What My New Years Eve 2008 Consisted Of.....

Do you have an Ace?
Go Fish!

I love my little family :)

An empty board does not an empty memory bank make.

Its hard sometimes to get used to things just to have them taken away from you. Glancing at my near empty board on my wall over there I can feel the effects of this first hand.
How to fix this?
I need to get out there. To replace those things I held dear with something better...
I need something to fill the gaping hole, pretending it doesn't exist only goes so far and what I have been filling it with lately just isn't enough.
*sigh*
Yet another thing to add to the list.

Makin' a list, checkin' it twice.... Oh wait, Christmas is over.

Things I would like to accomplish in the year 2009

1) Move to a different neighborhood
2) FINALLY finish my degree
3) Get my passport
4) Travel to Europe
5) Make more female friends (this is harder than one would imagine!)
6) Decide what I want to do with my degree and take appropriate actions to get there
7) Ski Mt Bachelor
8) Rollerblade on the Boardwalk in LA
9) Buy a Motorcycle
10) Learn how to ride a Motorcycle
11) Learn at least 75 new Kanji characters
12) Find happiness, even if that is just with myself

(in no particular order of course)

Who said New Years resolutions are only supposed to be things like quitting smoking or dedicating oneself to go to the gym for 2 weeks in January? :)

Love Postcards? Try PostCrossing!

Anyone that knows me knows I have a love of post cards. Whenever I go anywhere (outside of my own state of course) I make sure to pick up a few postcards that capture the area that I had been exploring. Whenever a friend goes on a vacation to somewhere new I always ask for them to bring me back some post cards which is most often well received because out of all the things that I could ask for, post cards have got to be the least expensive (and yes, it even beats shells from the beach because honestly, sometimes you just cannot find any good ones and who wants to spend their whole vacation scouring the beaches for a good shell?).
I was proclaiming my love of post cards on Twitter a couple of weeks ago when one of my friends told me about a little site called PostCrossing. This is a place where you can go and sign up to get postcards from around the world sent to you. The only catch is that you have to send some first! That's right, completely free (aside from the $0.90 international post card postage rate), very interesting and after finally sending out the five cards that I agreed to send out (the snow storm has kept me from going to the post office for over a week now) I can wait and see what shows up in my mail box :)

So far I have sent cards describing the Pacific Northwest to Finland, Tawain, Germany, and Estonia (if you are doing the math I actually got two different people from Finland). Anyone want a postcard? Let me know!

Is asking for love too much?

2008
Its been a(n)............ interesting year.
Full of its ups and downs, but honestly, this year has felt like there have been more downs than ups. I lost my best friend of over 4 years over a comment made about McCain losing the election. I lost another good friend of not so long of a time frame over a guy. I lost the one who called himself my best friend, one whom I was so happy to have back in my life, again over another woman.
Hmm.. so far it seems that the only bad things that have happened in my life this year have to do with relationships, but for some reason they have the capability to consume your thoughts and keep you from being thankful for the good things in life.
I have my health. I have a good job. I have a warm place to live, a nice reliable car and family and friends that love me. Maybe asking for love at this point is asking for too much?

Time to get out of the water.

I am riding the wave to the shore; the shark will have to look elsewhere for his lunch today.

My name is Rebecca and I make my own luck.

This last month has been, well, nothing less than challenging (as is overtly apparent in the subsequent postings), but I am going to say right now that my luck is changing. My luck is changing because I have decided to change it. Why should I allow myself to be helpless to deceitful feelings? Feelings that cloud my judgment and cause me to make decisions that I would not make if I was thinking with a rational mind. Why should I wait around for someone to come and save me when I can just do it myself?
Passion is very irrational. It is why in every other aspect of my life I do not put up with peoples nonsense. If there is something that is wrong, I fix it so it is right and if it is unfixable I throw it away. Not so when it comes to certain relationships which I have allowed to again consume me over the past couple of weeks, but I have finally closed the door and have thrown away the key. That was the final chapter in that book which has no reason to remain on my shelf. Luckily for me I have a fire blazing all ready for the few pieces of paper that was added to it this time......

[a change in direction]

Behind the stop sign.
Past the buildings.
Under the cliffs, but above the springs.
Before the forest.
Within the sands.
Clandestine alcoves stand proud.

So sick of rollercoasters.

