job at Bonefish Grill, I've been pretty much non-people. I work late hours, which makes me sleep late hours, which keeps me from doing much stuff.
It even drove me to the point of anger. The other night I was told by my immediate manager that he would, 'help me get out early tonight' which in turn never happened and I actually got stuck with more work than I ever had in a single night, and also missed the ferry. I was in a pretty foul mood for about 20 hours. It affected my sleep, I said some unkind things to completely unrelated people. It wasn't pretty. But something in me got back right when I was with people again. Part of my problem was loneliness. Work alone. Ferry wait alone. Drive home alone. No one awake at home. Wake up alone. Eat breakfast alone. Drive to the Center alone. All that alone time gave me time to THINK about how mad I was and get even worse. I thought sleeping it off might help, but it didn't really. When I finally got to people, I started out in a bad mood, which wasn't fair to them.
I read that people that have a significantly relationship with someone else have a similar chemical released in the brain as when you do cocaine. And even on just seeing a picture of that person, dopamine is released in the brain. I guess you could say that's part of my aid. I got to a familiar place, familiar faces, and after some time there I felt better. Then I got to work and was given the night off. That was all I needed to get me back up. I was seriously in fear of developing some sort of anxiety disorder, so much so that I talked to my mom about it. I never complain about personal stuff, at least I didn't till I started this job. I think it's something I am becoming able to handle. They say it takes 30 days to make a habit and only 4 to break one. I am currently on day 19.
I have several times this week given God credit for the tasks I have had to do and the strength I've had to do them. I would suggest learning how to trust God.
I've been rockin out on my electric guitar. Finally bought those strings (for a whole $5) and a cheap amp from Walmart (on sale for $15) and a strap that doesn't say "Rock the heck On, Man!!" All in all I think I made out good, only spending about $30 and now having a functional electric guitar, with which I can make sick slides and riffs or melodious choruses. Ah.. diversity.
So I think the common expected thing from my blogs sometimes includes a challenge for all ye who believe. This week, we're gonna think about idle time. "We've got, got nothin but time on our hands, got nothin but, got nothin but.." I wish I could say every day of my life is perfectly executed; that I made the absolute best use of my time at every second. I think it's harder to ignore those times where we think, "oh yeah, that was definitely [insert amount of time] of my life that I'll never get back" than we think. And even harder still is how we then go about resolving that guilt we feel, if at all. Since getting this job at Bonefish Grill, I've been pretty much non-people. I work late hours, which makes me sleep late hours, which keeps me from doing much stuff.
It even drove me to the point of anger. The other night I was told by my immediate manager that he would, 'help me get out early tonight' which in turn never happened and I actually got stuck with more work than I ever had in a single night, and also missed the ferry. I was in a pretty foul mood for about 20 hours. It affected my sleep, I said some unkind things to completely unrelated people. It wasn't pretty. But something in me got back right when I was with people again. Part of my problem was loneliness. Work alone. Ferry wait alone. Drive home alone. No one awake at home. Wake up alone. Eat breakfast alone. Drive to the Center alone. All that alone time gave me time to THINK about how mad I was and get even worse. I thought sleeping it off might help, but it didn't really. When I finally got to people, I started out in a bad mood, which wasn't fair to them.
I read that people that have a significantly relationship with someone else have a similar chemical released in the brain as when you do cocaine. And even on just seeing a picture of that person, dopamine is released in the brain. I guess you could say that's part of my aid. I got to a familiar place, familiar faces, and after some time there I felt better. Then I got to work and was given the night off. That was all I needed to get me back up. I was seriously in fear of developing some sort of anxiety disorder, so much so that I talked to my mom about it. I never complain about personal stuff, at least I didn't till I started this job. I think it's something I am becoming able to handle. They say it takes 30 days to make a habit and only 4 to break one. I am currently on day 19.
I have several times this week given God credit for the tasks I have had to do and the strength I've had to do them. I would suggest learning how to trust God.
