Haddon Hall
Chatsworth
Sudbury Hall
Willersly Castle
Elvaston Castle
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Stuff
So!
I'm headed back across the pond next spring.
I'll get a bus to Oxford and meet up with Becca.
We go South to Brighton, Dover and Salisbury then North to the Peak District then farther North into Scotland then back down to London.
Should be splendiferous fun.
I've got a map and everything.
*rubs hands together*
I'm headed back across the pond next spring.
I'll get a bus to Oxford and meet up with Becca.
We go South to Brighton, Dover and Salisbury then North to the Peak District then farther North into Scotland then back down to London.
Should be splendiferous fun.
I've got a map and everything.
*rubs hands together*
Monday, September 05, 2005
I love me some Garrison!
Men fought and died in 1776 so that your children would not be subjected to cricket! We fought so we would be free of those wretched fried tomatoes that the English have for breakfast!
So that we would be free of Corgis, those ugly little rodent-like dogs that are favored by Queen Elizabeth.
The English even wrote a musical about it, it's called Corgi and Bess.
It's a terrible musical, like most English musicals......Andrew Lloyd Webber - the Walmart of musicals!
The only great English musical was written by Americans and that's My Fair Lady, but nevermind!
People think of the English as civilized but that's because they never attended an English soccer match!
Enormous red-faced men bellowing and throwing up on each other...that's what that's about.
When was the last time you had 30 people trampled to death at a baseball game?
So that we would be free of Corgis, those ugly little rodent-like dogs that are favored by Queen Elizabeth.
The English even wrote a musical about it, it's called Corgi and Bess.
It's a terrible musical, like most English musicals......Andrew Lloyd Webber - the Walmart of musicals!
The only great English musical was written by Americans and that's My Fair Lady, but nevermind!
People think of the English as civilized but that's because they never attended an English soccer match!
Enormous red-faced men bellowing and throwing up on each other...that's what that's about.
When was the last time you had 30 people trampled to death at a baseball game?
Sunday, September 04, 2005
I love my iPod.
Muy mucho.
And Jane.
Dear Jane.
*sigh*
There are things in life that we like and then there are things that become a part of us. They're grafted into us. They are as natural as breathing. The thing and us are like the sun and sunlight - you can't have one without the other.
I love Chopin.
Dear bi-polar Chopin.
He sure knew how to crank out a good tune.
I'm forming the opinion that normal (for lack of a better term) people are somewhat uninteresting.
It makes me hope that I'm not normal.
Of course, the space between normal and bi-polar....that's sooooome space we're talking about.
I had some funky dreams this morning.
One of them centered on me being involved in a crime. I'll just say that I was the victim.
Sleeping dreams.
Odd things.
Then there are awake dreams.
Those are sometimes the ones that cause the damage.
It's a sad day when you have a sudden realization that you have dreams that will never BE. Very sad. It isn't as if you previously consciously believed that they truly WOULD happen, but then you realize that they WON'T.
You sit and cry about it and then you sort of lose that part of you that wanted those dreams in the first place.
I look at my cat, asleep in his box, and I admire the pure self-indulgence that he displays.
A dog's perception of people: You feed me, you take care of me - YOU must be god!
A cat's perception of people: You feed me, you take care of me - I must be god!
That's why I like cats. They're so magnificently stuck up.
Is that perverted of me?
Take Lucy from Peanuts, for example.
I love her.
She's such a pain.
BUT - she's a funny pain.
Alas, that doesn't often happen in reality.
I better stop before I start debating the merits of rice farming in Topeka.
Signing off.
*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
Muy mucho.
And Jane.
Dear Jane.
*sigh*
There are things in life that we like and then there are things that become a part of us. They're grafted into us. They are as natural as breathing. The thing and us are like the sun and sunlight - you can't have one without the other.
I love Chopin.
Dear bi-polar Chopin.
He sure knew how to crank out a good tune.
I'm forming the opinion that normal (for lack of a better term) people are somewhat uninteresting.
It makes me hope that I'm not normal.
Of course, the space between normal and bi-polar....that's sooooome space we're talking about.
I had some funky dreams this morning.
One of them centered on me being involved in a crime. I'll just say that I was the victim.
Sleeping dreams.
Odd things.
Then there are awake dreams.
Those are sometimes the ones that cause the damage.
It's a sad day when you have a sudden realization that you have dreams that will never BE. Very sad. It isn't as if you previously consciously believed that they truly WOULD happen, but then you realize that they WON'T.
You sit and cry about it and then you sort of lose that part of you that wanted those dreams in the first place.
I look at my cat, asleep in his box, and I admire the pure self-indulgence that he displays.
A dog's perception of people: You feed me, you take care of me - YOU must be god!
A cat's perception of people: You feed me, you take care of me - I must be god!
That's why I like cats. They're so magnificently stuck up.
Is that perverted of me?
Take Lucy from Peanuts, for example.
I love her.
She's such a pain.
BUT - she's a funny pain.
Alas, that doesn't often happen in reality.
I better stop before I start debating the merits of rice farming in Topeka.
Signing off.
*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Good old Hammie
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
-William Shakespeare
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
-William Shakespeare
Friday, September 02, 2005
Foolish mortals
As a rule, man is a fool
When it's hot, he wants it cool
When it's cool, he wants it hot
Always wanting what is not
Never wanting what he's got
When it's hot, he wants it cool
When it's cool, he wants it hot
Always wanting what is not
Never wanting what he's got
Friday, August 26, 2005
BAH
Vééérrrroooooooone!!
Vééérrrrooooooooone!!
Vous êtes Véroooooooone!!!!!
Bah.
Blast those blasted Froggies.
They may not know squat about staging, but they sure write some catchy tunes.
:)
Vééérrrrooooooooone!!
Vous êtes Véroooooooone!!!!!
Bah.
Blast those blasted Froggies.
They may not know squat about staging, but they sure write some catchy tunes.
:)
Why Can't The English?
Henry Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter,
Condemned by every syllable she ever uttered.
By law she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Eliza Aaoooww! Henry imitating her Aaoooww!
Heaven's! What a noise!
This is what the British population,
Calls an elementary education. Pickering Oh,
Counsel, I think you picked a poor example. Henry Did I?
Hear them down in Soho square,
Dropping "h's" everywhere.
Speaking English anyway they like.
You sir, did you go to school?
Man Wadaya tike me for, a fool?
Henry No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now,
Should be antique. If you spoke as she does, sir,
Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too!
Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse,
Hear a Cornishman converse,
I'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn Just like this one!
Eliza Garn! Henry I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?
It's "Aoooow" and "Garn" that keep her in her place.
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction by now should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir, Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too.
An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him,
The moment he talks he makes some other
Englishman despise him.
One common language I'm afraid we'll never get.
Oh, why can't the English learn to set
A good example to people whose
English is painful to your ears?
The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears.
There even are places where English completely
disappears. In America, they haven't used it for years!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian; the Greeks have taught their
Greek. In France every Frenchman knows
his language fro "A" to "Zed"
The French never care what they do, actually,
as long as they pronounce in properly.
Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning.
And Hebrews learn it backwards,
which is absolutely frightening.
But use proper English you're regarded as a freak.
Why can't the English,
Why can't the English learn to speak?
Condemned by every syllable she ever uttered.
By law she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Eliza Aaoooww! Henry imitating her Aaoooww!
Heaven's! What a noise!
This is what the British population,
Calls an elementary education. Pickering Oh,
Counsel, I think you picked a poor example. Henry Did I?
Hear them down in Soho square,
Dropping "h's" everywhere.
Speaking English anyway they like.
You sir, did you go to school?
Man Wadaya tike me for, a fool?
Henry No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now,
Should be antique. If you spoke as she does, sir,
Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too!
Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse,
Hear a Cornishman converse,
I'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn Just like this one!
Eliza Garn! Henry I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?
It's "Aoooow" and "Garn" that keep her in her place.
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction by now should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir, Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too.
An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him,
The moment he talks he makes some other
Englishman despise him.
One common language I'm afraid we'll never get.
Oh, why can't the English learn to set
A good example to people whose
English is painful to your ears?
The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears.
There even are places where English completely
disappears. In America, they haven't used it for years!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian; the Greeks have taught their
Greek. In France every Frenchman knows
his language fro "A" to "Zed"
The French never care what they do, actually,
as long as they pronounce in properly.
Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning.
And Hebrews learn it backwards,
which is absolutely frightening.
But use proper English you're regarded as a freak.
Why can't the English,
Why can't the English learn to speak?
Thursday, August 04, 2005
I'm alive
Sooooo....
Been busy.
Work.
Stuff.
Ya know.
The Queen and I went to San Francisco yesterday and had a great time.
Went to the Palace of the Legion of Honor and saw my favorite Rembrandt.
Bummed around Golden Gate Park.
FYI - the Japanese Tea Garden is free after 5pm.
The nice man we talked to at the Shakespeare Garden told us who to talk to about holding a wedding there. I have the feeling he thought the two of us were the happy couple. This was shortly after the woman at the gift shop in the museum told us that we reminded her of herself and her WIFE. *sigh*
Anywhoo, we went to the Sunrise Deli and I had a lovely shawarma and some magnificent baklava. Aaaaahhhhh, it was delicious. I want more.
We topped off the day by walking the double G.
It was a little chilly, but not too terrible.
