Maria Mae

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 32
City: KALAMAZOO
State: MICHIGAN
Country: US


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Monday, February 25, 2008

Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated
Current mood: accomplished

Hi everyone!

Last time you heard from me I had just quit my job.  Well, I have been a bit busy.  My last day was September 21.  I had caught a bad cold and on my last day I spent half of it on sick leave.  I spent the next week recovering from being ill, sleeping, and watching daytime TV. 

 

I took a train to Utah in October and spent two weeks with my family.  The train ride was an adventure and a half.  It took me 2 days to get to Utah and 3 days to come back to Michigan.  I think I will have to blog about the train ride… I always get to have the fun adventures! I had a wonderful time, in Utah, with the highlight being able to spend time with my nephew. 

 

When I returned from Utah I applied for a great job and was hired.  I started in November as the only employee of a local Union.  I am finding my way in the job, but it is really interesting and I am learning a lot.  Not to mention that I have a job where I am completely respected, that is new for me.

 

In December my husband and I drove to Utah (1,500 miles) then to Las Vegas (450 miles) then home again (1,900 miles).  The whole trip was around 3,800 miles and 58 hours on the road (not including stopping).  We had a great time and I got to meet Agnes, my beautiful new niece (I cried when I held her in my arms for the fist time.  She looks just like her mother did as a baby.) and Porter my newest nephew. 

 

January was a blur as I tried to figure out my job and worked on my first two accounting classes.  February was going well until my dentist pulled my wisdom teeth and left two holes in my head , broke off bone fragments in my jaw to get them out, and gave me pills for the pain.  The pills made me very sick, that night was so bad I had a fever of 103 and lots of really gross stuff involving blood, vomit, and other nasty stuff that you don't want to know about.  I am feeling much better and the good news is that I will never be addicted to pain medicine!   So that is where I am now.

 

What has been happening in your world?

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Thursday, September 06, 2007

I Quit!!!
Current mood: happy
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

Yes, I did it! I gave my notice. I am joining the ranks of the unemployed. I am not going to go into detail about my work life, lets just say this job brought me low and I don't act like the person I know I am when I am there. I am not an angry person, I am not a person who is afraid to share my ideas, I am not a person who works in solitary hoping that no one comes into my office. This job has made me a person I am not.

I love people, I love to talk to them, work with them and share my life with them. I leave this job feeling like I am ending an abusive relationship. Things weren't working out, there is fault on both sides, and I can't allow myself to be abused any longer. There is hurt and resentment on both sides but time will heal the pain.

I gave my notice and my last day will be September 21, 2007. I am ready! Here are a few things I promise to do while I am unemployed.

1. I will sleep in, above and beyond what is necessary

2. I will not get dressed for the day until after lunch (sometimes)

3. I will eat lunch when I am hungry and not when I am allowed to

4. I will enjoy Fall as I frolic through the leaves instead of watching it pass by as I sit in my desk

5. I will go play with Krista's baby at any time of the day I want to

6. I will not feel guilty about being sick, I will lay down if I don't feel well, I will not have to worry about how sick I have to be to stay home

7. I will make a fresh lunch for myself, every day.

8. I will not be to tired to make dinner.

9. I will do my homework during the day (right now I am often up until midnight trying to get school work done)

10. When people ask me what I do for a living I will proudly proclaim that I am a student.

11. I will not wear makeup or do my hair unless I am going out. Heck, I might not even shower. I will brush my teeth though.

12. When it rains I will; jump in mud-puddles, go outside and get soaked to the bone, sing, try and dodge the raindrops, sit and watch the lightning and count the seconds until I hear the thunder.

13. I will blog.

14. I will LAUGH LOUDLY at the jokes my friends send me.

15. I will buy sidewalk chalk and use it.

16. I will clean out from under the sink.

17. I will be happy to wake up.

18. I will be happy to fall asleep.

19. I will go for a walk whenever I want to.

20. I will be happy.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

I Remember Spring
Current mood: anxious
Category: Life

As the snow falls lazily to the ground giving no hint of the torrential storm that is to come. All is buried in white, sleeping, not quite dead under the frozen world, and we are here above, not quite dead, in this frozen world. I stare out my window and watch it all pass by, separate from the cold in my artificial heat.

I know the storm is coming, there is no way to prepare. Braced inside the artificial warmth, I will live. I can see beyond the storm to a time when the warmth of the sun returns, when from the ice, life giving water is released to revive the near death beneath. My toes dance inside my cold shoes, knowing that one day they will run free in green and mud again. There is sun behind the clouds, the sun has not changed to make this winter, I have. I remember spring, and it will return.

You will remember... by Pablo Neruda

You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.

You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.