Is it really too much to ask to expect a little stability every once in a while? To have something that you can count on, something that you don't have to worry about disappearing when look away for a minute?
All my life I have been looking for something like this, and I have come to find out that the only thing that I can count on in this fashion is myself.

Where is my umbrella?

So its a day for the record books..Not only has my boyfriend been pretty much ignoring me all day (unless there truly are, again, issues with telephones but.. I don't know) but a friend of mine just stood me up for drinks. The waitress in the bar somehow threw away my order and the beer that I did get was less than desirable. I am now hungry since my food was never ordered and thus never delivered but all I have in the car to eat is rainbow twizzlers which, well, are like the beer. I'm half afraid to drive home being that things typically come in 3s which means I'm due for one more thing...
There was one slightly funny incident.. I half stole the parking spot I'm in from, unbeknownst to me at the time, a group of guys who were seemingly so impressed with my move that they asked for my number. I, having a boyfriend, of course declined, and was expecting a confrontation when they pulled back beside me, but at least I got a good laugh. I needed it. Now.. About getting home..

I have a new favorite song - see how quickly it changes?

My ipod was dead so I was listening to the radio on the way to work today. As I was driving down the road intent on picking up my lunch - a caramel sundae fully equipped with whipped cream and a cherry on top - this song started playing on the radio.
I instantly related, and after googling who it was by on my phone, I downloaded it as soon as I got to work.

Beyonce - If I was a Boy
If I were a boy
Even just for a day
I’d roll outta bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted then go
Drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls
I’d kick it with who I wanted
And I’d never get confronted for it.
Cause they’d stick up for me.

[Chorus]
If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man.
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

If I were a boy
I could turn off my phone
Tell everyone it’s broken
So they’d think that I was sleepin’ alone
I’d put myself first
And make the rules as I go
Cause I know that she’d be faithful
Waitin’ for me to come home (to come home)

(Chorus)

It’s a little too late for you to come back
Say its just a mistake
Think I’d forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong

(Chorus)

But you’re just a boy
You don’t understand
Yeah you don’t understand
How it feels to love a girl someday
You wish you were a better man
You don’t listen to her
You don’t care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Cause you’ve taken her for granted
And everything you have got destroyed
But you’re just a boy

Title Track - Love Hurts, Incubus.

While it may be better to not inform people when you are hurting, if even slightly, sometimes it alleviates the pain when a person puts it out there...
Getting into the relationship I am in was a decision that I made, knowing the repercussions of said decision. Knowing that it would be difficult. Knowing that there would be many, many issues to be faced and hopefully overcome. I didn't think that I would be feeling so solemn this early in, but maybe that means that the issues can be overcome earlier.. and earlier is better than later any day......

The song which is stuck on repeat at this moment:
Love Hurts - Incubus
Tonight we drink to youth
and holding fast to truth
don't want to lose what I had as a boy
My heart still has a beat
but love is now a feat
as common as a cold day in LA
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing
Love hurts
but sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like i'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
have a heart and try me
'Cause without love I won't survive
I'm fettered and abused
Stand naked and accused
should I surface this one man submarine
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth
I'll never lose what I had as a boy
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing
Love hurts
but sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
have a heart and try me
'Cause without love I won't survive
Without love I won't survive
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
have a heart and try me
'Cause without love I won't survive
Love hurts, oh
Love hurts
Without love I won't survive
Love hurts, oh
Love hurts
Without love I won't survive

Go ahead, stick it to the French President. Twelve times in fact.

Offensive to the French President? It doesn't matter says a judge in a lawsuit brought about by said President to get these dolls pulled off the shelves of French bookstores. What you are looking at is a voodoo doll of Nicolas Sarkozy, which comes with an instruction manual and 12 pins for poking. On the doll are famous sayings of Mr. Sarkozy. The only concession the company has to make is the paying of a $2000 fine and the inclusion of a label that will inform the consumer of the offensiveness the President feels because of the doll. Its funny, because if nothing would have been said about it in the first place it probably would have just disappeared by the wayside as a political gag gone wrong, but now that there has been such a big deal made over it it has become quite the hot item. So hot in fact that even I, a lowly American, wish that I could get my hands on one (but am not willing to post a bid on the one on Ebay which is currently at $61.00 + $10 shipping). It just goes to show that a little publicity goes a long way, and that if you really want something to go away you shouldn't put a world spot light on it...

With the Moon and sextile Pluto? What?