It's so fun to be in a city and see all kinds of people and hear all kinds of languages. San Francisco is a nifty place.
Been busy.
Work.
Stuff.
Ya know.
The Queen and I went to San Francisco yesterday and had a great time.
Went to the Palace of the Legion of Honor and saw my favorite Rembrandt.
Bummed around Golden Gate Park.
FYI - the Japanese Tea Garden is free after 5pm.
The nice man we talked to at the Shakespeare Garden told us who to talk to about holding a wedding there. I have the feeling he thought the two of us were the happy couple. This was shortly after the woman at the gift shop in the museum told us that we reminded her of herself and her WIFE. *sigh*
Anywhoo, we went to the Sunrise Deli and I had a lovely shawarma and some magnificent baklava. Aaaaahhhhh, it was delicious. I want more.
We topped off the day by walking the double G.
It was a little chilly, but not too terrible.
It's so fun to be in a city and see all kinds of people and hear all kinds of languages. San Francisco is a nifty place.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Alright...
Have to do something terribly girly, so you've been warned -
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I LOVE YOU, JASON CRABB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay.
I feel better.
:)
Of course, the above comment refers to the musical sense of the phrase.
Yep.
He's so special, he has Ringtone status.
Ooooohhhhhh.
Very special, indeed.
And I'm sure his WIFE would agree with me.
*sigh*
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I LOVE YOU, JASON CRABB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay.
I feel better.
:)
Of course, the above comment refers to the musical sense of the phrase.
Yep.
He's so special, he has Ringtone status.
Ooooohhhhhh.
Very special, indeed.
And I'm sure his WIFE would agree with me.
*sigh*
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Bob
So, Bob and I are getting along splendidly.
He definitely keeps me entertained.
He has all the right music and Solitaire.
He doesn't talk back or disagree with me about anything.
I can turn him off whenever I want.
Too bad he's just an electronic.
He definitely keeps me entertained.
He has all the right music and Solitaire.
He doesn't talk back or disagree with me about anything.
I can turn him off whenever I want.
Too bad he's just an electronic.
Chocolate
My mother just handed me a piece of candy from See's and said "Here, this was my sample a couple of days ago."
Not knowing what said piece of candy might contain, I tentatively bit into it.
It was a truffle.
I took a couple of hasty bites and then told myself to slow down.
It was so lovely.
The taste remains in your mouth and it's just as good afterwards.
*sigh*
Not knowing what said piece of candy might contain, I tentatively bit into it.
It was a truffle.
I took a couple of hasty bites and then told myself to slow down.
It was so lovely.
The taste remains in your mouth and it's just as good afterwards.
*sigh*
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
You Raise Me Up
When I am down, and oh my soul, so weary,
when troubles come and my heart burdened be.
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
until You come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas.
I am strong, when I am on Your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.
There is no life, no life without its hunger,
each restless heart beats so imperfectly.
But when You come and I am filled with wonder,
sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
Brendan Graham, Rolf Lovland
when troubles come and my heart burdened be.
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
until You come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas.
I am strong, when I am on Your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.
There is no life, no life without its hunger,
each restless heart beats so imperfectly.
But when You come and I am filled with wonder,
sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
Brendan Graham, Rolf Lovland
The Circle
Sometimes I really don't like people.
I suppose people sometimes really don't like me.
So it all works out in the end.
I suppose people sometimes really don't like me.
So it all works out in the end.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Just wanted to add..
Alright, how cute is this??
That's my boy, reading to the kiddies.
Isn't he a dear.
I hope he's okay.
Haven't seen hide nor hair of him for quite some time.
I tried to email his sister, but it was returned to me.
*sigh*
No love for the Gooch.
*sniff*
That's my boy, reading to the kiddies.
Isn't he a dear.
I hope he's okay.
Haven't seen hide nor hair of him for quite some time.
I tried to email his sister, but it was returned to me.
*sigh*
No love for the Gooch.
*sniff*
This and that
Well.
Trying to make myself post more often.
Uhm.
Worked today.
Tired.
It rained, which was fine by me, but a lot of other people seemed to be unhappy about it.
---random lyric moment---
Rain
Falls from the sky
Fresh on my skin
Kisses my face
I
drag myself up
Weary I walk
guided by Grace
There in the darkness
a flicker of light
Leading me onward
Over the moors
to a road
a road winding slow
that leads to a house
a house that I know
---end random lyric moment---
I don't know what was wrong last night, but I couldn't go to sleep till 2 blasted am.
Crazy.
I hope that doesn't happen tonight.
I need all the beauty sleep I can get.
Speaking of which, just thought I would let you all know that I am not a cute girl.
And I am okay with that.
These girls that I work with, they crack me up.
They are so cute, so high school, so like yeah, totally Californian teenagers.
Their topics of conversation are amazing.
A man came into the store today and bought a graduation card for his nephew.
He asked me when I was graduating.
I said "From what???" and laughed.
I told him the year that I graduated from high school.
After he left, I turned to Erika and said "I'M SO OLD!!!!"
I tell people I graduated in '99 and it sounds like that was 20 years ago.
Gah.
A quarter (maybe more like a third) of my life is behind me.
So much to see and so little time!
So many tickets to be bought!
So many critics to yell at!
So many castles to visit!
So many burritos to eat!
So many Peach Pleasures to be enjoyed!
And not enough time!
Bah!
*shakes fist*
*sigh*
Well, in the words of Mr.Nichols...
Cheer up. Life isn't everything.
Boy, for some reason, I'm now having a Benedick moment.
BEATRICE
I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior
Benedick: nobody marks you.
BENEDICK
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
BEATRICE
Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come
in her presence.
BENEDICK
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I
would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
heart; for, truly, I love none.
BEATRICE
A dear happiness to women: they would else have
been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God
and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I
had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man
swear he loves me.
BENEDICK
God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate
scratched face.
BEATRICE
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
a face as yours were.
BENEDICK
Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.
BEATRICE
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
BENEDICK
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's
name; I have done.
BEATRICE
You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old.
*sigh*
Ah, the battle of the sexes.
Will we never escape it.
Do we want to escape it???
Okay.
This is where I go to bed.
Night.
Trying to make myself post more often.
Uhm.
Worked today.
Tired.
It rained, which was fine by me, but a lot of other people seemed to be unhappy about it.
---random lyric moment---
Rain
Falls from the sky
Fresh on my skin
Kisses my face
I
drag myself up
Weary I walk
guided by Grace
There in the darkness
a flicker of light
Leading me onward
Over the moors
to a road
a road winding slow
that leads to a house
a house that I know
---end random lyric moment---
I don't know what was wrong last night, but I couldn't go to sleep till 2 blasted am.
Crazy.
I hope that doesn't happen tonight.
I need all the beauty sleep I can get.
Speaking of which, just thought I would let you all know that I am not a cute girl.
And I am okay with that.
These girls that I work with, they crack me up.
They are so cute, so high school, so like yeah, totally Californian teenagers.
Their topics of conversation are amazing.
A man came into the store today and bought a graduation card for his nephew.
He asked me when I was graduating.
I said "From what???" and laughed.
I told him the year that I graduated from high school.
After he left, I turned to Erika and said "I'M SO OLD!!!!"
I tell people I graduated in '99 and it sounds like that was 20 years ago.
Gah.
A quarter (maybe more like a third) of my life is behind me.
So much to see and so little time!
So many tickets to be bought!
So many critics to yell at!
So many castles to visit!
So many burritos to eat!
So many Peach Pleasures to be enjoyed!
And not enough time!
Bah!
*shakes fist*
*sigh*
Well, in the words of Mr.Nichols...
Cheer up. Life isn't everything.
Boy, for some reason, I'm now having a Benedick moment.
BEATRICE
I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior
Benedick: nobody marks you.
BENEDICK
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
BEATRICE
Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come
in her presence.
BENEDICK
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I
would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
heart; for, truly, I love none.
BEATRICE
A dear happiness to women: they would else have
been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God
and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I
had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man
swear he loves me.
BENEDICK
God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate
scratched face.
BEATRICE
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
a face as yours were.
BENEDICK
Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.
BEATRICE
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
BENEDICK
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's
name; I have done.
BEATRICE
You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old.
*sigh*
Ah, the battle of the sexes.
Will we never escape it.
Do we want to escape it???
Okay.
This is where I go to bed.
Night.
Monday, June 13, 2005
So.
New blog theme.
Not that I didn't like Garrison, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.
*cough*
Went to LA.
Went to Disneyland.
Saw James.
All that good stuff.
Just FYI - that Israel and New Breed Live From Another Level dvd looks like it was filmed by a bunch of people on crack.
Sorry if that seems crude, but it's true.
Don't watch it if you get car sick.
Sheesh.
If I had known it was like that, I probably wouldn't have bought it.
But really, only in Santa Monica will you find a dvd like that at Tower Records, the Twilight Zone of Christian music.
:)
I've decided that I don't really like L.A.
It makes me feel icky.
Hey Bethy, James is playing Lancelot in a one night concert thingie at the Hollywood Bowl.
*sigh*
As Professor Gonzalez says, "C'est moi!"
;)
Life is weird.
And it never ends.
Until you die of course.
But then, you're dead - you don't know what you're missing at that point.
I'm glad God didn't make it so that we remember being born.
That would be so traumatizing, we wouldn't make it anyways.