Some news:

1. Things are looking better physically! I am pretty happy about that.

2. I have a job interview at 2:30 today, wish me luck!

3. I made this like a week ago and haven't had time to post it. Let me know if you have one too.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Health Update
Current mood: blah
Category: Life


Thank you to everyone who has sent me get well wishes. I love you all. I went back to the doctors on monday to give her an update on how I am doing and to discuss some of my symptoms with her. I don't really want to go into what we talked about right now, but some of my symptoms may be unrelated to my current infection. They might be from something older and uglier lurking in my body. She sent me to the lab for a blood test and chest x-rays immediately. The results should be back sometime this week. The best case scenario is that I have a bacteria that is aggressive in my body and it will take 14 days of aggressive antibiotic treatment, there is another possibly that could lead to surgery, and then there is the worst case scenario... well, lets just hope my body is bull of bacteria and that we never have to worry about the worst case.

On a lighter note, I have decided that come summer I want to buy a pair of roller-skates. There is a paved path, through the woods, next to my house (Yes, Kristi! the one we would walk on all the time) and I want to put on a tank top, some white shorts and my new roller skates, (I am looking for ones with orange wheels). I even found a tank top online that I could knit. Here it is.



Except I am going to make it in these colors

I have never looked good in pink and I like how those colors remind me of a sunflower. My knitting is growing, I am moving on from hats, scarfs, and shawls into the big world of tank tops. Anyway, I am pretty geeked about the whole thing. I have to tell you it is good to be a girl. I am glad I get to be excited about putting on my pretty roller skates with my pretty, pretty tank top. Now I just need to decide how I am going to do my hair and the whole thing will be planned.

You guys are great. I will keep you updated here. I may not be on much for a while but you are all in my heart.

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

I have been sick
Current mood: sick
Category: and tired Life

Thank you all for all the love you have sent me while I have been off of MySpace.  I have been gone for many reasons.  The biggest is because I have been sick for weeks; the other is because of my job.  I won't get into that here as it is NEVER a good idea to write about your job where your employers can read about it.  Let's just say I have been working my butt off and I feel frustrated.

 

If you know me you know I get cranky when I get sick.  Yes, I turn into a two year old.  Just after Christmas I came down with a simple head cold.  With in a week it had moved into my lungs where it stayed, took up residence and has morphed into a whole new sickness.  So I can safely say I have been cranky and a general pain in the ass for at least three weeks. 

 

At the beginning of this week I started to feel a pain in my chest.  It felt like I had been working out to hard and that maybe my muscle was just tender.  Then it began to feel like I had pulled a muscle, soon followed by the feeling that I had bruised a rib.  I am not doctor but a strained muscle is supposed to feel better as time goes on, right?  I hate going to the doctor.  If I go to the doctor you KNOW something is wrong with me because it take a pretty high level of pain or illness to get me even close to a doctor.  So what is this mysterious pain?  Well, remember the cold that had taken residence in my lungs (By the way… stupid Mucinex (sp?) and its promises of getting the mucus out!  Dirty lies!  It didn't help one bit.) the cold was a virus, the virus left me open to a bacterial infection. 


There is a party in my lungs and every on is invited!!!

The virus has long sense left but the present of bacterial infection lives on.  Untreated, the bacteria loved me and had little bacteria babies that grew up and left the safe moist lungs of their youth to explore the nearby muscles of the chest, where they could have little bacteria babies of their own.  So now I have a bunch of empty nester bacteria in my lungs and some young starter family bacteria living in the muscles next to my ribs.  Who knew an infected muscle could be so painful?  Well, now I know. 

 

So, now it is 4:00 am and I am in pain and can not sleep.  I am going to attempt to sleep once again.  I took my cough medicine that makes me tired so when I do finally get to sleep I will not be able to wake up for another 12 hours.  If you are a praying person please pray for me to get better.  I am tired of being sick and tired.

 

I will try and catch up on blogs when I come back.  If I missed any big news please post a link to your blog in the comments.  If you don't know how to post a link then just leave me the name of your blog that you want me to read and I will find it.  I am not sure when I will be back on.  I seriously think I could sleep the day away tomorrow.

 

I miss you all!!!

Currently listening :
Wanda Sykes - Sick & Tired
By Wanda Sykes
Release date: 16 January, 2007

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

It's YOU I like
Current mood: chipper
Category: Music



I have seen so many blogs with lyrics to songs. Where people talk of music and how a song lifts them up or brings them low. Today I want to share with you a song that touches my soul. When I would hear it on the TV I knew he was singing to me. Today my friends I sing it for you.

It's you I like

Music & lyrics by Fred Rogers © 2005 McFeely-Rogers Foundation

The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you,
It's you, yourself.
It's you I like.

It's you I like
It's not the things you wear.
It's not the way you do your hair,
But it's you I like.
The way you are right now,
the way down deep inside you,
Not the things that hide you
Not your toys
they're just beside you.
But it's you I like
Every part of you
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you, yourself
It's you I like.


(Instrumental)

The way you are right now,
the way down deep inside you,
Not the things that hide you
Not your toys
they're just beside you.
But it's you I like.
Every part of you
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
it's you yourself, It's you.
It's you I like.

Mr. Rogers spoke to me through the television and though we never met I knew he meant every word just for me. He told me I was special and you know what he was right. I am writing this blog today because YOU are special. It is possible that no one has told you that today. It is possible that no one has told you for a long time.