I normally do not even read my horoscope but today for some reason, maybe to alleviate my boredom, I decided to check it out. Eerily, it was pretty dead on:

"Deep emotions will be expressed today with the Moon sextile Pluto. Memories that were buried and forgotten will resurface. Courageously, you will face the past. This combination will help you go after something you want with passion and zeal"

Now, if only it was to say what the outcome of the facing of the past would be..
But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

An essential element that cannot be missing.

Without it, it can drive even the sanest mind to warrant a stay in a mental asylum.
It can cause knots and painful sensations in an otherwise healthy gut.
It can cause someone who is deathly tired to not be able to sleep for hours.
Wondering, and waiting...
Doubting and disbelieving...
Tossing and turning...
Sour and suffering.
What am I talking about?
Trust.
Something that once gone is very difficult to regain, and even more difficult if there is no effort to regain it.
Honestly, I think that unless it does come back, and come back soon, something drastic must be done to end the perpetual suffering that not having it causes.......

Who says that Politics and Government doesn't have a sense of humor?

Its the little things that can make all the difference

I am a little beside myself at the moment.
This feeling of happiness is so foreign to me that I am almost waiting for the dream to end and for me to wake up in my bed as I was before..
But it seems to me that I am truly awake, and I am loving life.

The cause of my current jubilation came in the form of a wake up call at 5am this morning. It was so simple, but to me, its the little things that matter the most. For someone to take the time to remember to call me when they said they would; to take time out of their day just for me.. well, it means the world. The smile that came with the realization of who was calling this morning has yet to leave my face...
:D

Oh how fast everything can change.

A couple of days ago I took a leap of faith and decided to meet with someone whom I hadn't seen in months. We had been conversing via email, telephone, etc for a few weeks or so, but it is not the same as actually being face to face. People change; feelings change; sometimes even the best of things can never be the same..
So to say that I was a little apprehensive on the way down would be an understatement. I felt more nervous then I did when giving a live speech in front of 100's of people. I couldn't eat anything and for some reason I had to keep reminding myself to breathe.
I was amusing myself to say the least.
It was even worse after I finally did get there, I felt like a giddy school girl whose crush just tagged her on the playground at recess, but I didn't mind the feeling; I was happy. Something that I haven't felt in that fashion in a long time. All the fears that I had felt vanished as soon as he got out of the car to come and greet me. There was no awkwardness, it was as if we had just stepped right back into the way things were ages ago. I finally got the hug that I had been wishing for all weekend and I can truly say that it felt good to be home again in his arms.

For some reason time had rocket blasters attached it its boots that day because before I knew it it was already time to go. It was the quickest 3 hours that I have ever known, but in those hours everything that I had been hoping for was confirmed and I walked away knowing that I had made the right decision.
You never know unless you try and if you want something you most definitely have to ask.. who knows, the answer may be just exactly what you were wanting to hear.

Iranian Censorship ... amazing...

Lets play a little game of what is different between the two photographs. Study the picture above very carefully, look for anything that you may consider to be obscene, tasteless or worthy of censorship. After you feel like you know the photo take a look down at the second picture because it was what was published in an Iranian Newspaper.



(only scroll down when you are ready to laugh)









This was so ridiculous that I couldn't help but share it. Apparently, the people of Iran have never seen a woman's legs before... and the communist flag of China is just as inappropriate...
To live in a country where even a posting like this would be considered a jailable offense baffles me. Yes, I do believe in national pride, and not wanting to leave the homelands, but why subject yourself to this sort of torture? It is no way to live.


(courtesy of http://jadi.net/)

A Sunny Day Spent at Isabel in the Pearl - and a little bit about Tully's

I don't know what was inherently different about yesterday that made the day so wonderful, but lets just say that I woke up with a smile plastered on my face and kept that smile through out most of the day.
My 7am wake up call was no different than any other, aside from the fact that there was a little something on my phone which warmed my heart (hmm...), after hitting the snooze at least 3 times I finally got up because I tired of hearing the snide Republican remarks on the annoying AM radio station I have my alarm set to (when I had it set to a station that I liked I would find myself sleeping right on thru it, so only hitting the button 3 times is a much better alternative if I do say so myself).
I dropped E off at school and on the way home I decided to stop by the new Tully's that they recently put in on 78th and what I believe to be Hazel Dell Avenue (right next to the LA Fitness). I had heard many good things about this place from an ex friend up in Seattle and I wanted to see what all the hoopla was about. Because I was not dressed for public (what happens if I want to get E to school on time) I opted for the drive thru.
As drove away with my typical (of late) Grande Soy Vanilla Latte in hand I took a sip...
Backing up a few moments before this, when I was handed my drink I noticed that it felt significantly lighter than my typical drink, and there was water all over the lid. No big deal, I don't want my drink spat in so I didnt say anything. With my first sip I couldnt tell if the drink tasted so watery because of the fact that it seemed to have been held over the faucet or if the soy itself was actually watery but I was able to discern a very delicious espresso flavor which I loved. My final impression: Don't buy the soy from Tully's. I will give them one more shot with a regular, dairy variety, latte, but probably not any time soon.