I'm glad He thought about those things.
Speaking of God, I'm stuck on that line from the show (the blog theme).
Those words come out of his mouth (JB's, not God ;)) and you can hear the entire audience go "Hhhhhhmmmmm..."
I'm glad I already knew that God isn't hiding.
Well.
There's your theological discussion for the week.
I'm pooped.
I'm going to bed.
New blog theme.
Not that I didn't like Garrison, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.
*cough*
Went to LA.
Went to Disneyland.
Saw James.
All that good stuff.
Just FYI - that Israel and New Breed Live From Another Level dvd looks like it was filmed by a bunch of people on crack.
Sorry if that seems crude, but it's true.
Don't watch it if you get car sick.
Sheesh.
If I had known it was like that, I probably wouldn't have bought it.
But really, only in Santa Monica will you find a dvd like that at Tower Records, the Twilight Zone of Christian music.
:)
I've decided that I don't really like L.A.
It makes me feel icky.
Hey Bethy, James is playing Lancelot in a one night concert thingie at the Hollywood Bowl.
*sigh*
As Professor Gonzalez says, "C'est moi!"
;)
Life is weird.
And it never ends.
Until you die of course.
But then, you're dead - you don't know what you're missing at that point.
I'm glad God didn't make it so that we remember being born.
That would be so traumatizing, we wouldn't make it anyways.
I'm glad He thought about those things.
Speaking of God, I'm stuck on that line from the show (the blog theme).
Those words come out of his mouth (JB's, not God ;)) and you can hear the entire audience go "Hhhhhhmmmmm..."
I'm glad I already knew that God isn't hiding.
Well.
There's your theological discussion for the week.
I'm pooped.
I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Update
Sooo.......
Had a birhday.
And a party.
Got an A in Public Speaking.
Shocker, I know.
You are all aware of what problems I have with speech.
I tell ya, this class has been a life saver.
*cough*
I got a car.
I'll have to take a picture of her and post it.
Dad scared the pooey out of us last night.
He had a panic attack at 3 am.
He's been sick and he's got asthma.
He isn't the most physically stable person in the first place. When you get up at 3 am in the dark after taking Codeine and feel like you're going to fall, a person like him panics.
*sigh*
I woke up to a veeerryy loud noise.
That isn't normally a good sign.
I remember waking up when we had that earthquake a few years ago and the sheer NOISE was amazing. I thought Well, it's the end of the world.
So anywhoo, lots of banging and then Dad freaking out.
I got up and opened my door, saying Jesus a couple of times (in plea, not in frustration :)).
We calmed him down.
Some people don't adapt to change very well.
*sigh*
The album is looking soooo nifty.
I wanna keep it.
It's lovely.
If this doesn't inspire gratitude, than absolutely nothing will.
I'm working allll day today.
SVS this morning and then 12-7 at Hally's.
Ick.
I was bored to tears last Saturday.
I arranged, I straightened, I cleaned.
It did pick up a little, but Saturdays just feel different than weekdays. They feel slow and lazy. Weekdays have a little more zip to them.
I've been asked to change the blog theme because the person said that the bird (among other things) was freaking them out.
I'm not sure if I should respond to my public so willingly, but hey, they're the only public I have.
I am so sick of hearing bout Wicked.
I wish it would go away and never come back.
Ever.
And if those moron Tony Shmony voters give the Best Musical award to that canned ham of a show rather than Piazza, their status as Real Live Morons will be cemented in my book. As Czolgosz says, they are the vilest scum in the world!!! ;)
So yeah, canned ham is nice once in a while. But ya can't live on it. And even if you could, who would want to?????
Bah.
I gotta go.
*sigh*
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt!!
Had a birhday.
And a party.
Got an A in Public Speaking.
Shocker, I know.
You are all aware of what problems I have with speech.
I tell ya, this class has been a life saver.
*cough*
I got a car.
I'll have to take a picture of her and post it.
Dad scared the pooey out of us last night.
He had a panic attack at 3 am.
He's been sick and he's got asthma.
He isn't the most physically stable person in the first place. When you get up at 3 am in the dark after taking Codeine and feel like you're going to fall, a person like him panics.
*sigh*
I woke up to a veeerryy loud noise.
That isn't normally a good sign.
I remember waking up when we had that earthquake a few years ago and the sheer NOISE was amazing. I thought Well, it's the end of the world.
So anywhoo, lots of banging and then Dad freaking out.
I got up and opened my door, saying Jesus a couple of times (in plea, not in frustration :)).
We calmed him down.
Some people don't adapt to change very well.
*sigh*
The album is looking soooo nifty.
I wanna keep it.
It's lovely.
If this doesn't inspire gratitude, than absolutely nothing will.
I'm working allll day today.
SVS this morning and then 12-7 at Hally's.
Ick.
I was bored to tears last Saturday.
I arranged, I straightened, I cleaned.
It did pick up a little, but Saturdays just feel different than weekdays. They feel slow and lazy. Weekdays have a little more zip to them.
I've been asked to change the blog theme because the person said that the bird (among other things) was freaking them out.
I'm not sure if I should respond to my public so willingly, but hey, they're the only public I have.
I am so sick of hearing bout Wicked.
I wish it would go away and never come back.
Ever.
And if those moron Tony Shmony voters give the Best Musical award to that canned ham of a show rather than Piazza, their status as Real Live Morons will be cemented in my book. As Czolgosz says, they are the vilest scum in the world!!! ;)
So yeah, canned ham is nice once in a while. But ya can't live on it. And even if you could, who would want to?????
Bah.
I gotta go.
*sigh*
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt!!
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Well...
Just stumbled across these in one of my Yahoo photo albums.
Brings back memories.
At the big 25th Anniversary Bash
I think this was at a Dennys...after BAPC one year...that's Sean's hand on the back of the seat...
After being up ALL night at a Lock-In, thus the Zombie look
More anniversary
:)
Brings back memories.
At the big 25th Anniversary Bash
I think this was at a Dennys...after BAPC one year...that's Sean's hand on the back of the seat...
After being up ALL night at a Lock-In, thus the Zombie look
More anniversary
:)
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Proof
This is why Florian's 1966 Chevy with 42,000 miles on it is completely believable.
This is why the Chevy septic tank is believable.
This is why Pontoon Boat is believable.
Those things are believable because this link is true.
And because this link sounds like something Garrison made up.
I told you he is brilliant.
Biggest Hockey Stick
This is why the Chevy septic tank is believable.
This is why Pontoon Boat is believable.
Those things are believable because this link is true.
And because this link sounds like something Garrison made up.
I told you he is brilliant.
Biggest Hockey Stick
Does everyone have a water buffalo?
Been busy.
Very busy.
Lots of work.
Debate.
All that.
Yeah.
Sooooooo.....
Work is going fine.
The debate was great. We kicked tooshie. Larry Exum would be proud.
I'm listening to VeggieTales.
A few days ago, I was thinking about I Love My Lips and got very worried because I couldn't remember half the words.
That's very bad.
Very bad indeed.
I thought of some more things to add to my Thrill list and then I forget them.
However, I thought of one again.
Garrison.
Garrison gives me the Thrill.
He's brilliant. Brilliant, I tell you!
I'm reading one of his books right now. The Chicken story - oh boy. I laughed, I cried, my body hurt from laughing.
He makes me terribly depressed and I think the world is peopled by heathens who kick puppies and take ice cream cones from children.
Then he makes me snort with laughter and think that life is one grand picnic a few pages later.
And maybe both of those are true.
Very busy.
Lots of work.
Debate.
All that.
Yeah.
Sooooooo.....
Work is going fine.
The debate was great. We kicked tooshie. Larry Exum would be proud.
I'm listening to VeggieTales.
A few days ago, I was thinking about I Love My Lips and got very worried because I couldn't remember half the words.
That's very bad.
Very bad indeed.
I thought of some more things to add to my Thrill list and then I forget them.
However, I thought of one again.
Garrison.
Garrison gives me the Thrill.
He's brilliant. Brilliant, I tell you!
I'm reading one of his books right now. The Chicken story - oh boy. I laughed, I cried, my body hurt from laughing.
He makes me terribly depressed and I think the world is peopled by heathens who kick puppies and take ice cream cones from children.
Then he makes me snort with laughter and think that life is one grand picnic a few pages later.
And maybe both of those are true.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
The Thrill
It's interesting how little things in life can give us a Thrill, like when Anne gives a place a name.
One of the things that gives me a Thrill is that line from Wives & Daughters -
"You men concern yourselves with the eternal verities: we women are content to ponder the petty things in life."
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I LOVE THAT LINE!!!!!!!!
IT JUST KILLS ME!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
So.
*cough*
Anywhoo...I like that line.
:)
Things that gives me a Thrill:
-the national anthem
-those 35 magnificent seconds of Carlos'
-the last line of Farewell, Good Angel as delivered by JB
-various parts of Jane, mostly the scene after the thwarted wedding....the violence comment *sigh*
-The Moon by Joshua Payne
-the last "Flyyyyyyy!!!" in River by Mikey
-Acts 4:12
-singing To Him Who Sits On The Throne
That's it for now.
If I think of any more, I'll let you know.
:)
One of the things that gives me a Thrill is that line from Wives & Daughters -
"You men concern yourselves with the eternal verities: we women are content to ponder the petty things in life."
