I know I've posted this before.
And last time I returned.
But this time, I mean it.
Farewell blogger!
You've been a great blogging site, but it's time for me to move on to bigger and better things.
Okay...not truly.
But I am taking my blog over to Wordpress...again.
I know, I know.
I said I liked the simplicity of blogger...and I do.
But, wordpress allows so much more that blogger doesn't.
So, I'm moving my blog back to Wordpress and this time I'm staying!
If you still want to keep up-to-date, here is my new link.
Although, it's very possible my sister is the only one who reads this blog. ;)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Incredibly Touching
As some of you know, my younger sister was recently involved in a very serious ATV accident. Fortunately, she is alive & recovering, but it could have been life altering, if not worse.
Anyway, a co-worker of my dad and sister, wrote a blog about Laura that I just felt had to be shared. He cares for her a lot and they have always had a special bond. Probably all started when Laura, in second grade, told him to quit smoking. And he did.
His words touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
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Written by Rich
Where to begin.........
A week ago, I witnessed one of those life changing experiences, which happened in a big way, to a very dear friend of mine.
I work at a fairly small sign and graphics company, we are a tight knit group, and most of us have worked together for years.
In my case, I have been working off and on with Martin (the owner) for the last 23 years, which is incredible.
The company is definitely a family affair.
Martin is the president and owner of the company, his wife works part time doing books and office work, and his daughter Laura has been working there for the last few years in the graphics department.
She runs a couple of the vinyl and large format print machines, and whenever I go out on an install, I take her along, she is an exceptional installer!
I have known Laura "for ever", and since she was just a little babe, she has always been glued to me. Though there are many years between us, we are the best of friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Plus, we make a good team. I have the years of experience, and she has that wide eyed youthful exuberance which I find to be a wonderful change, especially since the rest of us are old and jaded.
Ok, I am wandering.
On Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend, Laura was involved in an accident which could easily have ended her life. She was on the back of a ridiculously souped up 4 wheeler, riding with her boyfriend, when he got sloppy at the controls and flipped the ATV.
Laura was wearing a helmet, and was thrown from the vehicle landing some distance away where she sustained damage to her pelvis in at least 2 areas.
She crushed the left Anterior Inferior Iliac Spine (that large part of the pelvis/hip just under the skin that looks like an ear made of bone on a skeleton), and also suffered a break at the Sacroiliac Joint.
It could have been far worse. Her boyfriend, an ex Marine and a few others who were involved in the accident panicked and actually moved her instead of leaving her with a person and getting help.
One of them left, found someone with a small car up the road, loaded her into the back seat, and drove her to a hospital in Shelton Wa., on the Olympic peninsula.
Unbelievable.
Who moves a person after they have been in a serious accident???
After she arrived at the hospital in Shelton, it was determined that they needed to medevac her to Harborview hospital in Seattle.
The surgeons drilled into both sides of her pelvis, inserted metal rods which are now screwed and bolted to an external rod which runs across her lower belly to keep both halves of the pelvis aligned so they heal correctly. She was in a great deal of pain, and very dizzy when I took this shot.
So it goes without saying, when Laura gets injured, we not only lose Laura, we lose Martin and his wife, all three of them, which has been the case for a week now. A nightmare situation for the rest of us, but all I really care about is getting my friend healed, and well again.
The doctors state it will be 6-8 weeks before the rods are removed, then there will be extended physical therapy for another month or two.
Hard to be mindful and patient, I want her well NOW!
Anyway, a co-worker of my dad and sister, wrote a blog about Laura that I just felt had to be shared. He cares for her a lot and they have always had a special bond. Probably all started when Laura, in second grade, told him to quit smoking. And he did.
His words touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
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Written by Rich
Where to begin.........
A week ago, I witnessed one of those life changing experiences, which happened in a big way, to a very dear friend of mine.
I work at a fairly small sign and graphics company, we are a tight knit group, and most of us have worked together for years.
In my case, I have been working off and on with Martin (the owner) for the last 23 years, which is incredible.
The company is definitely a family affair.
Martin is the president and owner of the company, his wife works part time doing books and office work, and his daughter Laura has been working there for the last few years in the graphics department.
She runs a couple of the vinyl and large format print machines, and whenever I go out on an install, I take her along, she is an exceptional installer!
I have known Laura "for ever", and since she was just a little babe, she has always been glued to me. Though there are many years between us, we are the best of friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Plus, we make a good team. I have the years of experience, and she has that wide eyed youthful exuberance which I find to be a wonderful change, especially since the rest of us are old and jaded.
Ok, I am wandering.
On Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend, Laura was involved in an accident which could easily have ended her life. She was on the back of a ridiculously souped up 4 wheeler, riding with her boyfriend, when he got sloppy at the controls and flipped the ATV.
Laura was wearing a helmet, and was thrown from the vehicle landing some distance away where she sustained damage to her pelvis in at least 2 areas.
She crushed the left Anterior Inferior Iliac Spine (that large part of the pelvis/hip just under the skin that looks like an ear made of bone on a skeleton), and also suffered a break at the Sacroiliac Joint.
It could have been far worse. Her boyfriend, an ex Marine and a few others who were involved in the accident panicked and actually moved her instead of leaving her with a person and getting help.
One of them left, found someone with a small car up the road, loaded her into the back seat, and drove her to a hospital in Shelton Wa., on the Olympic peninsula.
Unbelievable.
Who moves a person after they have been in a serious accident???
After she arrived at the hospital in Shelton, it was determined that they needed to medevac her to Harborview hospital in Seattle.
The surgeons drilled into both sides of her pelvis, inserted metal rods which are now screwed and bolted to an external rod which runs across her lower belly to keep both halves of the pelvis aligned so they heal correctly. She was in a great deal of pain, and very dizzy when I took this shot.
So it goes without saying, when Laura gets injured, we not only lose Laura, we lose Martin and his wife, all three of them, which has been the case for a week now. A nightmare situation for the rest of us, but all I really care about is getting my friend healed, and well again.
The doctors state it will be 6-8 weeks before the rods are removed, then there will be extended physical therapy for another month or two.
Hard to be mindful and patient, I want her well NOW!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Not What I Had in Mind
Memorial Day Weekend brings to mind images of trips to the lake, camping, hiking, playing croquet on a nice velvet green lawn while waiting for the BBQ to heat up, toasting marshmallows over an open fire, laughing deep into the night, and spending time with family and friends. It's the welcoming of warmer weather, the celebration of the beginning of summer. At least, it is for some people.
This Memorial Weekend, I took work off early on Friday and headed down to Portland to play in a soccer tournament all weekend long. We had games scheduled for Saturday thru Monday. Nobody goes home early in this tournament. The drive down was fairly uneventful. There was traffic, of course, but nothing too depressing. We made pretty good time and checked into our hotel around 5:30pm. Not too bad for a 2pm departure. After settling into our room, Carrie, Kara, and I headed out to get some dinner. We wandered across an abandoned parking lot/hotel, passed under I-5, and crawled through hole in the fence to make our way safely to the shopping area. Sound creepy? It was. I'm pretty sure drug deals happen in the shadows here late at night.
Saturday morning came and we played two games, losing 2-0 both times. I actually played sweeper both games...can't believe that one, as I've always been outside mid or forward. Surprisingly, I enjoyed myself and would even play back there again. After our games were done for the day, we headed to Downtown Portland to watch the Portland Timbers take on the Vancouver soccer team (honestly don't know their team name).
About 10 minutes after the second half started, I received a phone call from home. I answered, assuming my mom just had some random update to share. I only wish. Instead I heard this, "Laura's been in an accident." Immediately my eyes got big and my heart started racing.
Apparently, she and her boyfriend had been on their way back to his grandparent's cabin on his quad when the accident happened. When he tried to slow down to maneuver the curve in the road, the quad fish-tailed throwing them both off of it. Laura landed hard on her left side and later learned that her pelvis had been broken in the fall. Beau walked away with just a bruise (although it's pretty swollen and painful), but she was airlifted to Harborview. Being the thrill-seeker that she is, she requested to be awake for take-off, so she'd at least remember her first helicopter ride.
Apparently, she and her boyfriend had been on their way back to his grandparent's cabin on his quad when the accident happened. When he tried to slow down to maneuver the curve in the road, the quad fish-tailed throwing them both off of it. Laura landed hard on her left side and later learned that her pelvis had been broken in the fall. Beau walked away with just a bruise (although it's pretty swollen and painful), but she was airlifted to Harborview. Being the thrill-seeker that she is, she requested to be awake for take-off, so she'd at least remember her first helicopter ride.
Broken pelvis? No big deal for my sis!
I'm sad that she's hurt. :(
Mom decided her hair needed attention.
She has to wear these air-casts on her calves to keep circulation in her legs.
She's doing well, but is getting frustrated with waiting for so long. Originally, her surgery was supposed to happen Sunday morning, but she keeps getting bumped since she's not considered critical (i.e. doesn't have a tube down her throat). Plus, she's an ortho case, so they figure they can always re-break her bone if they need to in order to perform her surgery. Sad day! :(
Definitely not the way I wanted to spend the 3-day weekend. I know it's not what she had in mind.
Of course, in my family, the drama doesn't end with just one sibling. I had driven home Sunday morning from my weekend of soccer to be there for my baby sis in the hospital. So that night, I decided to spend the evening at my parent's home in Snohomish. My mom and I enjoyed a nice long respite in the hot tub and then settled into the basement with some coconut cream pie and a Billy Crystal movie. We were about halfway done with our pies, when the phone rang. Assuming it was Laura, my mom got up and answered it while my dad and I continued watching the movie. There was no one on the other line, so my mom hung up. Seconds later the phone rang again and still no one was on the receiving end. The phone rang a third time and finally someone was there. And it wasn't Laura like we all thought. Nope. This time it was D. And she was hysterical.