After heading to the gym for a vigorous work out, which I am paying for today, I went downtown to meet up with my good friend Ivonne for our weekly lunch excursion. This week we opted for Isabel, a new, modern chic healthy food type of venue.
The food was great, very fresh, very tasty, and very recommendable. Our waiter was a little sketchy... but he left us alone for the most part so that was a plus in his direction. We arrived right during the peak of the lunch rush, but we didnt have to wait at all for our table, and we got a perfect corner seat right by the windows. It was chattery, but not loud at all, ideal for conversation. Most definitely a place I will want to try again.

Since the day was perfect for walking, almost with out a coat even, we decided to do a little window shopping before we went our separate ways. Breathing in the crisp fresh air, with the sun streaming on your face, with a slight breeze running through your hair, does wonders for the senses.. :)

Death by Politics

Politics can bring out the best and the worst in people...

...and you would think that now that the election is over Hyde would go away and this said individual would go back to being Jekyll but unfortunately this doesn't seem to be the case.
Emotions ran high during the presidential race but in no way does that justify treating anyone in the opposite party with disrespect. There is even less reason to justify acting with obscene vulgarity towards someone who is supposedly your friend.
I said that I needed an apology and apparently that was too much to ask.
After as many years of friendship that the two of us shared, I would have never guessed it would have ended like this.

Here's to yet another new beginning!
Change can be a good thing.

I finally upgraded: Blackberry Curve 8330

For those of you who know me you would know that prior to a couple of days ago I have had the same phone, the Samsung A880, since October 2005. Yes, you read that right, one cell phone; over 3 years. Who does that, right?
This phone went thru hell and back and is still functional, with the same battery it came with in 2005, to this day. Three days after I got it, on a Sunday stroll it started raining, who'd of guessed it, but the phone fell out of my pocket in my haste back to the house and was out in the torrential rain for a good 20 minutes before I found it. After a thorough dry out it was working just fine..
This phone has fell over 60 feet from the bleachers at a blazer game and when the attendant brought it back up for me not only was it still in once piece but it was on and working as if nothing had happened at all.
I have thrown it in the garbage in the pearl, dropped it too many times to have kept count..
The most recent abuse was when my dog, Charlotte, decided that she wanted to try and eat this shinny thing that I always have in my hand.
Through it all, it withstood the torture and always had a crystal clear signal and service from Alaska to the Grand Canyon to Utah to the woods of Alabama..
But with its age its prime function for me was starting to get difficult, and that was text messaging. It was getting annoying enough that it actually started to curve the amount I would text message, causing me to opt for *gasp* actually talking on the phone.
We can't have that now, can we?
Time to get a new phone!

After doing my research I decided that the phone that I wanted was none other than the Blackberry Curve 8330. Not only is it a phone, but it doubles as a mp3 (yes, you still owe me that ipod, and I still want it!), it has gps, much better access to the internet and a full qwerty keyboard that allows me to text and email to my hearts content. After playing with it for the past couple of days I have configured all my email addresses to send to this phone, facebook automatically notifies me when I have something new, I am waiting for a friend to get me the Microsoft Office product that goes with the phone which, theoretically, will be great (now I will never have an excuse for not getting homework done, right?). The phone works great, its easy for me to figure out and other than the fact that I am getting used to the keyboard the transition has been very, very easy. For me, its like comparing a car from the 80's to something from this current decade so to say that I am loving it is an understatement.

Tree Scene 114 by Hajime Namiki

A print I found today that I find to not only be beautiful but very inspirational as well.
Looking at this piece through my eyes makes me feel as I do whenever I take the time to sit and look at the stars: Small. Insignificant. But in awe of the wonder. Even the tree which would be monstrous in real life seems but an afterthought to the perils of the sky. But moreover, it makes me feel peaceful, knowing my place in this world...
Its only $425 for my own copy.. and Christmas IS coming up soon. Hmm... hehe

Quality makes that much of a difference.