Can you tell me of a song that lifts you up? What about it speaks to you?

Currently listening :
Songs From the Neighborhood -The Music of Mr. Rogers
By Various Artists
Release date: 25 October, 2005

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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Cafe Chronicles (Felix)
Current mood: I have to pee but I am to lazy to get up.
Category: I have to pee but I am to lazy to get up. Food and Restaurants

To Maria Mae Highway 6 was the road to everywhere. Between Price, Utah and the rest of the world was a portion of the Rocky Mountains called the Wasatch Front. Price lived on the edge of the mountains and the beginning of the desert and unless you wanted to head into the desert you had to cross the mountains to get anywhere. Highway 6 was called one of the deadliest highways in America and was often impassable in the winter. She drove pondering the sharp contrast in beauty and death along Highway 6. The highest point on Hwy 6 is called Soldier Summit at an elevation of 7,477 feet. It was named Soldier Summit after a group of soldiers who died in a snow storm in July 1861. Soldier Summit is breathtaking, literally, the air is thin and the wind is a constant, knocking your breath from you. It is a place where you are assaulted by the air you take for granted every day, and stunned in breathless wonder of the beauty of nature. Further down the road Maria Mae would pass the ghost town of Thistle, Utah. She would look carefully so she could see the roofs of houses laying on the ground surrounded by cows. In April of 1983 a landslide dammed two creeks and forming an earthen dam it flooded the whole town. The scattered roofs of a few houses are all that is left. As she approached Price she saw the mines at work, piles of coal and large machines invaded the tranquil setting of the mountains. Here overlooking a mine is a plaque dedicated to the over 200 men who lost their lives in 1900 when the Winter Quarters Mine, shaft number 4, exploded. It was the largest mining disaster at its time.

Maria Mae was headed back towards Price after a trip to see her family near Salt Lake City, Utah. She was enjoying the crisp fall colors of the trees in the mountains and keeping an eye out for deer, when she saw another large plastic cup along the side of the road. She could have sworn it was full of rocks, just like the last one she had seen. She began to watch for the silly little cups filled with rocks. "There is another one!" She yelled to the air in the car. She began to get excited and strained to watch along side the road so that she would not miss the next one. There seemed to be no pattern to the plastic cups. They would be miles apart at one moment and yards apart the next. There was no constant color some were Big Gulps and some were the cheap Dixie cups you would purchase for a picnic.

Maria Mae pulled into her driveway and walked the steep steps to her apartment that was really the attic of an old house and pondered the plastic cups. What kind of person would stop so many times to fill plastic cups with rocks? She was puzzled and a bit tired from her long drive. "Sleep tonight, school and work tomorrow, then I can ponder the great mysteries of life." she thought as she slipped into bed and dozed off before her head hit the pillow.

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Maria Mae yawned as the light from the sun filled the cafe and warmed her till she felt drowsy and lazy. There were customers to serve and things to do, but Maria Mae was totally unaware of them as her body soaked in the sunshine and her mind hummed in a thoughtless daze. The jingle jangle of mismashed bells and chimes pierced her daze as a slender older gentleman in his late 60's walked in to the cafe. If she would have been 40 years older she would have been taken back by his deep blue eyes, slender build, and perfectly placed wavy silver hair. As it was, she was not. She smiled as she recognized Felix, her most regular of regulars. He would stop in at least once a day, have a cup of coffee, chat a bit, and leave 5 cents for a tip.

Felix loved to gamble. With Las Vegas only a short four hours away he would make weekly trips. The casinos had his number. Felix loved free stuff and every time he would go to Vegas his favorite casino would offer him a free buffet, he was convinced it was because of what a good gambler he was. Maria Mae was convinced it was because it kept him coming back week after week. Every once and a while the casino would put him up in his room for free. Those were the happiest days for Felix. Felix had another passion in his life. Every day he would drive up and down highway 6 and collect the cans and bottles discarded on the side of the road, if it was a really good day he would find a hubcap. His passion overtook his life and even his house was a refection of the obsession with the cans, bottles, and hubcaps he loved so much. He never recycled the items he collected instead he built large containers made from a chain link fence to hold his precious items. Over the years the containers in his yard had become so big they matched the size of his house. On the front of the chain link he carefully wired the jewels of his collection, the hubcaps.

Maria Mae greeted him with a warm smile. She poured him a cup of coffee and they chatted about his day. "Felix?" She asked, "You are always on highway 6 do you know what those cups on the side of the road are?"
"Sure I do, I put them there." He replied. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"Well, I drive my truck to a good spot in the road. Then I get out and collect cans walking up one side. When I have gone quite a ways I fill up a cup to mark where I turned back, then I cross the street collecting on the other side as I walk back to my truck. When I get to my truck I drive until I find the cup and start all over. That way I can cover the whole road in a week." He beamed with pride over his cleverness. Maria Mae
smiled to acknowledge that she too saw the brilliance of his actions, while secretly thinking, "Wow, he is one nutty fruit cake."