She had decided to cook hash browns at 10:30 at night. Don't ask me why, this is just D's way. She left the pan of oil on the burner and walked into her bedroom to change & check her e-mail. A few minutes passed and she started hearing a popping sound. She exited her bedroom to investigate and saw flames curling out from under the lid of her pan and licking the top of her stove. She attempted to pour salt on the increasing blaze, but to no avail. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of lifting the lid on the pan. The flames leaped out of the pan of burnt oil and climbed their way up her microwave & cabinets. She called for help and a nearby neighbor rushed to her aid with a fire extinguisher, but it was too late. The sprinklers came on and began flooding her kitchen and the tenants below her. In the end, 3 fire trucks arrived, a fire & rescue truck, and she displaced the people living below her on the 2nd and 1st floor.
Definitely not the way I wanted to spend the 3-day weekend. I know it's not what she had in mind.
Of course, in my family, the drama doesn't end with just one sibling. I had driven home Sunday morning from my weekend of soccer to be there for my baby sis in the hospital. So that night, I decided to spend the evening at my parent's home in Snohomish. My mom and I enjoyed a nice long respite in the hot tub and then settled into the basement with some coconut cream pie and a Billy Crystal movie. We were about halfway done with our pies, when the phone rang. Assuming it was Laura, my mom got up and answered it while my dad and I continued watching the movie. There was no one on the other line, so my mom hung up. Seconds later the phone rang again and still no one was on the receiving end. The phone rang a third time and finally someone was there. And it wasn't Laura like we all thought. Nope. This time it was D. And she was hysterical.
She had decided to cook hash browns at 10:30 at night. Don't ask me why, this is just D's way. She left the pan of oil on the burner and walked into her bedroom to change & check her e-mail. A few minutes passed and she started hearing a popping sound. She exited her bedroom to investigate and saw flames curling out from under the lid of her pan and licking the top of her stove. She attempted to pour salt on the increasing blaze, but to no avail. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of lifting the lid on the pan. The flames leaped out of the pan of burnt oil and climbed their way up her microwave & cabinets. She called for help and a nearby neighbor rushed to her aid with a fire extinguisher, but it was too late. The sprinklers came on and began flooding her kitchen and the tenants below her. In the end, 3 fire trucks arrived, a fire & rescue truck, and she displaced the people living below her on the 2nd and 1st floor.
The remains of her kitchen.
All in all, it could have been a lot worse. It just needs a little TLC and she'll be back in there whipping up cookies to thank her neighbors for being so understanding. ;)
But then again...they may want her to stay away from the stove for the time being.
My only thought, "I'm sure glad the weekend is over!"
Friday, May 2, 2008
Rest for the Weary
Yesterday, I came home exhausted. I didn't fall asleep until 1AM the night before & was awoken throughout the night by my obnoxious kitties, which didn't help my REM sleep at all.
Consequently, when I arrived home yesterday at 4:30, I decided a quick nap was in order to re-energize my body so I would be able to function for the rest of the night. I curled up on my ridiculously soft L-couch and immediately melded into the cushions. With my down blanket pulled tightly around my shoulders and face, I quickly fell into a deep slumber. When I awoke, I thought maybe an hour had passed, but was horrified to see the clock mocking me with a blinking 7:58. I had already missed more than half of my bible study, so going to that was officially out. Now, I was left with the question "What to do?" as all my plans had been thrown into upheaval.
So I decided to continue resting. I relaxed by reading and watching Grey's Anatomy & The Office. Not how I originally envisioned my night, but definitely what I needed.
This of course got me thinking. Why is our society so against rest?
In today's world, it's so easy to get caught up in the go-go-go of things and neglect the fact that our bodies need rest. I mean, geez! God even made a day specifically devoted to rest, yet we still can't sit still. We are always dialed in. Be it on the phone, text messaging, emailing, surfing the net (i.e. facebook/myspace), playing video games, or watching our favorite shows...it seems like technology follows us everywhere. I was at the movies a few weeks ago and sitting next to me was a couple in their mid-forties having a night out. However, what saddened me was that neither one of them was acknowledging the other. There were no entertaining slides up on the movie screen, so instead of engaging in conversation, they were both on their I-phones; checking email or reading the news. Whatever they were doing, it was solitary...with the illusion of being social. Because, hey! We like to think that e-mail keeps us connected or facebook & myspace friends are "real", but it really takes a lot away from relationships...making them simply impersonal.
Anyway, these were just my thoughts last night. And it's something I try not to become to consumed with. I enjoy talking face to face so much more than over the phone or the web. I love going out in nature & being active with my friends. And I try to leave my cell phone behind whenever I get a chance. Because I don't want to be dependant on it. In fact, I loathe the idea of becoming one of those people who feels naked when their phone is more than ten feet from their side. Or who can't go on vacation anywhere that doesn't have a television or cell service.
So please, embrace rest! Make time to just be still. To talk to God. To venture outside without your cell phone, iPod, or laptop. To have coffee with a friend. Or even, simply to catch up on much needed sleep. Most importantly, rest in the Lord.
Consequently, when I arrived home yesterday at 4:30, I decided a quick nap was in order to re-energize my body so I would be able to function for the rest of the night. I curled up on my ridiculously soft L-couch and immediately melded into the cushions. With my down blanket pulled tightly around my shoulders and face, I quickly fell into a deep slumber. When I awoke, I thought maybe an hour had passed, but was horrified to see the clock mocking me with a blinking 7:58. I had already missed more than half of my bible study, so going to that was officially out. Now, I was left with the question "What to do?" as all my plans had been thrown into upheaval.
So I decided to continue resting. I relaxed by reading and watching Grey's Anatomy & The Office. Not how I originally envisioned my night, but definitely what I needed.
This of course got me thinking. Why is our society so against rest?
In today's world, it's so easy to get caught up in the go-go-go of things and neglect the fact that our bodies need rest. I mean, geez! God even made a day specifically devoted to rest, yet we still can't sit still. We are always dialed in. Be it on the phone, text messaging, emailing, surfing the net (i.e. facebook/myspace), playing video games, or watching our favorite shows...it seems like technology follows us everywhere. I was at the movies a few weeks ago and sitting next to me was a couple in their mid-forties having a night out. However, what saddened me was that neither one of them was acknowledging the other. There were no entertaining slides up on the movie screen, so instead of engaging in conversation, they were both on their I-phones; checking email or reading the news. Whatever they were doing, it was solitary...with the illusion of being social. Because, hey! We like to think that e-mail keeps us connected or facebook & myspace friends are "real", but it really takes a lot away from relationships...making them simply impersonal.
Anyway, these were just my thoughts last night. And it's something I try not to become to consumed with. I enjoy talking face to face so much more than over the phone or the web. I love going out in nature & being active with my friends. And I try to leave my cell phone behind whenever I get a chance. Because I don't want to be dependant on it. In fact, I loathe the idea of becoming one of those people who feels naked when their phone is more than ten feet from their side. Or who can't go on vacation anywhere that doesn't have a television or cell service.
So please, embrace rest! Make time to just be still. To talk to God. To venture outside without your cell phone, iPod, or laptop. To have coffee with a friend. Or even, simply to catch up on much needed sleep. Most importantly, rest in the Lord.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Green Lake Freezing? Impossible!
But it has happened...check it out here. I'm jealous & only wish this would happen in my lifetime.
Image of ice skaters on Green Lake in 1930.
Can you imagine? It was 13 inches thick!!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Driving Distraction
While driving home from work yesterday, I had one of those random "I wonder..." thoughts.
I was driving along I-5 across the ship canal bridge and it struck me, "I wonder if anyone has ever flipped over the guard rail and plummeted to the ground/water below." Morbid, I know. But I was driving in the outer lane, the one that exits to UW and I was eyeing the view, then the water, and then the dangerously low height of the rail. I thought about getting into an accident, which led me to dangling precariously off the edge, and then to falling.
Crazy how the mind jumps from one scenario to the next, all the while remaining delicately linked to the original thought.
I was driving along I-5 across the ship canal bridge and it struck me, "I wonder if anyone has ever flipped over the guard rail and plummeted to the ground/water below." Morbid, I know. But I was driving in the outer lane, the one that exits to UW and I was eyeing the view, then the water, and then the dangerously low height of the rail. I thought about getting into an accident, which led me to dangling precariously off the edge, and then to falling.
Crazy how the mind jumps from one scenario to the next, all the while remaining delicately linked to the original thought.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
More Creations
I know all of you (the 3 people that read my blog) have been waiting for another stunning (sarcasm) Photoshop design. So, without further ado, I present my two latest and greatest (or not). ;)
One I had help with from a tutorial. The other I created on my own.
One I had help with from a tutorial. The other I created on my own.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Contemplating & Just a Smidge of Wallowing
Most of the time I'm happy being alone. It's time I use to reacquaint myself with...myself. To spend time talking to God or just doing absolutely nothing. I'm content just curling up with a good book, going for a solitary run, or just enjoying a homemade dinner while watching a sappy chick flick. I'll covet my quiet time and often become stressed when I'm not getting any. But sometimes, just sometimes, I get frustrated with it all. And I become slightly depressed as I examine my life...or lack of one depending on my frame of mind at the time. Right now is one of those times.