My boomerang came back.
I threw it as far away from myself as possible, yet here it is again.. polished, shiny and better than ever.
Very, very grateful am I because with everything that has been going on in my life of late its nice to feel like I have my best friend back :)

They say everything happens for a reason. I'd like to have a talk with They.

They say that everything happens for a reason, but I want to know why things happen the way they do. Is there really a reason that my feelings have to be drug through the mud time and again? Is there something that I am supposed to be learning and for some reason I just never get it? Am I doomed to continue this cycle time and again until I discover the message I am supposed to be grasping out of the situations I perpetually find myself in?
If A leads to B and B leads to C and C leads to D why is it that for me A leads to B, B leads to B, and yes, you guessed it C and D both lead to B? Maybe I am out of the loop on this one, but that does not seem very progressive to me.

Is it too late to retract my vote??

You see, maybe if she WOULD have told me the incorrect price for postage I could have actually voted for the most qualified candidate...
See what happens when I attempt to do things early? Tsk!! haha

In honor of Halloween, a comic that made me laugh

If you don't vote you have no right to complain.

There has been talk in the political spectrum about what is considered patriotic and what is considered non patriotic. Supposedly, there are different parts of the country that are more "American" than others, and being that I live in a metropolis my America is not the "Real America". But even the "fake American" that I am, I decided to exercise my patriotic right last night: I mailed in my ballot and cast my vote.
I received it about a week or so ago and after loosing it twice I decided to not press my luck again so I filled it out, deciphered what to do with the special little envelopes and sealant flaps, signed it, flipped it over and wrote in my name in the return to sender box and then I saw my problem. Postage was required.
Its been ages since I sent a letter.
I pay all my bills online, and who sends real cards anymore? (maybe this is just in fake America, right?)
So after attempting to look online for the current price of a stamp, to which all I could find was the price to send a large envelope, I decided to call my mom. She still pays all her bills the old fashioned way! She informed me that the current price of a stamp was 42 cents, but this was after I told her what I needed it for, and since she is a staunch republican I hate to admit it, but I had some doubts. It was too late in the game to be fooled by the other side at this point, so back to the internet I went and this time I was able to find the price of a roll of 100 stamps.. after a little math (you see, contrary to what some believe, math IS transferable to the real world) I found the price (and I already knew from prior experience that the postal service is pretty much the only place where you do not get a discount for buying in bulk).
Now, the only stamps that I have are these flag stamps that I bought to send out bridal shower invitations for my sisters wedding over a year ago, and they did not have a price on them anywhere... fearing that it would be sent back to me due to insufficient postage I decided to put two post card stamps (I always have these on hand), at 24 cents each, on the damn thing and called it good. Its worth the extra 6 cents for the peace of mind, and let me tell you, it felt good actually contributing the the cause and letting my voice be heard :)
Now, let the countdown to the celebration party begin!
T minus four days...

Ten rules of travel, Texas style.

(something I saw when going thru my myspace blog today, I still think its funny)

Some important things I've learned/saw/witnessed/learned on the journey of the four states:

1) If you don't want to be labeled as an "outsider" or someone "different" you must dress in sweatpants, tennis shoes and a beat up t-shirt (the dirtier the better). Dressing in a knee length skirt, knee high boots and a sweater will get you constantly stared at or gawked at and will cause people to completely stop what they are doing to stare at you and on some occasions they may attempt to talk to you (once they stopped stuttering of course).

2) Do not even bother asking where postcards are sold because no one will know what you are talking about.

3) The going rate of pay at McDonalds is $5/hr.

4) Always make sure that you check the floor when checking out of a Kroger hehehehe.

5) When it comes to hotels, driving for 2 hrs in the dark and torrents of rain, calling 4 different hotel chains, bartering the price in three different hotels, going from Duncanville to Grand Prairie to Duncanville to Grand Prairie all feels like nothing when you are finally sitting in the close to perfect hotel room.

6) Catfish is icky!

7) When it comes to LA you'd much rather be in the one that is all sun, shopping and pacific beaches.

8) Just because you see a Starbucks it doesn't mean you are in civilization.

9) There are towns that make Woodland, WA look like a vacation destination.

10) Tables, Chairs and Nightstands can make a very effective barricade.