Currently listening :
Rewarding Misbehavior
By Hubcap Thieves
Release date: 19 October, 2001

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Wow, you want to know more?
Current mood: We are not amused
Category: We are not amused Quiz/Survey

So, you want to know more about me, eh? I have been tagged with the task of revealing 6 more things about me. You can thank Cheryl for tagging me.

RULES: each player of this game starts off with "6 weird things/habits about yourself." People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things/habits as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" and tell them to read your blog.

1. I love squirrels. In Utah squirrels are small and gray, you hardly ever see them unless you are in the mountains or in a park. When I moved to Michigan I noticed these large reddish animals EVERYWHERE. I thought "Good lord it is the size of a cat!" Honestly, you can't go outside with out seeing one of these monsters. I get a giddy little thrill every time I see one. My dog is convinced however that the squirrels are forming an army to kill us all. She is the only thing that stands in their way.



2. When I was 17 I would take the city bus into school. One day I boarded the bus to find an elderly gentleman sitting in one of the front seats. He looked and me and said "Come sit next to me, dear." While patting the seat beside him. "Um, no thanks." was my reply. He patted the seat again and said "Aw, come on."
"No, I am okay" was my reply. At which point he reaches in his mouth and pulls out his teeth. Laying them on his palm with his hand outstretched he then mummbles, "Aww, come on! I don't bite!"



3. I used to cheer for the bad guys in cartoons. I mean the bad guys are supper geniuses who have carefully thought out every little detail of a world dominating plot, that has often taken them years to prepare for. They have raised their undead army, worked on their evil science experiment, or slowly built their magical powers by collecting strange and hidden artifacts from all over the world. Our "heros" only find out about it when it is almost to late to do anything. All they have to do is get inside, and press the button that stops it all or destroy the orb of power. It is like one great big accident that they do manage to press the "Stop world destruction" button as the "bad guy" is distracted with trying to kill those "heros" who were captured along the way.



4. I love a good story and the ancient Greek and Roman myths are great stories. I love to read about the different gods, goddesses, and humans. The stories may be about gods but they are stories of humanity.

5. My patron saint is St. Perpetua. She is the patron saint of cows. I didn't chose her for that reason. Hey, cows are good... and they are yummy. Her story is beyond cool. Her life ends with her guiding the sword of the gladiator to her own neck because he was so nervous he couldn't keep it steady.



6. I had a reoccurring dream as a child and it went like this:

It is a normal day at preschool and the teacher is reading us a story. The children are gathered around listening intently. As she reads the story her words become real and we watch as the events unfold before us. There is a tiger sleeping in the jungle when a fire starts. He senses the fire and runs to the other animals of the jungle to tell them to flee. They do not listen to the tiger, the monkeys are having to much fun, the hippo is to tired, and the snake doesn't believe in fire. The fire is near and smoke fills the air, the tiger can flee and save himself or try once more to save the other animals. He pushes, prods and headbutts the animals until they agree to come with him. The fire is upon them an now it is a race. As the animals flee to safety the tiger knows the way, he leads them out of the danger risking his very life to do so.

The story ends and the teacher takes out a small cloth bag. She tells the children that inside the bag are the animals from the story and that we need to draw to see what animal we are. Many children go before me, they excitedly draw birds, snakes, and monkeys from the pouch. My turn comes and I draw the tiger. I look up to the teacher and say, "No, I don't want to be the tiger." She tells me there is no other way. I tell her again, "It is a mistake, please let me draw again." She smiles softly at me, "Ok, but you might not like what you get." she responds. I reach in a second time and pull out a white tiger, more glorious then the last. It is beautiful, but I know what it means and I am afraid. The teacher comes to her knees and whispering in my ear she point to the other children who are happily playing and says, "Lead them, for the fire is coming."

I will leave you now with a poem by William Blake

William Blake. 1757..1827

The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


It is to hard to chose who to tag so if you want to do this then go ahead.

Currently listening :
Eye of the Tiger
By Survivor
Release date: 12 March, 1991

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Thursday, December 07, 2006

Who wouldn't want to know 50 things about me.... well I wouldn't.
Current mood: Hu? What?
Category: Hu? What? Quiz/Survey

I have seen a bunch of people write the 50 things about me blogs and I thought, "how hard can that be?" Ok, so the first half is random things about my life until age 20. The second half is random things about me. I would say if you are going to skip, then skip the first half.