Lately, I've been feeling what has been the story of my life. The fact that I don't have any close girl friends. Sure, everyone claims they like me or whatever, but when it actually comes down to hanging out...well I've just never been one of those girls that other girls want to invite out. I'm the one they talk to in class, at church, in bible study, or at soccer games. But the relationships never extend beyond that. And I don't know why. Sure, people will claim they want to hang out, but more often then not it's just empty words. With no follow-through. And it's starting to wear on me. I begin to tear myself down and assume untruths about myself and my personality. Or maybe they are truths and I'm just in denial. I just want to know what it is about me that keeps other people from wanting to get to know me...to be my friend. Do I keep people at a distance? Possibly. But for the most part it's because rejection always ensues when I put myself out there. And I know, I know, I shouldn't care what others think. I should only care about God's opinion. But it is so hard sometimes. And my old insecurities always resurface and I battle them and try to overcome them. But sometimes, when I'm all alone, they win the fight.
I know I have a lot of things going for me and have no reason to be envious of the relationships I see other girls having. But I am. Even if I try to tell myself I don't need it. But the company of guys just isn't the same as a close female confidant.
I'm happy. I truly am. And incredibly blessed with a small core group of people who really care about me. But sometimes this is how I feel.
Lately, I've been feeling what has been the story of my life. The fact that I don't have any close girl friends. Sure, everyone claims they like me or whatever, but when it actually comes down to hanging out...well I've just never been one of those girls that other girls want to invite out. I'm the one they talk to in class, at church, in bible study, or at soccer games. But the relationships never extend beyond that. And I don't know why. Sure, people will claim they want to hang out, but more often then not it's just empty words. With no follow-through. And it's starting to wear on me. I begin to tear myself down and assume untruths about myself and my personality. Or maybe they are truths and I'm just in denial. I just want to know what it is about me that keeps other people from wanting to get to know me...to be my friend. Do I keep people at a distance? Possibly. But for the most part it's because rejection always ensues when I put myself out there. And I know, I know, I shouldn't care what others think. I should only care about God's opinion. But it is so hard sometimes. And my old insecurities always resurface and I battle them and try to overcome them. But sometimes, when I'm all alone, they win the fight.
I know I have a lot of things going for me and have no reason to be envious of the relationships I see other girls having. But I am. Even if I try to tell myself I don't need it. But the company of guys just isn't the same as a close female confidant.
I'm happy. I truly am. And incredibly blessed with a small core group of people who really care about me. But sometimes this is how I feel.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Accidental Collision?
Wednesday morning started out calm and full of promise. I was out the door at 6:48 and there wasn't a spot of traffic on the road. I turned onto the road in front of my work and still had 3 minutes until 7. What would I do with this rare free time? Go to Starbucks and get a warm drink? The thought crossed my mind and if only I had heeded that fleeting thought. Instead, I decided to go straight to work. I put my blinker on, slowed down to a stop, and waited for the bicyclist and lone motorist to pass me by so I could make my left hand turn. Right as I was about to begin my turn I was jolted out of my seat. I let out a cry of rage and an "Oh no you didn't!"
Yes, he did. A taxicab had run into my rear passenger side bumper & tire. Obviously not looking at the road, he had made an extremely wide right-hand turn out of the parking lot to my right. Instead of turning into the near lane, he turned right into me - in the inside lane! So, I spent my free minutes pulling over, exchanging my information and gathering his, all the while trying to understand what he was saying. He didn't want to involve the police or insurance companies. Yeah right! Like I'm just going to hope he pays me back...sure. He seemed nice enough. And gave me his insurance and contact information willingly. But I contacted my insurance company and filed my claim. I told them he wanted to pay out of pocket & that I was going to give him the opportunity to do so (with a cashier's check or something equally legit). I took my car in, got the estimate, and began the repairs - all on Wednesday. The estimate currently stands at $1200. I called him & informed him of the price - on his answering machine. I waited. And waited. He called late Wednesday night & said he wanted to meet to discuss things. Okay...fine. But I'm bringing my dad along.
So, at noon yesterday I went to the Starbucks to meet him. My dad and I waited for over half an hour & decided that was ample time for him to show up. So I called my insurance company and told them to proceed with handling the situation. Later in the day, I saw I had a missed call & a new text message. Both from this guy. He called almost 2 hours after our scheduled meet & greet and left a voice mail that I am certain is in a different language...possibly cussing me out. That part I couldn't tell. The text said to "Call ****". But I feel like I have accommodated him enough and now it just comes down to the fact that I want my car repaired. I gave him 2 days and feel that that was more than generous. I could have simply said no and gone straight to his insurance company, but I didn't. I gave him a little time. But the fact is, I can't wait forever because I need my car fixed & I need to make sure I'm not footing the bill. Especially since I wasn't at fault in the situation.
I have always had a certain phobia towards Seattle taxicabs. They always appear to drive erratically and I fear I'll get hit every time I'm stuck next to one.
Now I know that it was a healthy fear.
I feel bad that I'm hurting this guys driving record, but insurance is there for a reason...right?
Please let me hear some feedback...if only for my peace of mind! :)
Yes, he did. A taxicab had run into my rear passenger side bumper & tire. Obviously not looking at the road, he had made an extremely wide right-hand turn out of the parking lot to my right. Instead of turning into the near lane, he turned right into me - in the inside lane! So, I spent my free minutes pulling over, exchanging my information and gathering his, all the while trying to understand what he was saying. He didn't want to involve the police or insurance companies. Yeah right! Like I'm just going to hope he pays me back...sure. He seemed nice enough. And gave me his insurance and contact information willingly. But I contacted my insurance company and filed my claim. I told them he wanted to pay out of pocket & that I was going to give him the opportunity to do so (with a cashier's check or something equally legit). I took my car in, got the estimate, and began the repairs - all on Wednesday. The estimate currently stands at $1200. I called him & informed him of the price - on his answering machine. I waited. And waited. He called late Wednesday night & said he wanted to meet to discuss things. Okay...fine. But I'm bringing my dad along.
So, at noon yesterday I went to the Starbucks to meet him. My dad and I waited for over half an hour & decided that was ample time for him to show up. So I called my insurance company and told them to proceed with handling the situation. Later in the day, I saw I had a missed call & a new text message. Both from this guy. He called almost 2 hours after our scheduled meet & greet and left a voice mail that I am certain is in a different language...possibly cussing me out. That part I couldn't tell. The text said to "Call ****". But I feel like I have accommodated him enough and now it just comes down to the fact that I want my car repaired. I gave him 2 days and feel that that was more than generous. I could have simply said no and gone straight to his insurance company, but I didn't. I gave him a little time. But the fact is, I can't wait forever because I need my car fixed & I need to make sure I'm not footing the bill. Especially since I wasn't at fault in the situation.
I have always had a certain phobia towards Seattle taxicabs. They always appear to drive erratically and I fear I'll get hit every time I'm stuck next to one.
Now I know that it was a healthy fear.
I feel bad that I'm hurting this guys driving record, but insurance is there for a reason...right?
Please let me hear some feedback...if only for my peace of mind! :)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
YouTube, Work, and Google mistakes
Two days ago, I was busy at work as usual. Okay, maybe not busy per say, but I was working. And had been for a couple of hours and took the liberty of offering myself a break. An internet break. I chose to use this glorious free time by searching a few things on Google. I went to the Google homepage and carefully entered in my search keyword, hopeful for a positive find. Score! Lots of links came up. I read the various descriptions before selecting the one that appeared most promising. It said it was "race for the cure". Perfect. Just what I wanted. Or was it?
Remember, I'm at work!
The link opened in a new tab. Immediately, I knew this was exactly where I didn't want to be. It looked like a YouTube page...but instead of having age-friendly videos it was filled with the exact opposite. Somehow, my Race for the Cure sight had turned into "Racy for the Cure" (not the actual site name). Needless to say, I rushed to close the window down. However, that wouldn't work. In desperation, I hurriedly pushed the power button on my computer tower and anxiously waited for it to power off. All the while hoping none of my co-workers walked into my office.
Talk about a stress-filled 3.5 seconds!
Remember, I'm at work!
The link opened in a new tab. Immediately, I knew this was exactly where I didn't want to be. It looked like a YouTube page...but instead of having age-friendly videos it was filled with the exact opposite. Somehow, my Race for the Cure sight had turned into "Racy for the Cure" (not the actual site name). Needless to say, I rushed to close the window down. However, that wouldn't work. In desperation, I hurriedly pushed the power button on my computer tower and anxiously waited for it to power off. All the while hoping none of my co-workers walked into my office.
Talk about a stress-filled 3.5 seconds!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Thoughts of This and That
A collection of random thoughts...
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Each month I think "I'm going to be better at posting on here. I'm going to increase my blog posts with each passing month. So...last month I posted 4, which means my goal this month is 5!" And so my mind spins round and round. And each month I find myself dejected as I approach the last week of the month and only have 3 or 4 blog posts. Why does it matter if I post 2 or 25? It shouldn't. But I'm competitive to a fault and can't help but turn everything into a competition. Even if it's just between me, myself, and I.
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Today is my little sister's birthday and I can't believe she's 23 already! Honestly it seems like just yesterday we were 8 and 10. Riding our bikes around the neighborhood, making up rollerblade routines in our neighbor's carport with our boom box blasting the Lion King CD. I mean, we had to have music to plan our routines to and who wouldn't choose the Lion King? Other memories of those days include spying on our big sis from our not-so-secret secret hide-out, playing paper dolls in my room - forever fearful that Darcie or my mom would catch us in the act, and who could forget our drawn-out Christmas Eve ping pong matches?