Friday, January 15, 2010
semi-chronology. non-consequential [+PB]
Have I told you my story about how I got some peanut butter? Well oh em gee we have a tale here. So there I was in Target, just minding my own, looking at bikes with Haven, when suddenly this magical aisle appeared and on it was glorious quantities of food! I was shocked at the bundled goodies, when I noticed a duo-pack of Jif EXTRA CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER for the low value price of *clears throat*. I couldn't pass it up! I'm not at the Center eating this delicious morsel in between two slices of bread.
Once in my life, I was absolutely determined to get some extra crunchy peanut butter - to eat all by myself. I finally made it to a local wally-world and got a jar. Oh boy was I excited. On the way home I just simply couldn't wait to make a sandwich. We made something else for dinner, like pasta, so I had to wait till the next day to make my sandwich of miracles. So while eating dinner, we began to watch the local news. And what should come on besides a reporter covering the recall of peanut butter? They read the serial number range, and I promptly ran to my jar to find it was labeled with the afflicted numbers! Thus, tonight, I vowed not to watch TV until after eating at least one sandwich worth of my crunchy goodness.
Today I made progress on three jobs: an interview with Barnes and Nobel, an application and test for the census bureau, and an application for Sentera in Williamsburg. I feel I have made good progress. The census testing was pretty easy, but it took a LONG time..
My hands have been getting more and more cracked lately. This is typical of winter time. I asked Christy if she had any ancient Indian secret techniques to keep your hands from cracking WITHOUT the use of lotion, and she said no. But she did suggest not washing my hands. I happen to think that idea won't go well with the health inspector...
Lately one of the biggest investments I've been making is in this DVD that Mike and I are producing for the Ministry NOW! conference. I've been working on the same project for about a week now, and I keep finding things to do. I'm kinda getting dizzy and tired of it haha. But I think it will be well worth the effort and will look very nice. We found a good label for the disc (which is burned with Lightscribe so it's PERFECT), have a mostly-final case sleeve, and are probably 78% done with the DVD content.
Oh wow. Chocolate, peanut butter and mayonnaise. Simply phenomenal.
Once in my life, I was absolutely determined to get some extra crunchy peanut butter - to eat all by myself. I finally made it to a local wally-world and got a jar. Oh boy was I excited. On the way home I just simply couldn't wait to make a sandwich. We made something else for dinner, like pasta, so I had to wait till the next day to make my sandwich of miracles. So while eating dinner, we began to watch the local news. And what should come on besides a reporter covering the recall of peanut butter? They read the serial number range, and I promptly ran to my jar to find it was labeled with the afflicted numbers! Thus, tonight, I vowed not to watch TV until after eating at least one sandwich worth of my crunchy goodness.
Today I made progress on three jobs: an interview with Barnes and Nobel, an application and test for the census bureau, and an application for Sentera in Williamsburg. I feel I have made good progress. The census testing was pretty easy, but it took a LONG time..
My hands have been getting more and more cracked lately. This is typical of winter time. I asked Christy if she had any ancient Indian secret techniques to keep your hands from cracking WITHOUT the use of lotion, and she said no. But she did suggest not washing my hands. I happen to think that idea won't go well with the health inspector...
Lately one of the biggest investments I've been making is in this DVD that Mike and I are producing for the Ministry NOW! conference. I've been working on the same project for about a week now, and I keep finding things to do. I'm kinda getting dizzy and tired of it haha. But I think it will be well worth the effort and will look very nice. We found a good label for the disc (which is burned with Lightscribe so it's PERFECT), have a mostly-final case sleeve, and are probably 78% done with the DVD content.
Oh wow. Chocolate, peanut butter and mayonnaise. Simply phenomenal.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
_short post_ ".. I just need some time to lick my wounds"
Was reading in the book "Wild at Heart" (that's the guys one, by John Eldredge) that there's a wound that guys get and never want to address. I wanted you to read this part.
He goes on to say we build a 'false self' and live within that world instead of addressing our wounds. Some of the excuses were things like, "People like me now.. they wouldn't like who I really am."