1. My father wanted to name me Wolfina when I was born. My mom named me Maria.
2. One of my earliest memories is of my biological father's face hovering over me. He would raise one eyebrow and then the other and I would laugh.
3. I don't have any other memories of him until I met him at my grandmother funeral when I was 25 years old.
4. My sister was born when I was 3. I love her beyond belief.
5. I was an adorable child. I am positive that it would have been very hard to tell me no. If you did manage to tell me no I would do everything in my power to change your mind. If you still told me no I would try to figure out a way to do what I wanted with out you knowing.
6. In 4th grade I ran 400 miles in the school year. My teacher kept track for me. (I was really running because Colby Bond was running too and I wanted to get his attention)
7. In elementary school I was "underweight" for my age. I totally wish I could figure out how I did that.
8. Middle School is an emotional and hormonal blur... I try to forget it even happened. Well, except the part where I won the "best actress" award in my school.
9. I also "won" the doubles team championship in tennis. (We were the only team to show up) I still got a trophy.
10. My uncle died of AIDS.
11. I struggled through elementary school and middle school, if it wasn't for my mom I would have been held back.
12. I became super smart in high school. I got good grades, was in tons of clubs, I got into the national honor society, I was popular, and I had lots of boyfriends. It was like I just woke up one day and was a new person.
13. I started the "Environmental Club" with a couple of other kids in my school. It was my idea to adopt a street to keep clean. The club still exists and I smile when ever I drive down that road and see the sign with their name on it.
14. At age 16 my boyfriend (a 19 year old Marine) asked me to marry him. I told him no and he did not handle it well. He stalked me, sent me pictures of his crotch, and sent flowers to my school.
15. Years latter the Marine called my house on his wedding day to make sure I didn't want to get back together with him.
16. One of my best friends told me he was gay. I didn't see it coming, which was beyond dumb of me. The boy could have worn a shirt that said "I am gay" while kissing a guy and I wouldn't have figured it out. His whole family knew before I did. I have terrible "gaydar" I lost touch with him after high school but found him again here on MySpace. He will always have a place in my heart.
17. I worked with children with disabilities in high school. One girl, Tanya, was a quadriplegic. I fed her at lunch and would take her to the bathroom. She was such an inspiration to me. She took all the regular classes and got good grades. I miss her.
18. My American History honors class went to Washington DC. I had a blast as the parent in charge of us wanted to do her own thing and left me and three of my friends to explore the city on our own for three days. I even met a nice homeless man who showed me his collection of dead leaves.
19. I was a school janitor. They hired some of the kids. I worked after school every day. I would lock up the science wing and clean it every night. In the winter when the sun would set early I would hear some one whistling in the halls and getting into a locker. I would run out to find no one there. This happened almost every night, so much so that the tune of the whistles would get stuck in my head.
20. I took courses to become a CNA and HHA (Certified Nurses Assistant and Home Health Aid) The summer after high school I lived in an elderly couples home. I took care of them, cleaned their house, and fed them.
21. I went to college and woke up dumb one day. I learned how to party and I didn't get very good grades.
22. I got a job as a telemarketer. I was great at the job, but I hated it. I quit and became a waitress at the Century Cafe.
23. I met my husband in college. That is a long story and I am going to blog about it one day. The problem is I was a wild child back then and I don't know if I want everyone to know the dumb stuff I was doing when I met him.
24. I quit college due to lack of funding i.e. I was dirt broke and homeless. I returned to my parents house and worked at Kimberly Clark in a diapers factory as a janitor at night. My shift was so late I would sleep during my one hour lunch break.
25. I got married at age 20 to the love of my life. We have been married for 10 years now.
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Well there are some of the interesting points from the first 20 years of my life. The next questions will be just random things about me.
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26. I can't sing, as much as I would love to I really can't. Oh, I sing! all the time! I just don't sound pretty.
27. Potatoes are Gods gift to me. You know the part in Forest Gump where Bubba goes on and on about shrimp. I could so do that with potatoes. Honestly, if you gave me a choice between a potato and ANY chocolate, pie, or candy... I would so chose the potato.
28. I love the Fall. The cool air and bright colors make me so happy.
29. As I child I KNEW a witch lived in the corner of my bedroom at night. She scared me so bad. One day I decided to make friends with her. From that point on she was the witch who lived in the corner of my bedroom who would protect me at night.
30. Blue is my favorite color because I am vain. My eyes are a stunning blue, I know it. As a child my mom would introduce me to people and the first thing they would say is "look at her big, blue eyes!" I am convinced that my eyes give me the ability to see blue better then people with out blue eyes. Well, I said I was vain.
31. My dog is named Dipsy after a big green Teletubby who lives in a world with a child's face as the sun and monster sized rabbits.
32. I get panic attacks. They come when I am closed in by people. I can be in the tinniest of spaces and be ok but if I am in a large room with lots of people, I might just curl up into a ball and start crying. I have come a long way with this in the last couple of years. There was a time when I wouldn't even go to a movie theater because I was afraid I would have an attack.
33. Up until March when I started writing blogs I didn't think I could write.
34. I can't spell. It is not as if I haven't tried. I am dyslexic and I am certain that because the words get jumbled up in my head that it makes it almost impossible to remember them correctly.
35. I also get pissed off at words. I hate vain, vein, too, to, which, witch, threw, through and words like that. I can never remember the correct one to use. I almost never type words like ya'll or is it y'all? Conjunctions confuse me and more then likely I will just type out the two words to avoid a mistake. I still can't figure out if "it's all good" or if "its all good." I mean It is all good and the situation is all good. Anyway.... words piss me off! I could write a whole long boring blog about it.
36. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. At age 30 I should have figured it out by now. The biggest problem that I have is that I want to be a lot of things, I just don't want to go to school and learn about them.
37. I became an accountant on accident. I don't have the degree but I do a really go job. I don't get along with other accountants most of the time.
38. I hate to drive. Please, please, please don't make me drive. I hit a building once. I really am not that good of a driver. If you know me and love me chances are you will be the one driving to anything we do, it is safer that way.
39. I talk to everything. Yes, everything. My computer, the book I am reading, the pen I write with, my earrings.... Don't get me wrong I don't hold conversations with them, I just let them know when I am angry or happy with them. Like when I put on my favorite perfume... "Oh, you smell so nice. I am so glad I bought you." Mostly I talk to my computer with things like, "Crap, why did you do that?" or "No, no, no.... stop!" or "Please, just do this for me."
40. If someone walked into the room right now, asked where the bathroom was, and then left the only thing I would be able to tell you about that person is if they were a man or a woman. I couldn't tell you how tall, what color hair, what they were wearing.... I am terrible at that kind of stuff. I would never make a good super spy.
41. I count my steps. I will be walking and suddenly realize that I am at 124. I don't know when I started counting only that I did. Really, I am not obsessive compulsive.... I'm not.
42. I am overly amused by the mundane. I can stare at a split end on my hair for 10 minutes with out getting bored.
43. I don't appreciate good acting but am totally annoyed by bad acting.
44. My thought process is strange... Here is an example of what goes on in my head. "Annoyed, what a funny word 'avoid the Noid' that rhymes. Was he the mascot for Dominos? Pizza, I wish people didn't like pizza so much, could we just eat something else. Is there a party this weekend? I wonder if I can scratch my butt with out anyone in the office realizing it. Aww... that feels good. La la la la la... Hey! Kermit the frog... ha ha 'frog legs' they are ugly...."
45. I miss my imaginary friend.
46. I think Data (TNG) would be a great sex toy. He is "fully functional"
47. I have no idea what "blue tooth technology is" It sounds like muppet run computers to me.
48. Wow this is a long blog. I bet Cassie will read it all, maybe not on the first go... I bet she will comment and then finish reading.
49. The Mahna Mahna song is possibly the best song ever performed. Caution when listening this song will get trapped inside your head for days. Click here for song
50. When people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up I would tell them "independently wealthy" They would laugh, but I was serious. I sill want to be independently wealthy.