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I LOVE THAT LINE!!!!!!!!
IT JUST KILLS ME!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
So.
*cough*
Anywhoo...I like that line.
:)
Things that gives me a Thrill:
-the national anthem
-those 35 magnificent seconds of Carlos'
-the last line of Farewell, Good Angel as delivered by JB
-various parts of Jane, mostly the scene after the thwarted wedding....the violence comment *sigh*
-The Moon by Joshua Payne
-the last "Flyyyyyyy!!!" in River by Mikey
-Acts 4:12
-singing To Him Who Sits On The Throne
That's it for now.
If I think of any more, I'll let you know.
:)
Saturday, April 23, 2005
I love July 4.
I love all that patriotic shmooie.
It's great.
Last year, I had my July 4 on a lovely summer evening in Indiana.
Being outdoors and watching fireworks in the summer feels like July 4.
If only the blasted man had sung the anthem.
I really need to speak with him about that.
When we opened the store this morning, I put the flag outside in its holder.
I wanted to wave it around and sing the anthem or God Bless America.
A customer came in and bought a little flag pin for a person who just got their citizenship.
I know a lot of people complain about this country, but I don't see anyone jumping the border to get out of it.
Just a thought.
I love all that patriotic shmooie.
It's great.
Last year, I had my July 4 on a lovely summer evening in Indiana.
Being outdoors and watching fireworks in the summer feels like July 4.
If only the blasted man had sung the anthem.
I really need to speak with him about that.
When we opened the store this morning, I put the flag outside in its holder.
I wanted to wave it around and sing the anthem or God Bless America.
A customer came in and bought a little flag pin for a person who just got their citizenship.
I know a lot of people complain about this country, but I don't see anyone jumping the border to get out of it.
Just a thought.
Soooo....
Hallmark is going well.
I'm enjoying it.
We've got a ton of stuff that's 50% off, so come by and see us.
:)
I met the other twin today, can't remember if that was Ricki or Randi.
Sheesh.
Working with twins. I can see this might be an issue.
Anywhoo, we were both helping customers and when they were gone, I looked at the twin (whichever one it was) and said "Okay, the one I just helped gets the Cute Customer Award of the Day!"
:)
I think I might have to keep that up. It's amusing.
This guy was cute.
So, naturally, that's why he got the "Cute" Customer Award.
Heh.
Mind boggling, isn't it?
My cat was just sitting in the hall, looking at himself in the mirror.
He was hissing.
*sigh*
I miss my friends.
I realize this after we talk on the phone or I'm with them for an hour or two and then they leave again.
Stinks.
Majorly.
Today, one of them said "I'm an unfaithful friend!!"
I said "No, you're just MARRIED."
In case something happens to my first husband, I now have a back-up husband.
I suppose when I get that bored again, I'll choose a second runner-up.
Should this occur, I will of course inform my adoring public.
It should be no surprise that my back-up, like the uhhh....first-up, is tall, dark and sings rather nicely. However, this one resides across the pond, so I'll have to take frequent trips abroad. It'll be a struggle, but I'm sure I'll survive.
*puts on brave face*
******NOTE to Derek and anyone else who is frightened by the above paragraph******
I'M JOKING
*sigh*
I'm enjoying it.
We've got a ton of stuff that's 50% off, so come by and see us.
:)
I met the other twin today, can't remember if that was Ricki or Randi.
Sheesh.
Working with twins. I can see this might be an issue.
Anywhoo, we were both helping customers and when they were gone, I looked at the twin (whichever one it was) and said "Okay, the one I just helped gets the Cute Customer Award of the Day!"
:)
I think I might have to keep that up. It's amusing.
This guy was cute.
So, naturally, that's why he got the "Cute" Customer Award.
Heh.
Mind boggling, isn't it?
My cat was just sitting in the hall, looking at himself in the mirror.
He was hissing.
*sigh*
I miss my friends.
I realize this after we talk on the phone or I'm with them for an hour or two and then they leave again.
Stinks.
Majorly.
Today, one of them said "I'm an unfaithful friend!!"
I said "No, you're just MARRIED."
In case something happens to my first husband, I now have a back-up husband.
I suppose when I get that bored again, I'll choose a second runner-up.
Should this occur, I will of course inform my adoring public.
It should be no surprise that my back-up, like the uhhh....first-up, is tall, dark and sings rather nicely. However, this one resides across the pond, so I'll have to take frequent trips abroad. It'll be a struggle, but I'm sure I'll survive.
*puts on brave face*
******NOTE to Derek and anyone else who is frightened by the above paragraph******
I'M JOKING
*sigh*
Sunday, April 17, 2005
General American English?
Your Linguistic Profile: |
70% General American English |
10% Dixie |
10% Upper Midwestern |
10% Yankee |
0% Midwestern |
From a CNN money article
According to U.S. Census Bureau statistics, people with a bachelor's degree earn more than 70 percent more on average than those with just a high school diploma.
In dollar terms, Junior will earn more than $1,000,000 in his lifetime because of his college degree than his slacker friends who decide to stay home and mooch off Mom & Dad instead.
In dollar terms, Junior will earn more than $1,000,000 in his lifetime because of his college degree than his slacker friends who decide to stay home and mooch off Mom & Dad instead.
Things
Well, here I am, folks.
Of course since I'm starting a new job tomorrow, I have caught a cold of sorts.
*sigh*
Most unfortunate.
It will be rather odd working in the same building again.
However, at least the interior is lovely.
'Nuff said.
Grandma Gooch had her surgery and seems to be doing fine.
The relatives are gone.
Me and The Steve get along well.
Put two Task Oriented Introverts together and they can find a lot to talk about.
:)
I made some mean stew the other night.
Might have that for lunch.
Sounds more appealing than hot dogs.
*turns green*
I had to have my tea without milk this morning, since we didn't have any.
Bah.
I don't recommend it.
Hey Bethy, I'll be working right next to that Pete's place...
I have a statistics class this summer then I'll be done at NVC.
Time to move on to Sonoma State.
I'm thinking about going for the MA Counseling program.
Sounds interesting.
Of course, they have to accept me first.
But why wouldn't they accept me!?
I'm brilliant!
I'm more than spectacular, to use the vernacular, I'm wizard, I'm smashing, I'm keeeeeeeeeennnn!!!!!!
Oookay.
Sorry about that.
Was having a Sherman Brothers moment there.
*cough*
Slow connections.
I really don't like slow connections, especially when they are supposed to be fast connections.
Very annoying that.
*sigh*
Of course since I'm starting a new job tomorrow, I have caught a cold of sorts.
*sigh*
Most unfortunate.
It will be rather odd working in the same building again.
However, at least the interior is lovely.
'Nuff said.
Grandma Gooch had her surgery and seems to be doing fine.
The relatives are gone.
Me and The Steve get along well.
Put two Task Oriented Introverts together and they can find a lot to talk about.
:)
I made some mean stew the other night.
Might have that for lunch.
Sounds more appealing than hot dogs.
*turns green*
I had to have my tea without milk this morning, since we didn't have any.
Bah.
I don't recommend it.
Hey Bethy, I'll be working right next to that Pete's place...
I have a statistics class this summer then I'll be done at NVC.
Time to move on to Sonoma State.
I'm thinking about going for the MA Counseling program.
Sounds interesting.
Of course, they have to accept me first.
But why wouldn't they accept me!?
I'm brilliant!
I'm more than spectacular, to use the vernacular, I'm wizard, I'm smashing, I'm keeeeeeeeeennnn!!!!!!
Oookay.
Sorry about that.
Was having a Sherman Brothers moment there.
*cough*
Slow connections.
I really don't like slow connections, especially when they are supposed to be fast connections.
Very annoying that.
*sigh*
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Whatever
You Are A Romantic |
You are more romantic than 100% of the population.  You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to. Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you. Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted. Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do! |
Hah!
Your Inner European is Russian! |
 Mysterious and exotic. You've got a great balance of danger and allure. |
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Drugs or Jesus
How terribly interesting:
Drugs Or Jesus
written by - Brett James/Aimee Mayo/Troy Verges/Chris Lindsey)
sung by - Tim McGraw
In my home town
For anyone who sticks around
You're either lost or you're found
There's not much in between
In my home town
Everything's still black and white
It's a long, long way from wrong to right
From Sunday morning to Saturday night
Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
We follow the roads that lead us
To drugs or Jesus
My whole life
I've tried to run, I've tried to hide
From the stained glass windows in my mind
Refusing to let God's light shine
Down on me
Down on me
Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
There's not much space between us
Drugs or Jesus
Everybody wants acceptance
We all just want some proof
Everyone's just looking for the truth
Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
We follow the roads that lead us
To drugs or Jesus
Drugs Or Jesus
written by - Brett James/Aimee Mayo/Troy Verges/Chris Lindsey)
sung by - Tim McGraw
In my home town
For anyone who sticks around
You're either lost or you're found
There's not much in between
In my home town
Everything's still black and white
It's a long, long way from wrong to right
From Sunday morning to Saturday night
Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
We follow the roads that lead us
To drugs or Jesus
My whole life
I've tried to run, I've tried to hide
From the stained glass windows in my mind
Refusing to let God's light shine
Down on me
Down on me
Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
There's not much space between us
Drugs or Jesus
Everybody wants acceptance
We all just want some proof
Everyone's just looking for the truth
Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
We follow the roads that lead us
To drugs or Jesus
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Hahhaaaa!!!