Like he said, the tragedy isn't as tragic as how we deal with it. The way we cover up and hide from our pasts is damaging. The only way to heal from these wounds is to open up to the fact that they exist. And just like a physical wound, it will take time to heal. And just like a broken leg that needs to be re-broken because it set wrong, it will hurt to bring it up again.
So I leave you with this: What are the wounds you have left hidden under a guise? How long will you wait to deal with them, and start the healing process?
Contempt for the Wound
"Men are taught over and over when they are boys that a wound that hurts is shameful," notes Bly. "A wound that stops a man from continuing to play is a girlish wound. He who is truly a man keeps walking, dragging his guts behind." Like a man who's broken his leg in a marathon, he finishes the race even if he has to crawl and he doesn't say a word about it. That sort of misunderstanding is why for most of us, our wound is an immense source of shame. A man's not supposed to get hurt; he's certainly not supposed to let it really matter. We've seen too many movies where the good guy takes an arrow, just breaks it off, and keeps on fighting; or maybe he gets shot but is still able to leap across a canyon and get the bad guys. And so most men minimize their wound. "It's not a big deal. Lot's of people get hurt when they're young. I'm okay." Kind David (a guy who's hardly a pushover) doesn't act like that at all. "I am poor and needy," he confesses openly, "and my heart is wounded within me" (Ps. 109:22).
Or perhaps they'll admit it happened, but deny it was a wound because they deserve it. After many months of counseling together... I asked Dave a simple question: "What would it take to convince you that you are a man?" "Nothing," he said. "Nothing can convince me." We sat in silence as tears ran down my cheeks. "You've embraced the wound, haven't you, Dave? You've owned it's message as final. You think your father was right about you." "Yes," he said, without any sign of emotion at all. I went home and wept - for Dave, and for so many other men I know and for myself because I realized that I, too, had embraced my wound and ever since just tried to get on with life. Suck it up, as the saying goes. The only thing more tragic than the tragedy that happens to us is the way we handle it.
He goes on to say we build a 'false self' and live within that world instead of addressing our wounds. Some of the excuses were things like, "People like me now.. they wouldn't like who I really am."
Like he said, the tragedy isn't as tragic as how we deal with it. The way we cover up and hide from our pasts is damaging. The only way to heal from these wounds is to open up to the fact that they exist. And just like a physical wound, it will take time to heal. And just like a broken leg that needs to be re-broken because it set wrong, it will hurt to bring it up again.
So I leave you with this: What are the wounds you have left hidden under a guise? How long will you wait to deal with them, and start the healing process?
Friday, January 8, 2010
I like free money
I was gonna download a free album before writing this, but realized the internet usage was almost at our limit and a CD download would put us over. Curses, foiled again.
And another thing, the word 'realize' has a 'z', just like how it sounds. But my phone's word completion feature ALWAYS spells it with an 's'. They fail.
I was listening to a song today called "Dirty and Left Out" by the Almost. If you haven't heard it, go listen to it on Rhapsody or something. It's got such an aura of confession, humility, and repentance that is hard to get over. "I've been dirtier than you'd want to know," and he incorporates part of a hymn (Jesus, Jesus, There's something about your name, Master, Savior, Jesus). Good song.
The big part of my day was a computer job. Local guy. Turned out great cause I made a ton on it and he wants me to come back at 6-month intervals to do upkeep. He has quite a large number of animals. Even a little parrot that sits on his shoulder when he sits down. How awesome. A little dog and cat that play with each other (and when they fight it's pretty loud but way funny). Two pit bulls that have huge tongues and plenty of saliva to share.. They would sporadically come into the office where I was working and try to get in my lap. I really really like big dogs. Something about how looking into their eyes, you can see both an amazing love and care for you, but also the potential for terror. Simply amazing. I was gonna get Heidi a great dane for her birthday, but apparently she doesn't like them??? (The last Great Dane to hold the world record as tallest living dog was Gibson, who was 3½ feet (107 cm) tall at the withers and 7 feet 1 inch (215.9 cm) on his hind legs. [thats from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Dane] I WANT A BIG DOG :D :D )
Goodness me. Today's interest topic is on originality. I'ma be the first to complain that I'm not good at being creative (I can manipulate stuff, but just not good at original material) So maybe you're like me. The main point is to get involved with your inner artistic expressions. Try to write how you feel, draw something with ink, sculpt, act, have an expressive conversation with a good friend. How does it feel when someone else knows you better than yourself? I find that kinda hard and hurtful. I mean, I know who I am, right? So how can someone notice something about me that I haven't?
