This site will not be here much longer. I have moved to a different host and curently have a huge headache with moving 3 years worth of posts. (moving meaning I have to copy and paste EACH post that was ever published here)
I am moving for a couple of reasons. The new blog host that I have chosen has a lot more options and privacy features (including password protected posts) and then there is the obvious reason of wanting to prevent certain readers from reading. I will email the new address to friends and family. If I don't know you and you still want to spy on me you can email me and ask for the new address. That's all.
Oh...and guess who is a student at a top ten University? My major - Fine Arts. (not offical yet, but I spoke with financial aid today and they gave me a little bit of money - bless them)
This is my goodbye to blogger. I don't know when I will get things copied but once I do. This page will be blank. Thank you for your comments,thoughts,concerns,etc. See you next time.
Friday, October 7
Monday, October 3
Friday Cat Blogging
It has become a new found tradition amoung the world of Bloggers - Friday Cat Blogging. I didn't have time on Friday to do this. So I will do my FCB on Monday.
We have a new cat - Grace. She is a B*@*$ and I love her so much. She brings excitement to our humble abode. She is an anti-social, very petite, and quirky in that eccentric cat way.
(picture to come)
Meet Angelo. Angelo is quite boring. A lover. The most interesting thing he does is pictured below. He does not play or attempt to do anyting odd and/or cute. He used to bring half dead animals home and he doesn't even do that anymore.
Grace is Angelo's mother. I thought they would remember each other. As of this morning Grace wants to claw Angelo's eyes out.
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Photos added on my Flickr account. Go see.
We have a new cat - Grace. She is a B*@*$ and I love her so much. She brings excitement to our humble abode. She is an anti-social, very petite, and quirky in that eccentric cat way.
(picture to come)
Meet Angelo. Angelo is quite boring. A lover. The most interesting thing he does is pictured below. He does not play or attempt to do anyting odd and/or cute. He used to bring half dead animals home and he doesn't even do that anymore.
Grace is Angelo's mother. I thought they would remember each other. As of this morning Grace wants to claw Angelo's eyes out.
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Photos added on my Flickr account. Go see.
Thursday, September 29
Waiting on me this time.
Waiting on me this time.
It’s odd how a random chick flick has given me a startling insight. Crying…as I always do during these movies I had a powerful realization. I’ve always been waiting on someone else to make my life fulfilled. A lover, a strong shoulder, a voice of logic and reason amidst the chaos of emotion that takes me over. I gasped, and cried….a dramatic scene in the movie to parallel a dramatic scene in a cluttered 2 bedroom apartment. A young girl and a young woman – much the same. I have pain like that of someone who has watched someone close to them slowly die. I have the pain of witnessing my own death and isolation from the world. Take and Take and Take. I have taken so much giving becomes uncomfortable. Forgive me for the lack of better words but what the fuck have I been doing? Wasting away….wasting time….wasting life. I have been tortured with ghosts that have only disappointed and lead to confusion. I have because I have allowed self pity to take over and mourning of the loss of my ambition, sense of self, and spirit. Quirky emotional defenses and attitude must not be mistaken for a one’s SOUL.
I look across the room and into my son’s bedroom where he hangs upside down from his bed eating crackers and watching Power Rangers. Emotion and tears violently shake me awake. Was that just happiness mixed in with the stream of salty agony? My God…..it is! The soul of a boy who knows nothing except of what things really are. I was given a child when I was a child myself.….a forced transition to the grown up world of responsibility at the age of 19. He was exactly what I never wanted and now he is exactly what I need and depend on. No judgments and assumptions to speak of. INNOCENCE. Right now, he is using my bra as a weapon against unsuspecting furniture. He is lost in a world of imagination and adventure. I think, I will join him in his noble fight and we shall have chocolate cake in our victory celebration and then….I will rain kisses and hugs and put him in his bed…then he will crawl into my bed sometime between then and dawn. I will wake up to the sound of an annoying alarm - another tedious day. Here is where my son saves me and here is why another day becomes a day of wonder and excitement. A few soft spoken words: “Good morning mommy.” Those words I hear every morning and all too frequently I never let them sink in. I get wrapped up in my own selfish world to here the plain and simply voice of reason and logic that my child unknowingly gives. Yes baby, it is a good morning. My son is brilliant. Amen.
It’s odd how a random chick flick has given me a startling insight. Crying…as I always do during these movies I had a powerful realization. I’ve always been waiting on someone else to make my life fulfilled. A lover, a strong shoulder, a voice of logic and reason amidst the chaos of emotion that takes me over. I gasped, and cried….a dramatic scene in the movie to parallel a dramatic scene in a cluttered 2 bedroom apartment. A young girl and a young woman – much the same. I have pain like that of someone who has watched someone close to them slowly die. I have the pain of witnessing my own death and isolation from the world. Take and Take and Take. I have taken so much giving becomes uncomfortable. Forgive me for the lack of better words but what the fuck have I been doing? Wasting away….wasting time….wasting life. I have been tortured with ghosts that have only disappointed and lead to confusion. I have because I have allowed self pity to take over and mourning of the loss of my ambition, sense of self, and spirit. Quirky emotional defenses and attitude must not be mistaken for a one’s SOUL.
I look across the room and into my son’s bedroom where he hangs upside down from his bed eating crackers and watching Power Rangers. Emotion and tears violently shake me awake. Was that just happiness mixed in with the stream of salty agony? My God…..it is! The soul of a boy who knows nothing except of what things really are. I was given a child when I was a child myself.….a forced transition to the grown up world of responsibility at the age of 19. He was exactly what I never wanted and now he is exactly what I need and depend on. No judgments and assumptions to speak of. INNOCENCE. Right now, he is using my bra as a weapon against unsuspecting furniture. He is lost in a world of imagination and adventure. I think, I will join him in his noble fight and we shall have chocolate cake in our victory celebration and then….I will rain kisses and hugs and put him in his bed…then he will crawl into my bed sometime between then and dawn. I will wake up to the sound of an annoying alarm - another tedious day. Here is where my son saves me and here is why another day becomes a day of wonder and excitement. A few soft spoken words: “Good morning mommy.” Those words I hear every morning and all too frequently I never let them sink in. I get wrapped up in my own selfish world to here the plain and simply voice of reason and logic that my child unknowingly gives. Yes baby, it is a good morning. My son is brilliant. Amen.
Wednesday, September 28
A view
Instead of fowarding this ,I thought I would just post it....I whole heartedly agree.
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In light of the many perversions and jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11th).
Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.
And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"
In light of recent events...Terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said - OK.
Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending me ssages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they WILL think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.
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In light of the many perversions and jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11th).
Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.
And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"
In light of recent events...Terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said - OK.
Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending me ssages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they WILL think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.