Sadly, those youthful days have passed and we are now in our twenties. All three of us "King girls". (It's okay for me to use the "girls" phrase) Sometimes I wish for what used to be. The carefree days and lazy summer afternoons. But it's also fun to watch how we have each transformed from child to adult. The child in us still rears its' head on occasion, but a little more subtly than before.
So I will send a shout out to my sister...not that she reads my blog, but still. Happy 23! ;)
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Each month I think "I'm going to be better at posting on here. I'm going to increase my blog posts with each passing month. So...last month I posted 4, which means my goal this month is 5!" And so my mind spins round and round. And each month I find myself dejected as I approach the last week of the month and only have 3 or 4 blog posts. Why does it matter if I post 2 or 25? It shouldn't. But I'm competitive to a fault and can't help but turn everything into a competition. Even if it's just between me, myself, and I.
***
Today is my little sister's birthday and I can't believe she's 23 already! Honestly it seems like just yesterday we were 8 and 10. Riding our bikes around the neighborhood, making up rollerblade routines in our neighbor's carport with our boom box blasting the Lion King CD. I mean, we had to have music to plan our routines to and who wouldn't choose the Lion King? Other memories of those days include spying on our big sis from our not-so-secret secret hide-out, playing paper dolls in my room - forever fearful that Darcie or my mom would catch us in the act, and who could forget our drawn-out Christmas Eve ping pong matches?
Sadly, those youthful days have passed and we are now in our twenties. All three of us "King girls". (It's okay for me to use the "girls" phrase) Sometimes I wish for what used to be. The carefree days and lazy summer afternoons. But it's also fun to watch how we have each transformed from child to adult. The child in us still rears its' head on occasion, but a little more subtly than before.
So I will send a shout out to my sister...not that she reads my blog, but still. Happy 23! ;)
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I'm getting back in the groove. Slowly, but surely. I'm working at being more consistent in reading the bible and spending time journaling in my prayer journal. I used to be really good about writing in it, but then something happened. I started dating this guy and he began stealing away my moments alone and I let it slip. My entries became fewer and fewer, until one day I opened it back up and saw that my last entry was from 3 months ago and the one preceding that was several months back too. Of course, I knew this was unacceptable, so I am trying to be better about taking 15-30 minutes a day to sit with God. To listen. To hear. To reflect. To talk. It is so important and necessary to my life. And I know that when I take this quiet time, I'm so much more prepared to face the day.
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Side note: I'm going to Disneyland in May! I'm super excited because I'm going with my family and my dad hasn't been back since I was in first grade. The park has changed so much & I'm excited to experience all the "new" rides with him. :)
Friday, April 4, 2008
Fact of Life
Sometimes sweatpants, a heating pad, sappy chick flick, and a pint of chocolate ice cream are just necessary for a girl to indulge in.
Not to mention a good cry for no reason at all. That is simply imperative.
Not to mention a good cry for no reason at all. That is simply imperative.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Happy-Sad
I'm trying to come up with something profound to post, but just can't do it right now. Probably because I'm physically drained from cleaning my house. Yeah, I'm a bit of an obsessive neat-freak. I just can't stand sitting on the couch reading or watching TV when the room is in disarray. And in my definition of disarray I mean: thin layer of dust on the coffee table, a jacket tossed on the chair, and mail piled haphazardly. But, in my defense, someone (cough) Ryan (cough) had tracked dirt onto my hardwood floor, so that had to be dealt with. It was simply necessary. That only spurred me on to dusting, vacuuming, mopping, sweeping, and investigating every nook and cranny of my house for debris. ;)
Anyway, I've decided to give you a list of things that make me happy, as well as sad.
Happiness...
1. A bowl piled high with mint-chocolate chip ice cream, accompanied by my special ice-cream spoon (yes, I have my very own)
2. Sunny Seattle days
3. Playing soccer on sunny Seattle days
4. Winning at anything, particularly if I get to beat Ryan or my mom
5. The smell of lilacs during spring
6. Freshly mowed lawn
7. Finally being able to afford the shoes I've been eyeing for months
8. Traveling with my sis...Europe? Again? Why not!
9. Cuddling up in front of a fire with a good book
10. Running 3 miles without having to walk or slow down
11. Waking up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming through my window
12. Campfires & S'mores
13. Red wine, chocolate mousse, and a street cafe
14. Painting my nails a shocking pink or sparkly red
15. Knocking someone over when playing soccer and not getting called for a foul
16. Scoring a goal...or two...or three in one game
17. Watching a corny movie with my family
18. Rollerblading on Alki
19. The crinkling sound an old book makes when you open it
20. Singing off-key at the top of my lungs
Sadness...
1. Learning that a friend is going through a tough time
2. Curling my hair only for it to fall flat
3. Losing my favorite earring - but only one, not the entire pair
4. Spilling coffee or chocolate on my new jeans
5. Losing a button on my coat
6. Finishing the final Harry Potter book, knowing that it really was the last one
7. Forgetting to put a key ingredient in something I'm cooking
8. Opening the freezer to finish off my pint of Ben & Jerry's only to find someone beat me to it
9. Being cold, in freezing rain and wet clothes
10. Missing a friend
11. Losing a loved one
12. Finding out that Ed has still not been released on DVD
13. Being sick on Christmas
14. Flying in coach for 10 hours, while being able to see those in first class through the curtain
15. Anticipating an old childhood meal and having it fall flat
16. Visiting the home I grew up in and realizing that it isn't my home anymore
17. Losing faith in myself
18. Finally wearing out my favorite, most comfortable, I-never-look-fat-in-these jeans
19. Planning an all day hike, only to wake up with the rain pouring down with a vengence
20. Stubbing my toe or banging my head on random corners
My sad list was a lot harder to compose than my happy list. Probably because I'm a generally smiley person. And Darcie, I know you're shaking your head in disagreement, but once again, I beg to disagree with you.
***End with smug smile of satisfaction***
Anyway, I've decided to give you a list of things that make me happy, as well as sad.
Happiness...
1. A bowl piled high with mint-chocolate chip ice cream, accompanied by my special ice-cream spoon (yes, I have my very own)
2. Sunny Seattle days
3. Playing soccer on sunny Seattle days
4. Winning at anything, particularly if I get to beat Ryan or my mom
5. The smell of lilacs during spring
6. Freshly mowed lawn
7. Finally being able to afford the shoes I've been eyeing for months
8. Traveling with my sis...Europe? Again? Why not!
9. Cuddling up in front of a fire with a good book
10. Running 3 miles without having to walk or slow down
11. Waking up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming through my window
12. Campfires & S'mores
13. Red wine, chocolate mousse, and a street cafe
14. Painting my nails a shocking pink or sparkly red
15. Knocking someone over when playing soccer and not getting called for a foul
16. Scoring a goal...or two...or three in one game
17. Watching a corny movie with my family
18. Rollerblading on Alki
19. The crinkling sound an old book makes when you open it
20. Singing off-key at the top of my lungs
Sadness...
1. Learning that a friend is going through a tough time
2. Curling my hair only for it to fall flat
3. Losing my favorite earring - but only one, not the entire pair
4. Spilling coffee or chocolate on my new jeans
5. Losing a button on my coat
6. Finishing the final Harry Potter book, knowing that it really was the last one
7. Forgetting to put a key ingredient in something I'm cooking
8. Opening the freezer to finish off my pint of Ben & Jerry's only to find someone beat me to it
9. Being cold, in freezing rain and wet clothes
10. Missing a friend
11. Losing a loved one
12. Finding out that Ed has still not been released on DVD
13. Being sick on Christmas
14. Flying in coach for 10 hours, while being able to see those in first class through the curtain
15. Anticipating an old childhood meal and having it fall flat
16. Visiting the home I grew up in and realizing that it isn't my home anymore
17. Losing faith in myself
18. Finally wearing out my favorite, most comfortable, I-never-look-fat-in-these jeans
19. Planning an all day hike, only to wake up with the rain pouring down with a vengence
20. Stubbing my toe or banging my head on random corners
My sad list was a lot harder to compose than my happy list. Probably because I'm a generally smiley person. And Darcie, I know you're shaking your head in disagreement, but once again, I beg to disagree with you.
***End with smug smile of satisfaction***
Friday, March 14, 2008
Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Darling aren't they?
When you arrive home they are immediately at the door to greet you, nuzzling your legs, crawling into your lap, and purring up a storm. How could you resist stroking their soft, silky fur or scratching behind their ears? They knead softly on your lap while looking at you with their sizzling sly eyes. All of a sudden the hair on your neck stands up and you get a cold chill down your spine. For a fleeting moment you wonder if they might be plotting something against you. But then the kitties relax and resume their purring. They snuggle closer to you and curl up oh-so-sweetly on your lap, warming you and taking that chill right away. You shrug off that feeling of doom and slip into a false sense of relief and contentment.
Welcome to my life. I love my boys to death. But they don't always return the favor. At least not once they have received the attention they've been craving. Sure, they greet me at the door and cuddle with me on the couch when watching Lost or October Road. However, as nice as that may sound they have a devious side to them. And it never benefits me.