Get out of your comfort zone a little bit, and maybe do something you are afraid of. But in all of it, get down to who you are. Look at yourself and say, "Who have I become? What am I now?"
Does that measure what you hoped it would?
What kind of stuff is like, "oops..."?
How does it make you feel to see what you are, or feel what you are, on paper?
This kinda fits with my previous statement about writing in a journal. I still suggest that.
Let this be a time for you to get to some happiness. Maybe draw out your aggression or anger on paper and burn the art and let the anger go with it. Maybe creatively write a joyous melody to sing to someone. Give a thoughtful note to someone. Hug a friend just for the heck of it. Tell someone that you love them.
And have a smile :)
Let today be a happy day
And another thing, the word 'realize' has a 'z', just like how it sounds. But my phone's word completion feature ALWAYS spells it with an 's'. They fail.
I was listening to a song today called "Dirty and Left Out" by the Almost. If you haven't heard it, go listen to it on Rhapsody or something. It's got such an aura of confession, humility, and repentance that is hard to get over. "I've been dirtier than you'd want to know," and he incorporates part of a hymn (Jesus, Jesus, There's something about your name, Master, Savior, Jesus). Good song.
The big part of my day was a computer job. Local guy. Turned out great cause I made a ton on it and he wants me to come back at 6-month intervals to do upkeep. He has quite a large number of animals. Even a little parrot that sits on his shoulder when he sits down. How awesome. A little dog and cat that play with each other (and when they fight it's pretty loud but way funny). Two pit bulls that have huge tongues and plenty of saliva to share.. They would sporadically come into the office where I was working and try to get in my lap. I really really like big dogs. Something about how looking into their eyes, you can see both an amazing love and care for you, but also the potential for terror. Simply amazing. I was gonna get Heidi a great dane for her birthday, but apparently she doesn't like them??? (The last Great Dane to hold the world record as tallest living dog was Gibson, who was 3½ feet (107 cm) tall at the withers and 7 feet 1 inch (215.9 cm) on his hind legs. [thats from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Dane] I WANT A BIG DOG :D :D )
Goodness me. Today's interest topic is on originality. I'ma be the first to complain that I'm not good at being creative (I can manipulate stuff, but just not good at original material) So maybe you're like me. The main point is to get involved with your inner artistic expressions. Try to write how you feel, draw something with ink, sculpt, act, have an expressive conversation with a good friend. How does it feel when someone else knows you better than yourself? I find that kinda hard and hurtful. I mean, I know who I am, right? So how can someone notice something about me that I haven't?
Get out of your comfort zone a little bit, and maybe do something you are afraid of. But in all of it, get down to who you are. Look at yourself and say, "Who have I become? What am I now?"
Does that measure what you hoped it would?
What kind of stuff is like, "oops..."?
How does it make you feel to see what you are, or feel what you are, on paper?
This kinda fits with my previous statement about writing in a journal. I still suggest that.
Let this be a time for you to get to some happiness. Maybe draw out your aggression or anger on paper and burn the art and let the anger go with it. Maybe creatively write a joyous melody to sing to someone. Give a thoughtful note to someone. Hug a friend just for the heck of it. Tell someone that you love them.
And have a smile :)
Let today be a happy day
Thursday, January 7, 2010
A black cloud hangs over our house
Just heard "No Better" by Sherwood on the Center iPod. I think it speaks volumes to family relations. Talks about a divorce, or at least a separation. Its from the kid's perspective. "I should have seen it coming I guess, you sleeping out on the couch, you on your half of the bed." How terrible is that feeling?