So, filthy rich Joop Van Den Ende's company Stage Holding is settling a deal to purchase Theatre Mogador in Paris.
The thing that cracked me up is this portion of the article -
ut Paris and musicals are seen by the industry as a mismatch. The shows which have set French box offices on fire, like Notre Dame De Paris and Romeo and Juliet, have bombed elsewhere (both of those were notorious London flops). On the other hand, Les Misérables, a decidedly successful French export, failed in Paris and only found success when Mackintosh and the Royal Shakespeare Company developed it for London.
Hahhaaaa!!!
Paris and musicals are seen by the industry as a mismatch!!
Sure they are!
What industry???
Definitely not the industry in France!
Folks, they failed elsewhere (meaning London, not necessarily other European countries) because they lack traditional staging.
And because anyone who is dumb enough to hire Don Black to write/translate lyrics for a musical...well, what can I say. Plus, and I use the term losely, the singers in the London production of R&J were amazingly dreadful.
*sigh*
Of course, this article does not mention that R&J is a big hit in other countries. For Pete's sake, the thing is playing in RUSSIA!
*sigh*
The thing that cracked me up is this portion of the article -
ut Paris and musicals are seen by the industry as a mismatch. The shows which have set French box offices on fire, like Notre Dame De Paris and Romeo and Juliet, have bombed elsewhere (both of those were notorious London flops). On the other hand, Les Misérables, a decidedly successful French export, failed in Paris and only found success when Mackintosh and the Royal Shakespeare Company developed it for London.
Hahhaaaa!!!
Paris and musicals are seen by the industry as a mismatch!!
Sure they are!
What industry???
Definitely not the industry in France!
Folks, they failed elsewhere (meaning London, not necessarily other European countries) because they lack traditional staging.
And because anyone who is dumb enough to hire Don Black to write/translate lyrics for a musical...well, what can I say. Plus, and I use the term losely, the singers in the London production of R&J were amazingly dreadful.
*sigh*
Of course, this article does not mention that R&J is a big hit in other countries. For Pete's sake, the thing is playing in RUSSIA!
*sigh*
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Moving
******ALERT******
I've just come up with a new word - a combination of "mental" and "emotional" - menotional. It is used in the following post. :)
It is so interesting to look back a few years in one's life and think "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED!!!!"
You think about things and you're shocked that they happened.
You're shocked that it happened to YOU.
You're amazed that no one and nothing stopped it from happening.
Not that it was something specific, like stealing a car or something LOL but just a situation in general.
It's funny how you can become so wrapped up in a person.
You see them everywhere you go.
You see a tree and think of them.
You hear a word or a phrase and think of them.
You hear their name and it's like a punch to the chest.
And it lasts for a long time.
You want it to end, but you can't MAKE it end.
You try and try and try.
But you can't make it happen.
So, what makes us tick?
What makes one person more appealing than another?
What is so fantastic about that person that makes you do such crazy things and become so absorbed in them?
It isn't because they scaled Mt.Everest or gave everything they had to starving children in Sudan. They are usually just Average Joe's.
What is it?
What makes a nice baked potato so great?
A potato is a fairly common thing.
You think about it the next day or the next week and you realize that it was just a potato.
Was the potato great just because you were hungry?
Is that Average Joe so great to you just because of timing?
I think because this world basically will take everything off in more than ways than one, we have forgotten how two people can forge a mental & emotional relationship when there is no physical relationship between them. Certainly the physical would have just compounded the menotional, but sometimes that menotional relationship has effects that hang around much longer than physical ones would.
You see the person years later and they still look at you the same way.
It's very strange to have a person look at you with something in their eyes that can only be compared to Hope. It's scary and humbling and flattering all at the same time.
To know that you symbolize Goodness itself to a person, a person with whom you will never share your life, a person that you may in fact never see again.
And that doesn't bother you. Years before, it crushed you. It took away the sunshine and warm summer days. It made life dark and lonely.
You can talk about them and think about them without those piercing bolts of lightning attacking your heart.
And it had to happen on its own.
I've just come up with a new word - a combination of "mental" and "emotional" - menotional. It is used in the following post. :)
It is so interesting to look back a few years in one's life and think "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED!!!!"
You think about things and you're shocked that they happened.
You're shocked that it happened to YOU.
You're amazed that no one and nothing stopped it from happening.
Not that it was something specific, like stealing a car or something LOL but just a situation in general.
It's funny how you can become so wrapped up in a person.
You see them everywhere you go.
You see a tree and think of them.
You hear a word or a phrase and think of them.
You hear their name and it's like a punch to the chest.
And it lasts for a long time.
You want it to end, but you can't MAKE it end.
You try and try and try.
But you can't make it happen.
So, what makes us tick?
What makes one person more appealing than another?
What is so fantastic about that person that makes you do such crazy things and become so absorbed in them?
It isn't because they scaled Mt.Everest or gave everything they had to starving children in Sudan. They are usually just Average Joe's.
What is it?
What makes a nice baked potato so great?
A potato is a fairly common thing.
You think about it the next day or the next week and you realize that it was just a potato.
Was the potato great just because you were hungry?
Is that Average Joe so great to you just because of timing?
I think because this world basically will take everything off in more than ways than one, we have forgotten how two people can forge a mental & emotional relationship when there is no physical relationship between them. Certainly the physical would have just compounded the menotional, but sometimes that menotional relationship has effects that hang around much longer than physical ones would.
You see the person years later and they still look at you the same way.
It's very strange to have a person look at you with something in their eyes that can only be compared to Hope. It's scary and humbling and flattering all at the same time.
To know that you symbolize Goodness itself to a person, a person with whom you will never share your life, a person that you may in fact never see again.
And that doesn't bother you. Years before, it crushed you. It took away the sunshine and warm summer days. It made life dark and lonely.
You can talk about them and think about them without those piercing bolts of lightning attacking your heart.
And it had to happen on its own.
Love
When there is love, you will not erase it. When a heart has found honest love, it holds fast and remains tender. There are no deeper roots, and flowering or not it grows. It's patient this love. It needs so little care, so little light. It does not strive but given a place, at last will show itself to generations.
Joshua Payne
Joshua Payne
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Whoa
Sorry for not posting for so long.
Let's see, what's been going on...
I went to San Francisco with the Browns and they took me to the Rainforest Cafe, which was very cool.
Easter, etc. Thought mother ruined my pretty pink sweater, but she didn't.
Did my film review last night in Speech class. For anyone who's wondering, I did the VeggieTales Jonah and made it sound terribly politically correct...colorblind casting and all that. Well, they are all VEGETABLES ya know! ;)
Laughed so hard that my face was hurting because of a conversation with Jenny.
Fell in love. *sigh* ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
Heard a HORRIBLE version of Because You Loved Me by some new chick artist.
Oh man, it's bad. I thought it was Jaci Velasquez and I was thinking WHOA! She sounds terrible! But it's not her.
People, if you are going to cover a song, punch it up a little! Don't sing it exactly like the original artist! That's BORING! Add your own touches to it!
This is a terrible expression in the first place, but oh well.....
After hearing that song, I thought Sweetie, if you're going to beat a dead horse, beat it with a NEW whip!
Gah!!!!
Paul said that he's going to sing Healing Hands if Frankie can lower it.
I gotta keep bugging him about it.
I told him that Tracy and I can be his backup and do the whole coordinated arm movement thing.
Heeheeheeeee!!!! ;)
So after hearing part of the song, I had to have a little JonathanFest.
What a beeuuutiful voice.
Certainly takes me back a few years.
Ah, the crushes of a teenage girl.
Folks, I sat through a Gaither Homecoming Concert just to see that man.
THAT is dedication.
The Divos are going to be making some appearances in the US next month.
Thanks, guys.
Make me pay an arm and a leg to import the cd and then months later, you'll release it here.
What's up with that!! Why do people keep doing that!!!
I'll tell you why! Because people are prejudiced against we poor Americans!
They think they can just dangle us around! They give the Europeans the first crack at new music! Well I gotta tell you, music would be in a sorry state if it weren't for the American market! So you better think this over long and hard! So there!
My, I seem to be using a lot of exclamation marks!
;)
Sal, if you read this...
I hope you're feeling better.
I sent Cheyenne and Doug to you a couple of days ago.
They'll help cheer you up.
Okay, I'm going.
Byeeeee!!!!
Let's see, what's been going on...
I went to San Francisco with the Browns and they took me to the Rainforest Cafe, which was very cool.
Easter, etc. Thought mother ruined my pretty pink sweater, but she didn't.
Did my film review last night in Speech class. For anyone who's wondering, I did the VeggieTales Jonah and made it sound terribly politically correct...colorblind casting and all that. Well, they are all VEGETABLES ya know! ;)
Laughed so hard that my face was hurting because of a conversation with Jenny.
Fell in love. *sigh* ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
Heard a HORRIBLE version of Because You Loved Me by some new chick artist.
Oh man, it's bad. I thought it was Jaci Velasquez and I was thinking WHOA! She sounds terrible! But it's not her.
People, if you are going to cover a song, punch it up a little! Don't sing it exactly like the original artist! That's BORING! Add your own touches to it!
This is a terrible expression in the first place, but oh well.....
After hearing that song, I thought Sweetie, if you're going to beat a dead horse, beat it with a NEW whip!