Their meow can compete with the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Just as nails slowly screech across a blackboard, so do their meows squeak out in the most grating and loud death howl you can imagine. And it doesn't happen just once. Or even twice. No, they can cry for an hour straight if they so choose. It really depends on how angry they are with me. Did I mention this typically happens at 4am? Yeah, exactly. They don't do it when I'm awake. They wait until I'm deep in my REM sleep before belting out their shrieking tune. Are they crying for any apparent reason? No. Their food bowl is overflowing, the water in their dish straight from the tap. So what is the reason behind their cry? My only answer is to test my patience as much as possible. And cause more stress lines around my eyes.
We have a plant. In our house. It is large and green and receives water whenever I remember. The boys are intrigued by this plant. A little too much. I should have known from the beginning that the plant in the house spelled trouble. But I trusted them and granted them access to the plant. Only to come home to find this: The boys had dug around the base of the plant, chewed the lower leaves, trotted around the house with dirt all over their paws leaving a nice brown trail in their wake, and rolled in the dirt, covering their entire bodies with grainy crumbs of soil. The look on their tiny faces when I discovered their dirty deed? One of pure joy mixed with contempt and a side of smug.
Fact: Cats have claws.
Discovered: Cats like to sharpen their claws.
Result: Cats sharpen claws on whatever they can find. Wicker furniture, bed spreads, couch, carpet, foam that the water heater rests on. Pretty much anything they can find, they will use. Destructive little beings. And they relish the fact. They will purposely sharpen their claws on my chair right in front of me, looking at me with an evil grin as they slowly lift one paw into the air, place it softly on the arm of the chair, extend their claws, and then pierce. So triumphant they are. And they know that even if I shoo them away they can simply come back when I'm asleep or away. My house is really under their control.
Moral of the story: Don't judge a cat by it's purr.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wasting Away
This might show you that I have too much time on my hands.
That I should be more productive. More...something.
But the sad truth is I'm not. I hate being idle, so I fill my time up by doing this. Perfecting my limited Photoshop skillz. Yes, skills with a 'z'. It's cooler that way, right? No? Well, I tried.
That I should be more productive. More...something.
But the sad truth is I'm not. I hate being idle, so I fill my time up by doing this. Perfecting my limited Photoshop skillz. Yes, skills with a 'z'. It's cooler that way, right? No? Well, I tried.
Laura got to be transformed into Hilary Duff because I know how much she adores her. ;)
My big sis got Kirsten Dunst because she already has the same face shape, so it was easy. Plus the hair is just cute!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Concert Sightings
On Saturday, I attended the Matchbox Twenty concert - which was incredible - but while waiting for the band to come onstage (and simultaneously killing time while the opening acts played) I partook in one of my favorite past times. People watching. Honestly, what is better than admiring the daring outfits or hairstyles of those who are sharing in the concert experience with you? Okay, besides listening to the concert, obviously.
I thought I'd share some of my sightings & eavesdroppings with you.
**Spotted!**
Slightly overweight woman in skin-tight, hot-pink dress stumbles her way across the floor with boyfriend in tow. Of course this wouldn't be extremely awful, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. And it was incredibly obvious. To the point that the girl sitting behind me made the comment, "Do some people just not look in the mirror before going out? Maybe she doesn't own a mirror!" Her dad admonished her for the comment, which I don't blame him, as she was constantly spouting negative remarks about everyone and everything. But more from her later. The woman, however, was either completely unaware of her ensemble or fully aware and relishing it. Did I mention she had no jacket? Just her thin, jersey dress with narrow spaghetti straps.
**Seen & Heard**
Daring & bold! College girl struts by with indigo mohawk and chic glasses. What guts! What courage! What...was she thinking?? Okay, she actually rocked it well. And with confidence. The people sitting in front of her liked it so much they asked for a picture with her. She gladly obliged, with a smile on her face. Of course, Negative Nelly behind us had to voice her opinion on that.
NN: "Eww! Mom! There's a girl with a mohawk!"
Mom: "No...where? Is that a girl? Are you sure?"
NN: "Definitely a girl. And it's actually shaved on the sides!"
Mom: "Why would you do that!?"
NN: "Oh my gosh! That is so rude! Their asking for her picture! That's the rudest thing ever! I can't believe that! So rude!"
What I couldn't believe is how NN made fun of the mohawk sporting girl and then showed concern for her when others complimented it. The girl seemed in great spirits and I think if you're going to flaunt a purple mohawk you expect stares and comments.
**Witnessed**
Two hip, middle-age women rock out to Alanis Morrisette & Matchbox Twenty. They were swaying, grooving, clapping, and belting out the tunes. The women were having a blast, but one woman had brought her son and he was sitting unmoving in the seat next to his exuberant mom. Embarrassment? Perhaps. Although, he did liven up when Matchbox hit the stage. Back to my favorite lady, the one without the son. Man, was she fun to watch! She just couldn't sit still. Having the luxury of an aisle seat, she was out dancing and sashaying about. To steal from Shakira, her hips didn't lie. She was having the time of her life grooving to the beat. (stole from a few songs there) During an Alanis song she even shouted out an "F***, yeah!" for all surrounding her to hear. Whether she was sitting or standing, her arms were always waving and her hips were forever swaying.
**Overheard**
Now to my negative friend sitting directly behind me. Before the concert ever started she and her mom were running their mouths. "This better not be like the Daughtry concert." "It's just like Daughtry! He sang way too close to the mic!" "Does someone want to tell them their sound system sucks!?" "Who is this band? Their horrible! Maybe that was good, but oh, wow! You can bang on drums. Congratulations!" "Are we going to Daughtry when he comes back? I need to know so I can book it. That's why you need to be online everyday checking to see when the tickets go on sale!" Timeout. Weren't you guys just discussing how awful the Daughtry concert was? And now you want tickets to his next concert?
Mom to her daughter: "I'm so glad you like such a variety of music." Wait! Did I hear that right? Her daughter had just spent the last 10 minutes complaining about all types of music! Country, rock, pop, you name it. Didn't sound like she was very accepting of various music genres.
And on it went. But that gives an idea.
Oh how I love people watching. Brings a smile to my face. :)
I thought I'd share some of my sightings & eavesdroppings with you.
**Spotted!**
Slightly overweight woman in skin-tight, hot-pink dress stumbles her way across the floor with boyfriend in tow. Of course this wouldn't be extremely awful, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. And it was incredibly obvious. To the point that the girl sitting behind me made the comment, "Do some people just not look in the mirror before going out? Maybe she doesn't own a mirror!" Her dad admonished her for the comment, which I don't blame him, as she was constantly spouting negative remarks about everyone and everything. But more from her later. The woman, however, was either completely unaware of her ensemble or fully aware and relishing it. Did I mention she had no jacket? Just her thin, jersey dress with narrow spaghetti straps.
**Seen & Heard**
Daring & bold! College girl struts by with indigo mohawk and chic glasses. What guts! What courage! What...was she thinking?? Okay, she actually rocked it well. And with confidence. The people sitting in front of her liked it so much they asked for a picture with her. She gladly obliged, with a smile on her face. Of course, Negative Nelly behind us had to voice her opinion on that.
NN: "Eww! Mom! There's a girl with a mohawk!"
Mom: "No...where? Is that a girl? Are you sure?"
NN: "Definitely a girl. And it's actually shaved on the sides!"
Mom: "Why would you do that!?"
NN: "Oh my gosh! That is so rude! Their asking for her picture! That's the rudest thing ever! I can't believe that! So rude!"
What I couldn't believe is how NN made fun of the mohawk sporting girl and then showed concern for her when others complimented it. The girl seemed in great spirits and I think if you're going to flaunt a purple mohawk you expect stares and comments.
**Witnessed**
Two hip, middle-age women rock out to Alanis Morrisette & Matchbox Twenty. They were swaying, grooving, clapping, and belting out the tunes. The women were having a blast, but one woman had brought her son and he was sitting unmoving in the seat next to his exuberant mom. Embarrassment? Perhaps. Although, he did liven up when Matchbox hit the stage. Back to my favorite lady, the one without the son. Man, was she fun to watch! She just couldn't sit still. Having the luxury of an aisle seat, she was out dancing and sashaying about. To steal from Shakira, her hips didn't lie. She was having the time of her life grooving to the beat. (stole from a few songs there) During an Alanis song she even shouted out an "F***, yeah!" for all surrounding her to hear. Whether she was sitting or standing, her arms were always waving and her hips were forever swaying.
**Overheard**
Now to my negative friend sitting directly behind me. Before the concert ever started she and her mom were running their mouths. "This better not be like the Daughtry concert." "It's just like Daughtry! He sang way too close to the mic!" "Does someone want to tell them their sound system sucks!?" "Who is this band? Their horrible! Maybe that was good, but oh, wow! You can bang on drums. Congratulations!" "Are we going to Daughtry when he comes back? I need to know so I can book it. That's why you need to be online everyday checking to see when the tickets go on sale!" Timeout. Weren't you guys just discussing how awful the Daughtry concert was? And now you want tickets to his next concert?
Mom to her daughter: "I'm so glad you like such a variety of music." Wait! Did I hear that right? Her daughter had just spent the last 10 minutes complaining about all types of music! Country, rock, pop, you name it. Didn't sound like she was very accepting of various music genres.
And on it went. But that gives an idea.
Oh how I love people watching. Brings a smile to my face. :)
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Passing the Time
Work has been a little slow for me lately. And I hate having nothing to do. So I made these. Viola! This is how I spend my time being oh-so-productive:
FYI...the bottom one I used a tutorial for and the top one I found a similar image & then recreated it from scratch. Gotta give credit where credit's due. :)
Friday, February 29, 2008
It Only Comes Once Every Four Years...