Currently playing :
Okami
Release date: 19 September, 2006

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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Christmas gift (Chris please read- note for you)
Current mood: Resplendent
Category: Resplendent Life

(Note to Chris: I can not respond to your message as I am not listed as a friend. I can not add you as a friend because I don't have your email address. PLEASE send me a friend request so I can talk to you)

The best Christmas memory for me is not a childhood memory, it is not about the days of waking up early and sneaking out to the Christmas tree to see what Santa had brought before the rest of the family had awaken, it is not about the giant teddy bear my sister bought me that I loved until he fell apart. My christmas story is not full of family, decorations, or food. My Christmas story is about the bear naked beauty of the day.

I felt like a child again. Waking up in my mothers house on Christmas morning. The big difference was my husband laying unnaturally close as the twin bed of my childhood was not meant for two adults to sleep on and my mother was the only other person in the house. It was so cold and dark outside all I wanted to do was stay cuddled in his arms and sleep the morning away. Often as I lay in bed pondering the duties of the day I think of the poem by Robert Frost that ends;

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."


I am reminded of my morality and the journeys of life I have yet to take. As strange as it may seem this motivates me to rise and take on the day, for life is not lived in the lingering moments before dawn and journeys are not taken while lying motionless in bed.

On this day, my Christmas wish was to celebrate Christmas in one of the most beautiful and holy places on earth. The Abby of the Holy Trinity in Huntsville, Utah. It is only about a thirty minute drive from my mothers house. Mass was to start before dawn so we traveled through the mountains in darkness. The storm that had washed the world in whiteness late into the night had all but disappeared and the stars began to recede into the heavens as the midnight blue of the sky before dawn robbed them of their light. The mountains parted and the valley, with its quiet frozen lake, was visible in the darkness. As we drove up the road to the Abbey the slumbering rows of trees planted on each side of the road whizzed passed the car, unnoticed by its occupants. The simple white adobe structure of the Abby blended with the snow around it and stood out in it simplicity.



We entered the chapel three among the twenty or so visitors there that morning. Most of the Trappist Monks had already taken their seats. Everything was simple, from their black and white robes to the stark white walls. The only thing with color was a magnificent stained glass window at the rear of the church of the Virgin Mary holding the christ child and stepping on the head of a snake, but even this lay dull and colorless with out the sun to bring it to life. There was no band, no choir, no musical instruments of any kind to ring in the beginning of Christmas here. There was silence and then in unison the thirty elderly monks began to chant. To raise their voices in praise together, just like they did every day. As the chant filled the small chapel the sun rose behind the stain glass window and filled the chapel with light, warmth, and color. It was then that I noticed the small wooden nativity placed before the alter. The Christ child in the center with Mary and Joseph looking loving down on him. This was Christmas with out the pomp and circumstance, with out the presents, with out the loud proclamations, and decorations. This was the Christ's Mass in all it's simplistic glory. I was humbled, not by the grandiose but by the simple.