Good riddiance to bad rubbish that somehow found its way into my pocket.

They say that all good things come to an end, but in this case something is just ending. Something that I thought was good in the beginning, that I thought was real, but in all actuality was nothing more than a distraction for the both of us to get back on our feet after a very dramatic event.
In the beginning of said friendship I allowed myself to see what I wanted to see. I saw the parts of her that reminded me of myself and allowed myself to be swept up in the notion that we were kindred spirits. Birds of a feather. We even went so far as adoring the ridiculous titles of twin, sister, etc, etc. In actuality there are more differences between the two of us than there are similarities; number one being how we treat our friends.
I go out of my way for the people that I care about and I do not think it is not too much for me to ask the same in return. I do not put men in front of my friends. And most importantly, I do not lie to my friends. I believe in blunt honesty and if that is not accepted then I move on. It is who I am and I will not change who I am for anyone.
There are very definite character differences between us as well, and its hard for me to sit around and watch certain actions that go against the things I believe in. Sure, I may not go to church every Sunday but that doesn't mean that I do not have morals of my own.
These things were ignored in the beginning, because I saw what I wanted to see. It was such a relief to me to feel that there was someone out there that understood me to that degree, but I believe that I felt that way because at the time I so desperately wanted to feel understood. Its empowering knowing this now, it makes the break easy because somehow I always seem to see people how I want to see them, and not how they really are.
Accept it or walk away? Obviously she didn't even take the time to notice that I had already put my running shoes on.

Micro Uzi's in the hands of an 8yr old boy. What did you expect to happen?

I am more than appalled at the moment.
Take a second to read THIS ARTICLE. Or, if you don't have an extra second, let me sum up the key points.
An eight year old boy was taken to a gun show in Westfield, MA where he was given a fully loaded, fully automatic 9mm Micro Uzi to fire. As the little boy pulled the trigger the gun recoiled, he lost control and ended up fatally shooting himself in the head.
Now, this isn’t the case a child finding a gun that was lying around somewhere. No, this gun was "prepped" by an instructor and given to him with his father standing near by.
I have nothing against guns. On the contrary, I believe that responsible people should be allowed to have them, but a Micro Uzi? What justification can any person have that would warrant the need for a gun that can fire up to 25 rounds in less than 30 seconds? Even more baffling to me would be why anyone in their right mind would feel it was appropriate for a child of that age to handle a weapon of that magnitude. And to be honest, when I realized the instructor had loaded the gun before handing it to him I had to read the sentence again.
Does anyone wonder why people call for more stringent gun laws? Its people like this that smear the good name and judgment of the rest of us.

A turning of the proverbial stone

After weeks of wondering if I should take action, after pondering over the repercussions, after deciphering why it was I wanted to do what I was contemplating (to no avail, at least at that moment), I finally decided to test the ratty old bridge and make my way across it. If it was to break, and I was to fall, I was to fall, but making it to the other side was worth the risk to me.

Now here I am, happy to be here, but whilst I thought coming to this side would put my mind to rest the opposite actually happened. One thing though, I thought that maybe I wanted to come here because I couldn’t, or because I needed to forgive and feel forgiven but in all actuality I know now I wanted to come because I missed being here.

Lots to think about, and believe me, my mind is reeling.

Clock watchers be damned

I do not understand why people cannot mind their own business. Unless something is directly affecting you, why does a person feel it is their right to complain? It date backs to the toddler years, I guess this particular person was never taught by their mother that it is not polite to tattle. I tell you what, it doesn't gain you friends... not in the least.

Please stay tuned for more on Midnight's Dream by Salman Rushdie..

I just started reading this book today and I have to say that although I am reading this book for a class and thus did not have any say in its discovery and my subsequent reading of it, but it is actually a very interesting and enjoyable book so far!
Happy is the day when I actually look forward to what I am reading, instead of having to suffer my way through a 70 page book about the journey to the heart of Africa for over a week (Heart of Darkness is the book I am referring to in this instance).
Since more than one person showed interest in this particular book I think I will provide a review of it when I am done reading.
Oh the anticipation!

Per Keane's influence, a Wordle of my own (Updated)

For some reason the first one wasnt really representing what was really said on the blog, and was pulling everything from the one post about the coldplay song. So.. I did it again :)


Much better this time, and much more entertaining. Curious as to why I said the word "time" so much.. and also that I have said the word "men" and "obama" the same.. lol

Some of my favorite emoticons (will be updated)