Leap year. Such a glamorous day! I mean, this day is anticipated and hyped up for four years! And then it repeats its cycle all over again. Of course, I always have felt bad for the unfortunate souls who were born on this day. To feel like a birthday nomad every 3 out of 4 years must be truly upsetting. Yes, you would have the decision of celebrating on February 28th or March 1st, but it wouldn't be your true birthday. I'm sure it'd be special knowing you were one of the few to share the 29th of February as your day of birth, but I'd still feel lost during all the years that didn't have my special day.
Anyway, at bible study last night, one of the members in my group was trying to come up with something adventurous and exciting to do on this extremely memorable day. Her roommate had yet to accept her suggestions of driving to Canada (2 countries on the same day) or going sky diving (too expensive anyway). So I felt the need to toss out an idea.
"You could always go swimming in Green Lake. That would definitely qualify as daring." I said with a gleam in my eye.
"Yeah!" she said with a laugh, "And I'd still have the parasites with me come next leap year!"
Don't worry. I wouldn't dare to actually swim in the murky, slimy, algae filled water that makes up Green Lake. But I do think about it every time I drive by or run around the lake. I mean, it looks like they used to have swimming there. There's even a small stadium with bleachers looking out at the water. And it wasn't built with the intention of not being used for something.
The lake is great to walk, bike, run, or blade around. But I wouldn't dare to even touch my baby toe to the top of the deceivingly glassy water.
Anyway, at bible study last night, one of the members in my group was trying to come up with something adventurous and exciting to do on this extremely memorable day. Her roommate had yet to accept her suggestions of driving to Canada (2 countries on the same day) or going sky diving (too expensive anyway). So I felt the need to toss out an idea.
"You could always go swimming in Green Lake. That would definitely qualify as daring." I said with a gleam in my eye.
"Yeah!" she said with a laugh, "And I'd still have the parasites with me come next leap year!"
Don't worry. I wouldn't dare to actually swim in the murky, slimy, algae filled water that makes up Green Lake. But I do think about it every time I drive by or run around the lake. I mean, it looks like they used to have swimming there. There's even a small stadium with bleachers looking out at the water. And it wasn't built with the intention of not being used for something.
The lake is great to walk, bike, run, or blade around. But I wouldn't dare to even touch my baby toe to the top of the deceivingly glassy water.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Some Days...
Some days I'm slow
Lost in the laziness of life
Contemplative, reflective, and introspective
Focused on everything and nothing
Letting my mind roam here and there
Conversing with God
Wrestling with myself
Some days I'm active
Filled to busting with the chaos of life
Exuberant, joyous, and smiley
Full of energy, full of love
Flitting from one thing to the next
Inhaling deeply and laughing loudly
Unable to slow down and rest
Some days I'm melancholy
Restless about my future and what to do next
Dejected, depressed, and lackluster
Weary from the daily struggles thrown in my face
Caught up in self pity, loneliness, or sorrow
Filled with pain
Lost in regret
Some days I'm happy
Loving others and loving life
Bouncy, bubbly, and free
Reveling in the beauty around me
Rejoicing in the company I keep
Thankful for the life I lead
Consumed with optimism
Today, I'm simply content.
Lost in the laziness of life
Contemplative, reflective, and introspective
Focused on everything and nothing
Letting my mind roam here and there
Conversing with God
Wrestling with myself
Some days I'm active
Filled to busting with the chaos of life
Exuberant, joyous, and smiley
Full of energy, full of love
Flitting from one thing to the next
Inhaling deeply and laughing loudly
Unable to slow down and rest
Some days I'm melancholy
Restless about my future and what to do next
Dejected, depressed, and lackluster
Weary from the daily struggles thrown in my face
Caught up in self pity, loneliness, or sorrow
Filled with pain
Lost in regret
Some days I'm happy
Loving others and loving life
Bouncy, bubbly, and free
Reveling in the beauty around me
Rejoicing in the company I keep
Thankful for the life I lead
Consumed with optimism
Today, I'm simply content.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
It's been a fun run...
Today is the last day I can proudly proclaim "I'm 24." In a little over 16 hours, as the clock chimes 3:30 am, I will transform once again into a new age. Not that I will feel any different. But I will then be the dreadful quarter-of-a-century old. In honor of my last day as a twenty-four yearlite, I thought I'd post some pictures documenting a bit of what the last 24 years brought my way.
Obvioulsy I had to select only a few photos, but you get the idea. Sadly, many of my favorites have been scrapbooked and were therefore unavailable for use. But, what you get is a snapshot of me from a baby on up to college...I figure most present day photos can be accessed on my facebook account anyway, so there was no real need to include them.
Obvioulsy I had to select only a few photos, but you get the idea. Sadly, many of my favorites have been scrapbooked and were therefore unavailable for use. But, what you get is a snapshot of me from a baby on up to college...I figure most present day photos can be accessed on my facebook account anyway, so there was no real need to include them.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Soaking & Chewing
My church is currently doing a 12 week study on Philippians where we are encouraged to "soak" in it. Meaning read it straight through 3-4 times a week throughout the 12 week period. This way you absorb the scripture more than you would if you simply read it once or twice a month or a scrap here and a verse there. Who knows, maybe I'll come to memorize the entire book by the end of the series!
Anyway...here are several verses that were exceptionally thought provoking for me:
"I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." - Phil. 1:3-6
Praying with joy. What does that mean? What does it look like? How do I pray to God? Do I approach him humbly with joy in my heart despite my current circumstance? Sadly, most of the time I don't. I often send out blanket prayers or talk to God before going to bed, when weariness and sleep are claiming my body. Or I'm multitasking...driving, cooking, running. Whatever I'm doing, the point is I'm normally distracted by doing something else other then simply focusing all my attention on Him and connecting emotionally at a deeper level then I do when I just send up a quick thank you or "please pray for...." request. By praying this way, I lose the ability to pray with joy. To approach God with a heart of gladness and thankfulness to Him for all the blessings in my life. Even if it's been a bad day or I'm faced with adversity, I still need to take time out to joyfully fellowship with God. I yearn for it. And so does He. "
And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God." - Phil. 1:9-11
I want this so desperately. To transform more and more each day into the person Christ designed me to be! To love without bounds, embrace each day with celebration, lean into my longing to know Christ, become vulnerable and broken, to glean more knowledge from His Word, to lose myself and find myself all at the same time. Being filled with righteousness...it's almost something I can't understand because I feel like it will never be fully accomplished.
"Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:" - Phil 2:3-5
I do this. I mean, I think I do this. Okay, I do this most of the time. Alright...some of the time, but I still do it! I honestly wish I could say this is something I do consistently, but often my motives are not pure. They are spurred on by the ugly, by self recognition or vanity. I do things because it's in my best interest, and sure it may be in the interests of others, but that isn't always the driving force behind my actions. I'm not saying I don't ever put other's interests ahead of my own. Because I do. Just not all the time. And that last sentence, "your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus." It knocks the wind out of me because I know deep in my heart my attitude often doesn't reflect His. Let's just tack this on to my already expanding list of areas Christ is working at transforming in my life.
Anyway...here are several verses that were exceptionally thought provoking for me:
"I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." - Phil. 1:3-6
Praying with joy. What does that mean? What does it look like? How do I pray to God? Do I approach him humbly with joy in my heart despite my current circumstance? Sadly, most of the time I don't. I often send out blanket prayers or talk to God before going to bed, when weariness and sleep are claiming my body. Or I'm multitasking...driving, cooking, running. Whatever I'm doing, the point is I'm normally distracted by doing something else other then simply focusing all my attention on Him and connecting emotionally at a deeper level then I do when I just send up a quick thank you or "please pray for...." request. By praying this way, I lose the ability to pray with joy. To approach God with a heart of gladness and thankfulness to Him for all the blessings in my life. Even if it's been a bad day or I'm faced with adversity, I still need to take time out to joyfully fellowship with God. I yearn for it. And so does He. "
And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God." - Phil. 1:9-11
I want this so desperately. To transform more and more each day into the person Christ designed me to be! To love without bounds, embrace each day with celebration, lean into my longing to know Christ, become vulnerable and broken, to glean more knowledge from His Word, to lose myself and find myself all at the same time. Being filled with righteousness...it's almost something I can't understand because I feel like it will never be fully accomplished.
"Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:" - Phil 2:3-5
I do this. I mean, I think I do this. Okay, I do this most of the time. Alright...some of the time, but I still do it! I honestly wish I could say this is something I do consistently, but often my motives are not pure. They are spurred on by the ugly, by self recognition or vanity. I do things because it's in my best interest, and sure it may be in the interests of others, but that isn't always the driving force behind my actions. I'm not saying I don't ever put other's interests ahead of my own. Because I do. Just not all the time. And that last sentence, "your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus." It knocks the wind out of me because I know deep in my heart my attitude often doesn't reflect His. Let's just tack this on to my already expanding list of areas Christ is working at transforming in my life.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Wednesday Encounter
I recently moved & consequently don't have internet yet at my new place. Which means, I am only able to blog while at work. Hence the lack of posting. However, I did want to divulge this little tidbit from my Wednesday morning.
Jen & I had to make a trek down to the Tully's in Pioneer Square...right by Quest Field...to pick up a substantial order of coffee to supply over 300 people for a company function. We pulled up to the Tully's, and thinking this would be a quick load & jet, we parked our car in the 3 minute load zone. Simple in and out, right? Not quite with us. We were overwhelmed by the vast quantities of coffee carafes, creamers, sugars, cups, teas, and any other item one may need in their morning coffee. Our 3 minute stint outside was going to be a bit longer and fellow coffee lovers were starting to get testy towards us and our coveted 3 minute load spot. But what could we do?