Whether one party is right or wrong is beyond the point here. In "Captivating" Stasi talks about the disruption a separation can have on a girl's emotional status. It says that even she is not capable to keep the relationship good. It makes her feel valueless. These emotions cascade through her life, causing her problems all through life that are very difficult to fix. Again, if you haven't read it, and you're a woman, please do.
I recently got a new journal. I was simply happy that it was a bound collection of blank pages that was only $4 and looked cool. I never really had much value for a journal, but I've been trying to make use of it (oh, and if you want to know who I *giggles* like.. like, more than a friend.. hehe *giggles*). I would encourage everyone to write in one. Not so you can have your emotions out for everyone to see, but to help you see where you are, and where you were back when. Ever so often I'll peruse my old blogs and see what I was feeling that day, or what concerned my interest, or what I was afraid of. I can see how far I've grown (by both grammar and vocabulary usage AND topics covered) and it encourages me that maybe I'm not perfect now, but it doesn't mean I'm doomed to fail forever.
[I almost burned my head on a candle when trying to get this book] In fact, I just read this morning, "Now, part of a man's fundamental reluctance to truly dive into the world of a woman comes from a man's deepest fear, failure" She goes on to say that men want to help, but only to a certain point. Even in marriage or long-term relationships, there comes a point where they almost say, "I think this is far enough. I'm not going to leave you, so you should be happy with that."
I think it's time for men to really step up to their A-game. When God made the world (up to Adam) He noticed there was just one thing missing to top off creation. It was Eve, the woman in the picture. Such a vitally important part of life. She is not only the only way to reproduce humans, but she has 'Relationship Expert' written on her forehead and an emotional comprehension that men are glad they can't access (let's face it, it's too much for guys)
Let's start fighting for the women. Lets start complimenting them instead of being passive or rude. Treat them with respect and dignity and honor.
And women, accept the compliments. Who cares if you're hair isn't perfect? I thought it was just fine, so smile and be happy you are pretty. Don't abuse our respect and honor. You are lovely creatures, so act like it
Whether one party is right or wrong is beyond the point here. In "Captivating" Stasi talks about the disruption a separation can have on a girl's emotional status. It says that even she is not capable to keep the relationship good. It makes her feel valueless. These emotions cascade through her life, causing her problems all through life that are very difficult to fix. Again, if you haven't read it, and you're a woman, please do.
I recently got a new journal. I was simply happy that it was a bound collection of blank pages that was only $4 and looked cool. I never really had much value for a journal, but I've been trying to make use of it (oh, and if you want to know who I *giggles* like.. like, more than a friend.. hehe *giggles*). I would encourage everyone to write in one. Not so you can have your emotions out for everyone to see, but to help you see where you are, and where you were back when. Ever so often I'll peruse my old blogs and see what I was feeling that day, or what concerned my interest, or what I was afraid of. I can see how far I've grown (by both grammar and vocabulary usage AND topics covered) and it encourages me that maybe I'm not perfect now, but it doesn't mean I'm doomed to fail forever.
[I almost burned my head on a candle when trying to get this book] In fact, I just read this morning, "Now, part of a man's fundamental reluctance to truly dive into the world of a woman comes from a man's deepest fear, failure" She goes on to say that men want to help, but only to a certain point. Even in marriage or long-term relationships, there comes a point where they almost say, "I think this is far enough. I'm not going to leave you, so you should be happy with that."
I think it's time for men to really step up to their A-game. When God made the world (up to Adam) He noticed there was just one thing missing to top off creation. It was Eve, the woman in the picture. Such a vitally important part of life. She is not only the only way to reproduce humans, but she has 'Relationship Expert' written on her forehead and an emotional comprehension that men are glad they can't access (let's face it, it's too much for guys)
Let's start fighting for the women. Lets start complimenting them instead of being passive or rude. Treat them with respect and dignity and honor.
And women, accept the compliments. Who cares if you're hair isn't perfect? I thought it was just fine, so smile and be happy you are pretty. Don't abuse our respect and honor. You are lovely creatures, so act like it
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