Me = Lump of Clay

I am like a lump of clay being molded by the experiences and circumstances of my life. I will always be changing until I'm fired in the kiln (crematory). Things I knew to be fact a year ago were not facts but hopes and perceptions. I am a different person. Did you know me a year ago?

Did you know me....
two years ago?
when I had two kids?
when I had one?
when I had none?

Did you know me.....
three years ago?
when I worked at Garehime?
when I worked at the daycare?
when I used to babysit?

Did you know me....
when I did rubber stamps?
when I was in Amway?
when I was in band?
when I clogged?
SIDE NOTE: What a freaking geek!!!!!!

Did you know me...
in college?
in high school?
in youth group?
in elementary?

Did you know me...
when things were simple?
when I was sure of God's plan?
when I knew fact from fiction?

Did you know me a year ago? Will you still know me in a year? What will I look like then?

The Boyds moved out today. I am a changed person from the year I spent living in the same house with them.

It is a sad day. I'm going to make some cookies now.

Interesting......

From Alan Creech's blog.

May 27, 2004 >> 9:01 AM
devoured by activities
This is a somewhat disturbing quote from Thomas Merton where he talks about those of us who can't "sit still" spiritually. His context may be a bit different than many of ours but when I read these words, I think a chill went up my back at how familiar it seemed. I think what he's talking about here is rampant today - it has become epidemic. I want whatever of this that I see in myself to quietly disappear.


In practice, their lives are devoured by activities and strangled with attachments. Interior solitude is impossible for them. They fear it. They do everything they can to escape it. What is worse, they try to draw everyone else into activities as senseless and as devouring as their own. They are great promoters of useless work. They love to organize meetings and banquets and conferences and lectures. They print circulars, write letters, talk for hours on the telephone in order that they may gather a hundred people together in a large room where they will all fill the air with smoke and make a great deal of noise and roar at one another and clap their hands and stagger home at last patting one another on the back with the assurance that they have all done great things to spread the Kingdom of God.

Damn. How relevant is that to us right now? More than is comfortable to me. I suppose if he saw that then, in his context, and we're seeing it now, in our context - yeah, it's a problem. In this way, we should pay attention to ourselves



On a personal note...... I'm almost out of my funk. Sucky things are becoming reality. It sucks.

Tommy

Tommy drove 45 minutes or so to do us a favor. How is he repaid? It sucks. There should be SOME fair things in the world.

Tommy stole my blogskin, so I hired some teenagers (the people I hang out with in all my free time) to steal Wrecks. If only it were that simple.

Sorry- it sucks. Let us know how we can help.

Ah, Life

I like when people blog- keep it up people!

Darren- Fantasia should win- hands down. Jasmine sucks SO bad I'm thinking of entering next season, not. (When's the last time you heard somone say that?)

In the words of Chandler Bing:

Rock ME Hard Place


.end quote.


It's getting old. I'm tired of it. There are no winners. We're all losers no matter what happens.

Cookies

I'm making some more cookies. It's not working. Maybe I should switch to brownies.

New Skin

Doug found this skin for me and set it up. I like it.

Me Dealing With Suckiness

What do you do when things suck? I deal with food. I eat lots of chocolate. I drink lots of soda. But I'm not completely selfish. I'll feed you whatever you'd like also.

I bake cookies. I've baked 4 batches (approx 2 dozen cookies per batch) in a week and a half. Things are kind of sucky. I don't know what to do. I don't have any answers. So, I bake cookies. I think I might go make some right now. Maybe I'll find the answer in the 2 1/2 cups of flour, 2 eggs, 1/2 cup sugar, 1 cup brown sugar, 1/2 tsp baking soda,
1 tsp of vanilla (I let it splash over- my cookie secret), and 2 cups chocolate chips (I used to prefer the milk chocolate variety, but Kelly's been buying Guidelli sp? semisweet and they are my new preference). I know the recipe by heart. I wish I were as sure about the answers to my questions. Food- that will fix it for sure. What can I fix for you?

A New Motto or Whatever For Me



From: www.beentherestillthere.blogspot.com

Eat less; breath more.
Talk less; think more.
Ride less; walk more.
Clothe less; bathe more.
Worry less; work more.
Waste less; give more.
Preach less; practice more.
Unknown

Seem like words to live by to me.

I Liked This

Life gets filled with things we "have to do".


This from Tim Parsley's Blog:

ok - all you other bloggers have inspired me with your poetry. so, here's a little waxing poetic from me...

life is happening, by tim parsley

i stand in line
shoulders heavy in their sockets
eyes lazy on the glossy covers
nostrils forgetting to intake
mouth needing flavor
lady takes a long time
with coupons
could shove my cart
forward a bit
just a nudge
a hint
that life is happening
and we’re all missing it
for an extra forty-seven cents
off

Back to my own thoughts.......

Sorry to burst your bubble in my last blog Gene.

And just to clarify...... you BUY things on Ebay, you don't really WIN things. (This has been recently discussed in our house.) It's GENIUS: they trick you with words like "win", "plus shipping and handling" (often this makes the item you are purchasing at a discount not a discount), and symbols like red shooting stars (the only way to improve your standing-buy, that's right, BUY more stuff). They play on people's sense of identity, pride, and competitive spirit. Because really, you're just shopping and spending money. That's it. Shopping.
Have you heard the Weird Al song about E-bay?

Cars Suck

Yes. They do.

Jack's Future

I was looking at Jack's ears yesterday and started wondering if he would ever pierce them. Isn't that weird? After all, he's 12 weeks old. I wondered what types of things he would do to his body in his lifetime. Overeat? Smoke? Workout? Inject things? Tattoos (will it say "Mom")? Piercings? Long hair? Short hair? Blue hair?

We all kind of start out the same (6-10 pounds, milk, baby food, PE class, TV) but we all make different choices about how to treat our bodies. I wonder about my girls too. They are both on the normal to thin side. How can I teach them how to stay that way when I have failed to do that in my own life? How can I teach them effectively to treat their bodies respectfully and make others do that as well?

I love Jack's little dimpled butt, double chin, stick out ears, and bowl full of jelly belly. I hope he takes care of it all. I hope I don't screw his body up before he leaves home.