We foolishly assumed these Seattle drivers would understand our plight.
However, we neglected to think about this man. He pulled up next to us about the time we hit our 4 minute mark in the spot. Blinker flashing, he angrily waved his hand at us and scowled from beneath his sparse eyebrows. We flailed our hands back at him, signifying that we weren't moving. He sweared under his breath and whipped a fast U-turn, parking his car on the other side of the street in another load only zone. Furiously he slammed his car door and stomped his way over to us. Raving about how we needed a load permit and didn't we know there was a loading dock in the back for people like us? We apologized and tried to explain that we would be leaving in a few minutes, we were simply loading coffee for an event. But he would have none of it. As he departed from our car and into the nearest building he left these parting words, "If I get a ticket, I'm throwing a rock at your car!!" Seriously?
I would have loved to see him try.
And I don't know how he would have been issued a ticket. He was in and out of the building in about 45 seconds flat.
Needless to say, this guy made my day.
Jen & I had to make a trek down to the Tully's in Pioneer Square...right by Quest Field...to pick up a substantial order of coffee to supply over 300 people for a company function. We pulled up to the Tully's, and thinking this would be a quick load & jet, we parked our car in the 3 minute load zone. Simple in and out, right? Not quite with us. We were overwhelmed by the vast quantities of coffee carafes, creamers, sugars, cups, teas, and any other item one may need in their morning coffee. Our 3 minute stint outside was going to be a bit longer and fellow coffee lovers were starting to get testy towards us and our coveted 3 minute load spot. But what could we do?
We foolishly assumed these Seattle drivers would understand our plight.
However, we neglected to think about this man. He pulled up next to us about the time we hit our 4 minute mark in the spot. Blinker flashing, he angrily waved his hand at us and scowled from beneath his sparse eyebrows. We flailed our hands back at him, signifying that we weren't moving. He sweared under his breath and whipped a fast U-turn, parking his car on the other side of the street in another load only zone. Furiously he slammed his car door and stomped his way over to us. Raving about how we needed a load permit and didn't we know there was a loading dock in the back for people like us? We apologized and tried to explain that we would be leaving in a few minutes, we were simply loading coffee for an event. But he would have none of it. As he departed from our car and into the nearest building he left these parting words, "If I get a ticket, I'm throwing a rock at your car!!" Seriously?
I would have loved to see him try.
And I don't know how he would have been issued a ticket. He was in and out of the building in about 45 seconds flat.
Needless to say, this guy made my day.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Creation at it's Best
Here are some pictures Ryan & I took at Sunset Hill in Ballard.
If you don't already know, sunsets are one of my favorite things. I just love reveling in God's glory as the sun shines and fades behind the mountain peaks, glistening gently on the water in hues of orange, pink, red, blue, and purple. It's moments like these when I am acutely aware of God's presence and his incredible beauty.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Weekend at a Glance
Friday night was pretty mellow, which was greatly needed after one hectic week. I feel like by Friday I typically have no energy left and am simply content to just chill on the couch watching a movie instead of going out with friends. I tend to go to bed by 11 too, which, strangely, is something I relish.
This Friday, I spent hanging out at my older sister's place. She had apple cider ham brewing in the crock-pot (smelled so good in her place!) and whipped up scalloped potatoes to complement the meal. We drank champagne and sparkling cider and settled in for a night of conversing and watching movies. Plus, I brought over the most delicious cupcakes from Trophy Cupcakes in Wallingford...we had lemon-strawberry and chocolate-vanilla. Simply to die for! The frosting was so sweet and creamy and melted in your mouth. Basically after bite one you knew it was "no good" as my dad would say.
I spent the night on her couch and roused myself around 8am to head over to the gym to workout with my sister and our personal trainer, Kate. She's pretty awesome and encourages us to push past the pain and keep going even when we think we can't. After training, it was out to my parents for the weekend. My dad's 55th birthday was on Sunday, so I stayed the night there and attended church with them on Sunday. Ryan & Beau came out for the day too and we played an intense game of ladder-golf. Ryan & I started out strong as the team to beat, but after 2 victories we lost our momentum. In the end, my mom & dad took the ultimate victory. I guess it was our birthday present to him. ;) Then it was inside to view the best Super Bowl in history...at least in my history...that I remember. Simply unbelievable how the Giants pulled it off! Talk about a dramatic ending! We were cheering, high-fiving, and pumping our fists in the air. What a great way to end an amazing day.
This Friday, I spent hanging out at my older sister's place. She had apple cider ham brewing in the crock-pot (smelled so good in her place!) and whipped up scalloped potatoes to complement the meal. We drank champagne and sparkling cider and settled in for a night of conversing and watching movies. Plus, I brought over the most delicious cupcakes from Trophy Cupcakes in Wallingford...we had lemon-strawberry and chocolate-vanilla. Simply to die for! The frosting was so sweet and creamy and melted in your mouth. Basically after bite one you knew it was "no good" as my dad would say.
I spent the night on her couch and roused myself around 8am to head over to the gym to workout with my sister and our personal trainer, Kate. She's pretty awesome and encourages us to push past the pain and keep going even when we think we can't. After training, it was out to my parents for the weekend. My dad's 55th birthday was on Sunday, so I stayed the night there and attended church with them on Sunday. Ryan & Beau came out for the day too and we played an intense game of ladder-golf. Ryan & I started out strong as the team to beat, but after 2 victories we lost our momentum. In the end, my mom & dad took the ultimate victory. I guess it was our birthday present to him. ;) Then it was inside to view the best Super Bowl in history...at least in my history...that I remember. Simply unbelievable how the Giants pulled it off! Talk about a dramatic ending! We were cheering, high-fiving, and pumping our fists in the air. What a great way to end an amazing day.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Crazy Seattle Weather!
I am a Seattleite…born and raised. I know the city well; the streets, the parks, the choice places to eat, picnic, boat, swim, or play sports. However, I will never even begin to understand the inner workings of the weather system in my glorious PNW. It is simply unpredictable.
On Sunday, the sun was shining brightly in the clear azure sky and it was a balmy 50 degrees. It was wonderful being outside and absorbing some much needed Vitamin E. I had almost forgotten what sunshine felt like on my skin. I spent the morning playing soccer and was running around in my shorts and T-shirt. It was simply that warm.
Yesterday was so dramatically different I wondered if I hadn’t been mistakenly transported to Alaska overnight. It was about 35 degrees and on my drive home it went from a torrential downpour on Lake Union to snow/rain mix at Montlake and finally snow in Bellevue. It was insane. By 7pm there was a light dusting of snow on the ground and it was still falling steadily. I went for a stroll to the nearest coffee shop with my sisters (Starbucks of course…which I hate…I know, raised in Seattle & hating Starbucks) and then tucked myself under a blanket with my hot cocoa steaming in one hand and a log crackling on the fire. Pure bliss.
Overnight the snow became ice, with treacherous black ice hiding itself on sharp curves and off-ramps. I exited my car at work and almost crashed to the cement because it was so slick.
Now, the sun is shining brightly once more and the remnants of last night’s blizzard/ice storm are fading away. Soon, Seattle will be back to its normal gray and sloppy self. Oh the joy of living in the convergence zone
On Sunday, the sun was shining brightly in the clear azure sky and it was a balmy 50 degrees. It was wonderful being outside and absorbing some much needed Vitamin E. I had almost forgotten what sunshine felt like on my skin. I spent the morning playing soccer and was running around in my shorts and T-shirt. It was simply that warm.
Yesterday was so dramatically different I wondered if I hadn’t been mistakenly transported to Alaska overnight. It was about 35 degrees and on my drive home it went from a torrential downpour on Lake Union to snow/rain mix at Montlake and finally snow in Bellevue. It was insane. By 7pm there was a light dusting of snow on the ground and it was still falling steadily. I went for a stroll to the nearest coffee shop with my sisters (Starbucks of course…which I hate…I know, raised in Seattle & hating Starbucks) and then tucked myself under a blanket with my hot cocoa steaming in one hand and a log crackling on the fire. Pure bliss.
Overnight the snow became ice, with treacherous black ice hiding itself on sharp curves and off-ramps. I exited my car at work and almost crashed to the cement because it was so slick.
Now, the sun is shining brightly once more and the remnants of last night’s blizzard/ice storm are fading away. Soon, Seattle will be back to its normal gray and sloppy self. Oh the joy of living in the convergence zone
Friday, January 11, 2008
Within a Breath
That's how close I was to embarrassing myself at work today. I got up in typical fashion at 6:04am and proceeded to ready myself like normal. I showered, dressed, fixed my hair, makeup, ate breakfast, etc. Then I returned to the bathroom to brush my teeth. And thank goodness I did! As I was scrubbing away at the grimy plaque on my teeth, I noticed that my shirt looked a bit odd. The seam was a little thicker than I remembered, not to mention the color was just not as vibrant. Then it hit me. I had put my shirt on inside out! Definitely a B.I.H. moment for me.
In case you're wondering, B.I.H. stands for "Blonde in Hiding". My friend and I came up with it back in high school as an excuse for all our many lapses of judgement. We're brunettes, so we said we were simply blondes in hiding.
Needless to say, I'm glad I escaped the embarrassment of strolling around the office in a reversed shirt all day. But then, I could always claim it is "inside-out-day" and transport myself back to grade school. ;)
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Just What I Need!!!