Gah!!!!
Paul said that he's going to sing Healing Hands if Frankie can lower it.
I gotta keep bugging him about it.
I told him that Tracy and I can be his backup and do the whole coordinated arm movement thing.
Heeheeheeeee!!!! ;)
So after hearing part of the song, I had to have a little JonathanFest.
What a beeuuutiful voice.
Certainly takes me back a few years.
Ah, the crushes of a teenage girl.
Folks, I sat through a Gaither Homecoming Concert just to see that man.
THAT is dedication.
The Divos are going to be making some appearances in the US next month.
Thanks, guys.
Make me pay an arm and a leg to import the cd and then months later, you'll release it here.
What's up with that!! Why do people keep doing that!!!
I'll tell you why! Because people are prejudiced against we poor Americans!
They think they can just dangle us around! They give the Europeans the first crack at new music! Well I gotta tell you, music would be in a sorry state if it weren't for the American market! So you better think this over long and hard! So there!
My, I seem to be using a lot of exclamation marks!
;)
Sal, if you read this...
I hope you're feeling better.
I sent Cheyenne and Doug to you a couple of days ago.
They'll help cheer you up.
Okay, I'm going.
Byeeeee!!!!
Friday, March 18, 2005
And just because it's been stuck in my brain....
*insert Cockney accent*
The pious path won't pay...
If you wanna get ahead!
..there's just no honest waaaaayyyyyy!!!!
:)
The pious path won't pay...
If you wanna get ahead!
..there's just no honest waaaaayyyyyy!!!!
:)
Today
Me and Bethy are going to The Dump (In&Out) for dinner tonight.
We're such party animals.
It's raining today. I guess the weather realized that it's still supposed to be winter. One week it's 85 degrees and the next week it's raining and I'm wearing a sweater that I don't think I have worn since I was in Indiana in January.
I love California.
:)
We're such party animals.
It's raining today. I guess the weather realized that it's still supposed to be winter. One week it's 85 degrees and the next week it's raining and I'm wearing a sweater that I don't think I have worn since I was in Indiana in January.
I love California.
:)
Saturday, March 12, 2005
We're Already There
This is beautiful!!!!!!!
Hugh rocks!!!
Trying to sleep alone in my bed
Thoughts of the future go 'round in my head
How will I find the love of my own
Love of the kind that I've never known
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know what to do
I take comfort knowing that right here and now
You're out in the world
Searching for me, too
You're already there, waiting for me
Wondering where in the world I could be
You go through your day dreaming your dream
Afraid that it might not come true
While I'm lying here, dreaming of you
You're far, far away or just down the street
But surely someday we are destined to meet
I know in my heart you're coming to me
Don't need to know when and where
I'll just turn and one day you'll be there
And maybe we will know at the first word, at the first glance
Or maybe we'll go slow
Start out as friends but in the end
A love to last a lifetime will grow
And that will be our story
I can't wait to live our story
So now go to sleep and I'll do the same
Knowing your heart though I don't know your name
I trust in a plan much higher than me
To bring us together in time
So till you appear, I'll picture you clear
Remove all the doubt and let go of the fear
And know that the future is fine
You're already there
Waiting for me
So in a funny way
You're already mine
by David Friedman
Hugh rocks!!!
Trying to sleep alone in my bed
Thoughts of the future go 'round in my head
How will I find the love of my own
Love of the kind that I've never known
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know what to do
I take comfort knowing that right here and now
You're out in the world
Searching for me, too
You're already there, waiting for me
Wondering where in the world I could be
You go through your day dreaming your dream
Afraid that it might not come true
While I'm lying here, dreaming of you
You're far, far away or just down the street
But surely someday we are destined to meet
I know in my heart you're coming to me
Don't need to know when and where
I'll just turn and one day you'll be there
And maybe we will know at the first word, at the first glance
Or maybe we'll go slow
Start out as friends but in the end
A love to last a lifetime will grow
And that will be our story
I can't wait to live our story
So now go to sleep and I'll do the same
Knowing your heart though I don't know your name
I trust in a plan much higher than me
To bring us together in time
So till you appear, I'll picture you clear
Remove all the doubt and let go of the fear
And know that the future is fine
You're already there
Waiting for me
So in a funny way
You're already mine
by David Friedman
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Stuff
I did my commercial for Speech!
It's quite nice. I'm rather proud of it.
:)
I am considering skipping class tonight, but that's so bad.
*sigh*
REBECCA GOT ACCEPTED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF SUSSEX!!
WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!
*dances around*
That's so cool.
My goodness, it's getting warm over here!
74 degrees!
Sheesh!
Sooooo.....what else is new...
uhmmmm.....
If I think of anything, I'll let you know!
It's quite nice. I'm rather proud of it.
:)
I am considering skipping class tonight, but that's so bad.
*sigh*
REBECCA GOT ACCEPTED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF SUSSEX!!
WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!
*dances around*
That's so cool.
My goodness, it's getting warm over here!
74 degrees!
Sheesh!
Sooooo.....what else is new...
uhmmmm.....
If I think of anything, I'll let you know!
Saturday, March 05, 2005
New
I posted this last May.
I'm posting it again.
Some things can be repaired and some things can't.
Or you can start over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To Lady Kathrine of Gooch,
Behold, mine ear hath heard thine cry, and my lips shall answer.
Verily, my liver fareth well and my heart is gladdened at the good report of thine. Tis good to know thou hast not been overtaken by the spells of fainting.
Hark! A teacher approaches! I must conceal my quill and hide my papyrus!!.......Lo, she is gone. I now take up my pen in hand to write thee tidings of great joy. I don't like anybody! Tis a great feat and hard to accomplish, but lo, I have done it. My heart is unshackled and my soul free as a dove.
(You really should try it sometime.)
Verily, my love, I must part from thy sweet presence, and come away from thine bountiful beauty, for behold on the horizon!!
A dragon! Fierce is he, and a formidable foe.
And the name of terror that hast been dubbed upon him is a name that makes strong men tremble and shake in their boots, for Lo!
His evil name is Schoolwork! And I must overcome him.
Until next time, I remain yours truly,
Reverand Knigh Errant Studley of Brownie Button
PS Your favorite football player, Reggie White, retired. He has a league record of 165 sacks to his credit, but his back hurts so he's gonna stay home and sniffle.
I'm posting it again.
Some things can be repaired and some things can't.
Or you can start over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To Lady Kathrine of Gooch,
Behold, mine ear hath heard thine cry, and my lips shall answer.
Verily, my liver fareth well and my heart is gladdened at the good report of thine. Tis good to know thou hast not been overtaken by the spells of fainting.
Hark! A teacher approaches! I must conceal my quill and hide my papyrus!!.......Lo, she is gone. I now take up my pen in hand to write thee tidings of great joy. I don't like anybody! Tis a great feat and hard to accomplish, but lo, I have done it. My heart is unshackled and my soul free as a dove.
(You really should try it sometime.)
Verily, my love, I must part from thy sweet presence, and come away from thine bountiful beauty, for behold on the horizon!!
A dragon! Fierce is he, and a formidable foe.
And the name of terror that hast been dubbed upon him is a name that makes strong men tremble and shake in their boots, for Lo!
His evil name is Schoolwork! And I must overcome him.
Until next time, I remain yours truly,
Reverand Knigh Errant Studley of Brownie Button
PS Your favorite football player, Reggie White, retired. He has a league record of 165 sacks to his credit, but his back hurts so he's gonna stay home and sniffle.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Update
For anyone who hasn't been able to catch me on AIM lately -
I've been working, sleeping, getting sick and out 'n about with various peoples.
I'm headed to Alameda this morning with Andrea to take LaQuida to see Papa, so we'll be back this afternoon.
In other news, I'm doing a commercial about musicals for my Public Speaking class.
I'm open to suggestions. :)
I've been working, sleeping, getting sick and out 'n about with various peoples.
I'm headed to Alameda this morning with Andrea to take LaQuida to see Papa, so we'll be back this afternoon.
In other news, I'm doing a commercial about musicals for my Public Speaking class.
I'm open to suggestions. :)
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
More pictures!
Here we have Prince Felipe of Spain and his new wifey, Princess Letizia.
Now THAT is a dress.
*sigh*
And here we have Andrea and some guy...he just showed up a couple of years ago and Andrea decided to marry him. Hhmm.... ;)
Now THAT is a dress.
*sigh*
And here we have Andrea and some guy...he just showed up a couple of years ago and Andrea decided to marry him. Hhmm.... ;)
Pictures!
Ah, pictures.
I love pictures.
Me and Mrs.Smith...
Me and Mrs.Whiseant
Mr.Jackson, Mr.Brown and Mr.Willis...
I love pictures.
Me and Mrs.Smith...
Me and Mrs.Whiseant
Mr.Jackson, Mr.Brown and Mr.Willis...
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Sheesh
Well, how depressing is this...
The RSC is closing in London after 10 years.
*sniff*
No more "Maaaaayyyyybe, maaayyybe not!"
No more Othelo rap.
No more backwards Hamlet.
*sigh*
I can't imagine what's going to go into the Criterion.
The interior is like an old river steamboat - pink and gold and more pink and gold.
*sigh*
The RSC is closing in London after 10 years.
*sniff*
No more "Maaaaayyyyybe, maaayyybe not!"
No more Othelo rap.