Mass had ended and in silence we exited the chapel. The doors opened and we were blinded by the brilliance of the sun reflecting off the crisp white new snow. I looked up and around me, down to the rows of trees we had passed in the darkness and realized for the first time why we put lights on Christmas trees. The sun hit the frost and turned the world into a dizzying array of rainbow sparkles. I felt like I was inside a giant snowglobe filled with glitter, that someone had just given a good shaking to. It was surreal, it was the most beautiful landscape I had ever seen. The mountains rose white and powerful in the distance. Before me was a field where the monks had grown their wheat over the summer. Now, beyond the frost covered fence was a giant Moose. I thought of how cold he must be as I noticed the dazzling frost clinging to his antlers. This was my Christmas gift, the best gift I have ever been given. To see a beauty no photo could portray, to see the real beauty of nature, to be a part of that beauty. There is no art formed of human hands that could give me such complete and utter peace as I felt in that moment.

Tell me of your moment, not just your best Christmas moment but any moment of unimaginable beauty. Was it the ocean, a starry night, a sunset? Have you ever had the world around you leave you breathless in its beauty?

Currently playing :
Okami
Release date: 19 September, 2006

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Friday, November 17, 2006

Just Breathe
Current mood: Breathless
Category: Breathless Religion and Philosophy

Just Breathe



Just breathe. Constantly in my yoga class my teacher reminds us all to breathe. "Breathe, and feel the air enter your lungs." It seems to be one of the hardest things for me to do is just breathe. I once was told that people who were abused as children learn to take in the shallow breaths of a person who is hiding. We learn to be quite and unnoticed. As we become adults and move free from the pain of our childhoods we cling to who we were and our breath remains shallow.

Today I am reminded to breathe once again. The world around me is painful and the future is unknown. I am afraid that the actions of others around me will leave me wounded once again. I must force the air in deep to feel it in my lungs. I can not hide and the shallow breaths of the abused will do me no good. I must move forward, come out of hiding and breathe deeply for the world to see.

I am no longer a fearful child. I am a woman, proud and strong. The fear of the future, the fear of others will not leave me cowering in the corner. I stand, I breathe, I am so that others can breathe too. I am here so that the next child can stand tall so she can feel the air in her lungs and breathe with out fear.

Have you felt the air in your lungs today? Take a moment and breathe in until you can not take anymore air into your lungs, hold it and feel your body. Feel how your ribcage expands and lifts your heart to the sky, feel the strain in your throat as you struggle to keep the air in, and notice the urge to exhale and continue life's simple rhythm of the breath. Release the air and feel the wind generated from the core of you rush up your throat and escape into the world around you.

To breathe is the easiest thing in the world. To breathe deeply takes your will, thought, and time. Take time today to breathe in the world around you. Do not hide from the world, only taking shallow breaths of your life. Stand still and take your life into you deeply, do it as an act of the will. Breathe Deeply.

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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The first time I fell in love
Current mood: happy
Category: Life

The first time I fell in love.

"Why do cows wear bells?" I asked a smile beaming from my face. "Why?" came grandma's reply. "Incase their horns don't work!" My joke would send me into a fit of giggles. It was my favorite joke and everyone who knew me would ask me to tell it to them. At three years old I had the world figured out. Life was the pursuit of giggles. I knew that all everyone truly wanted was to laugh, and I loved to make them laugh.

Grandma had pulled my bleach blond hair into two pigtails at the side of my head. She was happy, everyone was happy today. The energy around me was magic. I had spent the night with my Grandma and Grandpa, (my aunt and uncle still lived at home so I was with them too) We all were excited and anxious to see the new day and head over to the hospital. I loved the hospital. In my short life I had been to the hospital far to often. I had been sick for a while. To me the hospital was full of doctors and nurses who wanted to give me candy and tell me how cute I was. If there was one thing I knew for sure it was that I was adorable, everyone told me so. The hospital had nice old people in it too. I loved to visit the patients and make them laugh, or just hold their hands. (hey, ask my mom she will say it is true)

My aunt was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had long brown hair and looked like a princess to me. She loved me and in her eyes I could do no wrong. It was her who took me to the hospital. It didn't matter to me that the walk in the hospital was long, and that we got lost trying to find our way. I was with my aunt and everything we did together was a wonderful adventure. She bent down and looked at me, "We are here" she whispered in my ear. In front of me was a chair that sat in front of a huge window. I climbed up on the chair to look at the giant window. It was large and had diagonal lines in it that joined to make a series of diamonds. I peered through the diamonds until the lines disappears from my vision and before me I saw a tiny baby with curly red hair peeking out from her pink hat. I knew she was mine. I was now an Older Sister. The first and most important job I had. She was my baby sister and I loved her more then anything I had ever known. I pressed my small hands up to the window and drew my face in as close as I could to the glass, I had to get closer to her somehow.