My excitement is through the roof right now!
How did the inventor/designer of these know I had been yearning for this product since my first snorkeling trip when I was in 7th grade? How?? It's almost eerie...
You know you can't resist dashing to the nearest waterwear retailer and snatching these babies up!
How did the inventor/designer of these know I had been yearning for this product since my first snorkeling trip when I was in 7th grade? How?? It's almost eerie...
You know you can't resist dashing to the nearest waterwear retailer and snatching these babies up!
Burning Nostrils: Only a Typical Girl's Night In
Last night I had the rare pleasure of enjoying a girl's night in with my sister. We live together, but are hardly ever home at the same time for extended periods, so this was a treat.
In honor of this glorious event, we made enchilada's and guacamole for dinner. Homemade. The only way to do it. The enchiladas cooked up perfectly. Cheese bubbling and crisping on top of oodles of sauce and low-carb tortillas (we cut the fat where we can) filled with shredded chicken, cheese, and more sauce. The delectable scent alone was enough to cause us to start salivating. That is, if Laura hadn't decided to clean her bathroom.
I know what you are thinking. How could this be so bad? Normally, it wouldn't. But my sister is anything but normal. She has this theory that the more cleaning sprays, powders, and gels you use, the better the purging of the soap scum will be. This, however, is unfortunately not true. It only serves to create a stench so unpleasant to the nostrils that it sends one running for any source of fresh air they can find. We could hardly set foot into her room seconds after she poured the massive quantities of toxic liquids into her tub. It was almost unbearable. Of course, we had to shut the door to her bathroom and turn the fan on, in hopes of airing the place out. But that brilliant idea came to us later. After our leg gel debacle.
Yes, dear reader, leg gel. We discovered two packets of tired leg gel in the depths of one of my bathroom drawers. Eager to test them out, we ripped the packets open and drizzled the pepperminty pink gel all over our calves. As we began rubbing the slimy liquid into our skin, our nostrils began to burn again. Not from the Comet seeping from under Laura's bedroom door, but from the leg gel. Not only did our noses burn, but so did our legs. My guess is the leg gel relieves your sore & tired legs by lighting your skin on fire and poisoning you with noxious fumes. But that is only my guess. We left the leg gel on for about 20 minutes. Why? I cannot tell you. The fumes must have inhibited our ability to think properly. Finally we crawled our way to the bathroom, grabbed a wash cloth, lathered it in soap, and proceeded to cleanse our legs. To no avail. I'm afraid that leg gel is made of the same substance glue is. In fact, my leg still burns a little. And when I say burn, it is similar to Icy Hot, but at a much more intense level. Also, my jeans keep sticking to my skin. Not a good sign. Not to mention we put Biore strips on our noses, which if I'm going to do I might as well just get my faced waxed because I always feel like I'm stripping my face naked when I pull the strip off.
Despite the potentness of our apartment, singed legs, and baby-smooth faces, dinner was good and so was One Tree Hill. Yes, we are still teenagers in many ways.
I hope Laura didn't efixiate herself in her room last night. She has the master bedroom, which means she has the master bath. Extremely high fume content in there from her cleaning attempts....I'm sure you can imagine my concern.
In honor of this glorious event, we made enchilada's and guacamole for dinner. Homemade. The only way to do it. The enchiladas cooked up perfectly. Cheese bubbling and crisping on top of oodles of sauce and low-carb tortillas (we cut the fat where we can) filled with shredded chicken, cheese, and more sauce. The delectable scent alone was enough to cause us to start salivating. That is, if Laura hadn't decided to clean her bathroom.
I know what you are thinking. How could this be so bad? Normally, it wouldn't. But my sister is anything but normal. She has this theory that the more cleaning sprays, powders, and gels you use, the better the purging of the soap scum will be. This, however, is unfortunately not true. It only serves to create a stench so unpleasant to the nostrils that it sends one running for any source of fresh air they can find. We could hardly set foot into her room seconds after she poured the massive quantities of toxic liquids into her tub. It was almost unbearable. Of course, we had to shut the door to her bathroom and turn the fan on, in hopes of airing the place out. But that brilliant idea came to us later. After our leg gel debacle.
Yes, dear reader, leg gel. We discovered two packets of tired leg gel in the depths of one of my bathroom drawers. Eager to test them out, we ripped the packets open and drizzled the pepperminty pink gel all over our calves. As we began rubbing the slimy liquid into our skin, our nostrils began to burn again. Not from the Comet seeping from under Laura's bedroom door, but from the leg gel. Not only did our noses burn, but so did our legs. My guess is the leg gel relieves your sore & tired legs by lighting your skin on fire and poisoning you with noxious fumes. But that is only my guess. We left the leg gel on for about 20 minutes. Why? I cannot tell you. The fumes must have inhibited our ability to think properly. Finally we crawled our way to the bathroom, grabbed a wash cloth, lathered it in soap, and proceeded to cleanse our legs. To no avail. I'm afraid that leg gel is made of the same substance glue is. In fact, my leg still burns a little. And when I say burn, it is similar to Icy Hot, but at a much more intense level. Also, my jeans keep sticking to my skin. Not a good sign. Not to mention we put Biore strips on our noses, which if I'm going to do I might as well just get my faced waxed because I always feel like I'm stripping my face naked when I pull the strip off.
Despite the potentness of our apartment, singed legs, and baby-smooth faces, dinner was good and so was One Tree Hill. Yes, we are still teenagers in many ways.
I hope Laura didn't efixiate herself in her room last night. She has the master bedroom, which means she has the master bath. Extremely high fume content in there from her cleaning attempts....I'm sure you can imagine my concern.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
In God We Still Trust
I received the following song in an email from my mom today and thought I'd share. The song is amazing. The message...even more so. Enjoy! I know I did.
Apparently Diamond Rio put this song on their Greatest Hits CD, but since I don't have it, the song was new to me.
Disclaimer: If you don't like country, I apologize. But please give this song a listen anyway. :)
Copy this to your browser www.windomnet.com/web/nls/InGodWeStillTrust.wmv
Apparently Diamond Rio put this song on their Greatest Hits CD, but since I don't have it, the song was new to me.
Disclaimer: If you don't like country, I apologize. But please give this song a listen anyway. :)
Copy this to your browser www.windomnet.com/web/nls/InGodWeStillTrust.wmv
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Fresh Beginnings
Why is it we all look at the "New Year" as a clean slate or chance to start over? Can't we do that anytime of the year? Why does it have to be January first? And do we honestly think the events of 2007 aren't going to impact us in our 2008 bubble? Do they all just crash to a screaming halt the second the clock chimes midnight, announcing the close of the previous year? And all of a sudden we are completely free of debt, loss, life changing choices, bad relationships, body image and self-esteem issues, and the like? Really? Just like that?
And why does the media place so much attention on New Year's Resolutions? Must everyone have a new goal for the year? Can't I set my goals anytime during the year? Why does it have to be done in time for January 1st? Why?
I guess I'm just jaded to it all. In my opinion, the New Year's holiday is right up there with Valentine's Day. I just don't understand it. At all. So much hype, just for the chime of a bell and the opportunity to shout out "Happy New Year!" for all your friends to hear. And of course, who could forget the excuse to imbibe in some alcohol. Because our society needs an excuse for that. Maybe I should anxiously await the dawn of each new day or the start of a new month. That should definitely warrant a reason to celebrate, right? Happy February! I mean, then I would be able to party 12 times at least during the year, because I'd be ringing in each month, not just the year! What a brilliant idea!
Except, I think it would get old. Just like having Christmas everyday. It'd lose it's excitement and would soon be viewed as a chore.
Sorry, sorry. I apologize for my lack-luster attitude towards the new and exciting year of 2008. It's not that I don't look forward to another year of growing older and hopefully wiser, but I just don't understand the hype around it. I'm sure the year will be filled with reasons to rejoice and celebrate, but I also know there will be times of mourning, anger, hurt, and frustration. Because, let's face it, good and bad are a part of life. We can never escape the bad things. But I will choose to focus on the good. And I do thank God for each day he gives me and the opportunities He brings my way.
Happy New Year everyone! ;)
And why does the media place so much attention on New Year's Resolutions? Must everyone have a new goal for the year? Can't I set my goals anytime during the year? Why does it have to be done in time for January 1st? Why?
I guess I'm just jaded to it all. In my opinion, the New Year's holiday is right up there with Valentine's Day. I just don't understand it. At all. So much hype, just for the chime of a bell and the opportunity to shout out "Happy New Year!" for all your friends to hear. And of course, who could forget the excuse to imbibe in some alcohol. Because our society needs an excuse for that. Maybe I should anxiously await the dawn of each new day or the start of a new month. That should definitely warrant a reason to celebrate, right? Happy February! I mean, then I would be able to party 12 times at least during the year, because I'd be ringing in each month, not just the year! What a brilliant idea!
Except, I think it would get old. Just like having Christmas everyday. It'd lose it's excitement and would soon be viewed as a chore.
Sorry, sorry. I apologize for my lack-luster attitude towards the new and exciting year of 2008. It's not that I don't look forward to another year of growing older and hopefully wiser, but I just don't understand the hype around it. I'm sure the year will be filled with reasons to rejoice and celebrate, but I also know there will be times of mourning, anger, hurt, and frustration. Because, let's face it, good and bad are a part of life. We can never escape the bad things. But I will choose to focus on the good. And I do thank God for each day he gives me and the opportunities He brings my way.
Happy New Year everyone! ;)
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