No more backwards Hamlet.
*sigh*
I can't imagine what's going to go into the Criterion.
The interior is like an old river steamboat - pink and gold and more pink and gold.
*sigh*
Nifty, heh?
Believe it or not you can read it:
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulacltyuesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnidAoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwahtoredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the fristand lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and youcan sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos notraed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh andI awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt!
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulacltyuesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnidAoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwahtoredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the fristand lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and youcan sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos notraed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh andI awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt!
Monday, February 21, 2005
ARG!!!!
You wouldn't believe how many times I listened to "Tell My Father" today.
I'm surprised at myself, in fact.
It's just so lovely, like swaying in a hammock.
It wraps around you.
*sigh*
Haven't managed to find a pic of that scene from the show.
Must be some kind of conspiracy.
You would think with all those Wildhorn fans out there, SOMEONE would have a pic!!!
Sheesh!
Geocities is being a pain and it won't let me load the file.
So you'll just have to be satisfied with the lyrics.
:)
Tell my father
That his son didn't run or surrender
That I bore his name with pride
As I tried to remember
You are judged by what you do
While passing through
As I rest in fields of green
Let him lean on your shoulder
Tell him how I spent my youth
So the truth can grow older
Tell my father
When you can
I died a man
Tell him we will meet again
Where the angels learn to fly
Tell him we will meet as men
For with honor
Did I die
Tell him how I fought the blue
Proud and true, through the fire
Tell my father
So he'll know
I love him so
Tell him how I wore the grey
Just the way
Thought he taught me
Tell my father not to cry
Then say
Good-bye
I'm surprised at myself, in fact.
It's just so lovely, like swaying in a hammock.
It wraps around you.
*sigh*
Haven't managed to find a pic of that scene from the show.
Must be some kind of conspiracy.
You would think with all those Wildhorn fans out there, SOMEONE would have a pic!!!
Sheesh!
Geocities is being a pain and it won't let me load the file.
So you'll just have to be satisfied with the lyrics.
:)
Tell my father
That his son didn't run or surrender
That I bore his name with pride
As I tried to remember
You are judged by what you do
While passing through
As I rest in fields of green
Let him lean on your shoulder
Tell him how I spent my youth
So the truth can grow older
Tell my father
When you can
I died a man
Tell him we will meet again
Where the angels learn to fly
Tell him we will meet as men
For with honor
Did I die
Tell him how I fought the blue
Proud and true, through the fire
Tell my father
So he'll know
I love him so
Tell him how I wore the grey
Just the way
Thought he taught me
Tell my father not to cry
Then say
Good-bye
Saturday, February 19, 2005
My Grandmother
My grandmother called tonight.
She's been having problems with her eyes, so the doctor has been giving her Botox injections in the area around her eyes to see if that will help her keep them open.
She says "I don't know if these shots are helping....Grandpa says they are, but he's not in my body..."
:)
She's been having problems with her eyes, so the doctor has been giving her Botox injections in the area around her eyes to see if that will help her keep them open.
She says "I don't know if these shots are helping....Grandpa says they are, but he's not in my body..."
:)
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Thoughts
There are moments when Rolando Villazon sounds scarily like Placido.
Very weird, but maybe that's why I can stand to listen to him.
He has a new cd of Gounod and Massenet arias.
Although they are nice, his "Ah, leve-toi soleil" and Pourquoi are simply not up to The Roberto Bar.
Not as if I had any doubts on that score, but hey, sometimes the obvious needs to be pointed out.
:)
However, I would definitely choose him over most of the tenors of the moment....Licitra, Cura....all those guys. Most definitely.
Too bad the guy is so trollish looking.
I've decided that I don't like Brahms.
Just wanted to let you know that.
Very weird, but maybe that's why I can stand to listen to him.
He has a new cd of Gounod and Massenet arias.
Although they are nice, his "Ah, leve-toi soleil" and Pourquoi are simply not up to The Roberto Bar.
Not as if I had any doubts on that score, but hey, sometimes the obvious needs to be pointed out.
:)
However, I would definitely choose him over most of the tenors of the moment....Licitra, Cura....all those guys. Most definitely.
Too bad the guy is so trollish looking.
I've decided that I don't like Brahms.
Just wanted to let you know that.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
SOME PEOPLE!!!
I was poking around Amazon looking at cast albums when I stumbled across...
BROADWAY IN CONCERT!!!!! (formerly known as Back From Broadway)
After the initial pleasure of discovering that the cd is finally available through Amazon, I read the one review and became highly annoyed.
Here's a quote from the review by "music fan" - "James Barbour blows away Josh Groban so for those of you who are fans...try this CD."
Josh Groban?
JOSH GROBAN???
*tries to keep herself from hurling insults at the unsuspecting Mr.Groban in defense of JB*
*takes deep breaths*
*tells herself to calm down*
*feels the words rushing to her fingertips*
JOSH GROBAN HAS THE STAGE PRESENCE OF A GNAT AND JB COULD SING HIM UP A TREE!!!!!
Hey, music fan, did you like Michael Bolton's arias album? Try out this guy...his name is Pavarotti...he blows away Michael Bolton!
Sheesh!!!!!
BROADWAY IN CONCERT!!!!! (formerly known as Back From Broadway)
After the initial pleasure of discovering that the cd is finally available through Amazon, I read the one review and became highly annoyed.
Here's a quote from the review by "music fan" - "James Barbour blows away Josh Groban so for those of you who are fans...try this CD."
Josh Groban?
JOSH GROBAN???
*tries to keep herself from hurling insults at the unsuspecting Mr.Groban in defense of JB*
*takes deep breaths*
*tells herself to calm down*
*feels the words rushing to her fingertips*
JOSH GROBAN HAS THE STAGE PRESENCE OF A GNAT AND JB COULD SING HIM UP A TREE!!!!!
Hey, music fan, did you like Michael Bolton's arias album? Try out this guy...his name is Pavarotti...he blows away Michael Bolton!
Sheesh!!!!!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Useless facts
American novelist Mark Twain was the first known author to submit a typed manuscript.
A language becomes extinct in this world every two weeks.
Author Robert May considered the names of Reginald and Rollo before he settled on "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer."
During his entire life, Vincent Van Gogh sold exactly one painting, Red Vineyard at Arles.
Leonardo Da Vinci never signed or dated his most famous painting, the Mona Lisa.
The colours yellow, red, and orange are used in fast food restaraunts because those are the colours that stimulate hunger.
A language becomes extinct in this world every two weeks.
Author Robert May considered the names of Reginald and Rollo before he settled on "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer."
During his entire life, Vincent Van Gogh sold exactly one painting, Red Vineyard at Arles.
Leonardo Da Vinci never signed or dated his most famous painting, the Mona Lisa.
The colours yellow, red, and orange are used in fast food restaraunts because those are the colours that stimulate hunger.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Water, water everywhere...
I had Taco Bell for lunch and since then, I've downed almost 5 glasses of water.
Is salt their main ingredient or something?
Sheesh.
Is salt their main ingredient or something?
Sheesh.
Cubicles
Top ten drawbacks to working in a cubicle
#10. Being told to 'Think outside the Box' when you're in a box all day long.
#9. Not being able to check e-mail attachments without turning around to see who's behind you.
#8. Fabric cubicle walls do not offer much protection from any kind of gunfire.
#7. That nagging feeling that if you press the right button, you'll get a piece of cheese!
#6. Lack of roof rafters for the noose.
#5. The walls are too close together for the hammock to work right.
#4. 23 power cords, 1 outlet.
#3. Prison cells are not only bigger, they also have beds.
#2. When tours come through, you get lots of peanuts thrown at you...
And the Number 1 Drawback to Working in a Cubicle:
#1. You can't slam the door when you quit and walk out!
#10. Being told to 'Think outside the Box' when you're in a box all day long.
#9. Not being able to check e-mail attachments without turning around to see who's behind you.
#8. Fabric cubicle walls do not offer much protection from any kind of gunfire.
#7. That nagging feeling that if you press the right button, you'll get a piece of cheese!
#6. Lack of roof rafters for the noose.
#5. The walls are too close together for the hammock to work right.
#4. 23 power cords, 1 outlet.
#3. Prison cells are not only bigger, they also have beds.
#2. When tours come through, you get lots of peanuts thrown at you...
And the Number 1 Drawback to Working in a Cubicle:
#1. You can't slam the door when you quit and walk out!
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Evening Solace by Charlotte Bronte
THE human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress.
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress.
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
La la laaaaa!!!
Andrea and Katelyn are in my voice class!
Woohoo!
Sooooo.....
Eve Ann did this thing to my neck that was so small, but so cool.
I can't even describe it.
Anyways, I sat there, moving my head around like one of those bobble head doll things.
LOL
It is cold and raining.
Fun fun.
Off to choir!
Woohoo!
Sooooo.....
Eve Ann did this thing to my neck that was so small, but so cool.
I can't even describe it.
Anyways, I sat there, moving my head around like one of those bobble head doll things.
LOL
It is cold and raining.
Fun fun.
Off to choir!
Monday, January 24, 2005
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Friday, January 21, 2005
My goodness
I had some action packed dreams last night!
In one of them, I was with some other people in the house and we were getting really freaked out because strange things were happening.
Turned out there were bad guys in the house and I actually got shot in the leg!
It was odd because when I looked down at my leg, I could see the bullet (which looked more like a beebee) in my leg and it was moving around. Very odd.
So I went to one of the guys and showed him and he took his knife and made a little slit and got the bullet out.
And I didn't scream, cry, faint or anything!
Hah!
:)
In one of them, I was with some other people in the house and we were getting really freaked out because strange things were happening.
Turned out there were bad guys in the house and I actually got shot in the leg!
It was odd because when I looked down at my leg, I could see the bullet (which looked more like a beebee) in my leg and it was moving around. Very odd.
So I went to one of the guys and showed him and he took his knife and made a little slit and got the bullet out.
And I didn't scream, cry, faint or anything!
Hah!
:)
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Sheesh
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Well, a nice lady from Financial Aid called and let me know that I qualify for the fee waiver. So now I have to back to the office, get an Authorization to Register, go back to Registration, tell them that I don't owe them 142 bucks and register for this semester.
Sheesh.
And I thought computers could talk to each other!!!
I'm taking my first voice class.
*gulp*
I am so paranoid about this.
I've seen and heard of too many people who had beautiful voices, had some training and then everything went flat.
*sigh*
Bethany and Chelleme and I went to The Dump for lunch.
I left with that Dump-y burger taste in my mouth.
:)
Andrea and I are going to Camellia's tomorrow!
Woohoo!
Girlie time!
:)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Well, a nice lady from Financial Aid called and let me know that I qualify for the fee waiver. So now I have to back to the office, get an Authorization to Register, go back to Registration, tell them that I don't owe them 142 bucks and register for this semester.
Sheesh.
And I thought computers could talk to each other!!!
I'm taking my first voice class.
*gulp*
I am so paranoid about this.
I've seen and heard of too many people who had beautiful voices, had some training and then everything went flat.
*sigh*
Bethany and Chelleme and I went to The Dump for lunch.
I left with that Dump-y burger taste in my mouth.
:)
Andrea and I are going to Camellia's tomorrow!
Woohoo!
Girlie time!
:)
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
The Joseph Megamix is taking over my liiiiiife!!!!!
I'm on my third go-'round!!!
*chair dances*
I'm on my third go-'round!!!
*chair dances*
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Dreams
I had a dream last night that I was reading a book.
In this book, there was a scene of some kind of large gathering, perhaps a house party.
Guess who showed up at this gathering?
ROWLAND ROCHESTER!!!
HAHAHAHAA!!!!
Oh dear.
That's what comes from reading Jane earlier in the day.
On Sunday night, I had a very kooky dream.
I dreamed that I was in a mansion owned by Richard Branson (the Virgin guy....as in the company...*cough*) and he was showing us around this mansion.
For some reason, Andew Lloyd Webber was also there.
This house was so cool. The rooms were beautiful and they were decorated in different styles. There was one that was Asian and Richard's bedroom was lovely.
Not sure what happened right after that, but the next thing I remember is that I left the group (while ALW was talking) and I ended up in a magnificent old fashioned flowy white nightgown thingie, complete with a flowy white dressing gown. I went down a big staircase in my flowy white ensemble. And that was it.
:)
Oh, and there was something going on between me and Branson, some sort of emotional relationship.
Ahem.
Sooooo...I guess this means that my subconscious wants an older attractive British man with oodles of money.
Is that too much to ask?????
;)
In other news, I'm listening to Bro.Booker's biography.
My goodness.
That man was born to write.
Anybody who can quote poetry like he can is born to write.
This is one that he quoted in reference to Bro. & Sis. Price -
Here, sown by the Creator's hand,
In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand;
No other clime is honored so,
No other lands their glory know.
The greatest of Earth's living forms,
Tall conquerors that laugh at storms;
Their challenge still unanswered rings,
Through fifty centuries of kings.
The nations that with them were young,
Rich empires, with their forts far-flung,
Lie buried now - their splendor gone;
But these proud monarchs still live on.
So shall they live, when ends our day,
When our crude citadels decay;
For brief the years allotted man,
But infinite perennials' span.
This is their temple, vaulted high,
And here we pause with reverent eye,
With silent tongue and awe-struck soul;
For here we sense life's proper goal;
To be like these, straight, true and fine,
To make our world, like theirs, a shrine;
Sink down, oh traveler, on your knees,
God stands before you in these trees.
Joseph B. Strauss
In this book, there was a scene of some kind of large gathering, perhaps a house party.
Guess who showed up at this gathering?
ROWLAND ROCHESTER!!!
HAHAHAHAA!!!!
Oh dear.
That's what comes from reading Jane earlier in the day.
On Sunday night, I had a very kooky dream.
I dreamed that I was in a mansion owned by Richard Branson (the Virgin guy....as in the company...*cough*) and he was showing us around this mansion.
For some reason, Andew Lloyd Webber was also there.
This house was so cool. The rooms were beautiful and they were decorated in different styles. There was one that was Asian and Richard's bedroom was lovely.
Not sure what happened right after that, but the next thing I remember is that I left the group (while ALW was talking) and I ended up in a magnificent old fashioned flowy white nightgown thingie, complete with a flowy white dressing gown. I went down a big staircase in my flowy white ensemble. And that was it.
:)
Oh, and there was something going on between me and Branson, some sort of emotional relationship.
Ahem.
Sooooo...I guess this means that my subconscious wants an older attractive British man with oodles of money.
Is that too much to ask?????
;)
In other news, I'm listening to Bro.Booker's biography.
My goodness.
That man was born to write.
Anybody who can quote poetry like he can is born to write.
This is one that he quoted in reference to Bro. & Sis. Price -
Here, sown by the Creator's hand,
In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand;
No other clime is honored so,
No other lands their glory know.
The greatest of Earth's living forms,
Tall conquerors that laugh at storms;
Their challenge still unanswered rings,
Through fifty centuries of kings.
The nations that with them were young,
Rich empires, with their forts far-flung,
Lie buried now - their splendor gone;
But these proud monarchs still live on.
So shall they live, when ends our day,
When our crude citadels decay;
For brief the years allotted man,
But infinite perennials' span.
This is their temple, vaulted high,
And here we pause with reverent eye,
With silent tongue and awe-struck soul;
For here we sense life's proper goal;
To be like these, straight, true and fine,
To make our world, like theirs, a shrine;
Sink down, oh traveler, on your knees,
God stands before you in these trees.
Joseph B. Strauss
Monday, January 17, 2005
Age
I watched Gabby and Madeline today.
Sheesh, I'm getting old.
I remember when Gabby was two and Maddy was born.
*sigh*
Sheesh, I'm getting old.
I remember when Gabby was two and Maddy was born.
*sigh*
Friday, January 14, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Big Fancy House of the Day
Hampton Court
First of all, don't listen to that moron Rick Steves.
He gave Hampton Court a ridiculously low star rating in his Europe guidebook.
Heathen.
What does he know.
My friends, Hampton Court is so fantabulously fantabulous, it is worthy of being on my blog.
It was given to Henry VIII by Wolsey, party in the hopes that would surround Wolsey with a measure of protection.
*cough*
And we know how that turned out.
One of the neatest things about Hampton is that the architecture represents a varity of styles and periods.
It's practically an art gallery within itself.
When I turned a corner and came upon this painting, I freaked out (which for me, means stunned silence) -
I've probably gone on about this before on the blog, so I won't take the time to now, but anywhoo, it's beautiful and if you want to read the paper I wrote about it, email me.
:)
Check out this site for a very nifty tour -
http://www.the-eye.com/hcintro.htm
First of all, don't listen to that moron Rick Steves.
He gave Hampton Court a ridiculously low star rating in his Europe guidebook.
Heathen.
What does he know.
My friends, Hampton Court is so fantabulously fantabulous, it is worthy of being on my blog.
It was given to Henry VIII by Wolsey, party in the hopes that would surround Wolsey with a measure of protection.
*cough*
And we know how that turned out.
One of the neatest things about Hampton is that the architecture represents a varity of styles and periods.
It's practically an art gallery within itself.
When I turned a corner and came upon this painting, I freaked out (which for me, means stunned silence) -
I've probably gone on about this before on the blog, so I won't take the time to now, but anywhoo, it's beautiful and if you want to read the paper I wrote about it, email me.
:)
Check out this site for a very nifty tour -
http://www.the-eye.com/hcintro.htm
The state of the world
Okay....I find this extremely humorous...
The media in the UK is in a frenzy because Prince Harry wore a Nazi uniform, complete with a swastika armband, to a costume party.
Now, I ask you...is that not proof of 20 year old maleness?????
If a student did that in the US, they would probably kick him out of school.
*sigh*
So guess who is defending him?
FERGIE!!!
HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!
*wipes tears from eyes*
Oh boy, I tell ya.
Those "royals."
I may not always take pride in the one person who symbolizes my country, but at least I had some choice in the matter.
The media in the UK is in a frenzy because Prince Harry wore a Nazi uniform, complete with a swastika armband, to a costume party.
Now, I ask you...is that not proof of 20 year old maleness?????
If a student did that in the US, they would probably kick him out of school.
*sigh*
So guess who is defending him?
FERGIE!!!
HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!
*wipes tears from eyes*
Oh boy, I tell ya.
Those "royals."
I may not always take pride in the one person who symbolizes my country, but at least I had some choice in the matter.
Monday, January 03, 2005
Sunday, January 02, 2005
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