I could hear my mother behind me, I turned to look and she was in her bright blue night gown. I was stunned. Didn't mom know we were not at home? Why was she dressed for sleep? "Moma" I said. "Did you see my sister?"
"Yes, I saw your sister" she replied. "Can we take here home now?" I asked. "No" Moma said, "I don't feel good, I have to stay in the hospital for a little while."
"Well, can Dad and I take her home? I promise to take care of her." At that Moma laughed, I loved to make her laugh, and said, "Sweetie, the baby can't come home until Moma comes home." I would not give up so easy and Moma and I had a talk about why the baby could not come home. When, I was sure there was no way I was going to get to take her home. I climbed back up on the chair and looked at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen again. She was my little sister, my very own, and I would love her with all the strength my 3 year old heart would allow. To this day I have never seen anything so beautiful as I did that day. She was my first love and always will be my baby sister.

Do you remember the first time you saw your brother/sister? How old were you? What happened?

Do you have any happy stories about your sibling/s? Do tell!

Currently reading :
I'm a Big Sister
By Joanna Cole
Release date: 25 April, 1997

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Friday, November 10, 2006

Emo Day
Current mood: quixotic
Category: What does quixotic mean? Fashion, Style, Shopping

Rising to the surface, hot and wet, the tears form in my eyes. Clinging to my eyelids they form pools blurring the world around me. I tilt my head back trying to will them away before they splash down my face to reveal to the world my inner pain. The tears know something I do not. I do not know why they are here only that my whole body seeks this release. The tears seem to come from the hollow in my chest, they rise from deep with in me, hurting my head and robing me of control of my sinuses as my nose protests the tears and joins in its own sorrowful dripping. My shoulders rise and fall as sobs begin to form and the weight of my head seems too much. My hands, in sympathy, rise to my face palms touching my cheeks and fingertips pressed against my forehead covering the wetness of my eyes they take on the weight my head can no longer hold.

Something is wrong, a sudden depression hangs on me thick and smothering. The pressures of the world like water all around, I can not breath. The light of the day is hidden behind gray clouds and the cold wind sweeps away my warmth.

I am alone. I long to be held, to curl into a loved ones arms and be comforted like a small child. Alas, I am to old and to proud to do so.

I want to sleep.

Currently watching :
Angelina Ballerina - Rose Fairy Princess
Release date: 21 May, 2002

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Thursday, November 09, 2006

And now for something completely different.** UPDATED Again!**
Current mood: Purple
Category: Purple Quiz/Survey

And now for something completely different.

I am headed out to class right now but I wanted to post this so that I can get to it when I get back. Yesterday My World of 13 and Cap'n Squish (links will be added later) did a blog like this. It looks like fun. So, now it is your turn. The rules are easy. Just leave me your name.

Leave your name and then...

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie/book reminds me of you.
3. I'll give you the best advice that pops into my.. head.
4. I'll post a picture that reminds me of you.
5. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
6. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.

Go on!!!! Do it!!!! Just leave your name.

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Sunday, November 05, 2006

Humility
Current mood: Humble?
Category: Humble? Religion and Philosophy

The Seven Contrary Virtues:
humility, kindness, abstinence, chastity, patience, liberality, diligence

The Contrary Virtues were derived from the Psychomachia ("Battle for the Soul"), an epic poem written by Prudentius (c. 410). Practicing these virtues is alledged to protect one against temptation toward the Seven Deadly Sins: humility against pride, kindness against envy, abstinence against gluttony, chastity against lust, patience against anger, liberality against greed, and diligence against sloth.


Humility


How hard it is to be low. To respect and honor another for what truly makes them great. How hard it is to accept what life has given us, to submit your will to the divine.

The truth is, I am no better then you.

The truth is, I am less then you.

The truth is, my pride is my greatest sin.

I am smart, I can get things done with ease and grace. I am one of the best employees my bosses have ever had. My blue eyes are stunning and my breast are full and luscious. I have a wonderful husband because I deserve one. I deserve a good job. I deserve good friends who love me. I deserve getting in line in front of you. I deserve all the love people give me. I deserve good health. I don't need to go to church because God is in me. I deserve children.... God? Did you hear me? I deserve children.
Hello?.....

I feel crushed when I don't get what I "deserve."
"How could God do this to me? Doesn't he know who I am? Doesn't he know all the good things I have done? Why won't he listen to me anymore?"

Why does that person get a child and I don't? They don't deserve it like I do.

To submit, to lay myself low and accept who I really am and to accept where I am in life, that is my challenge.

The truth is, I deserve nothing.

Everything in this world is a gift. The gifts that I am given are not more precious then the gifts you have received. As Thanksgiving approaches I want to take stalk of my life. Look at the gifts I have and truly be grateful for them, for I do not know when they will be taken away or if I will be around to enjoy them. It is truly freeing to find myself so low, to find humility. When I am low, I am surrounded by all that I have. I am meshed with the world and all that is. When I am high there is only the cold emptiness of the sky where all that I lack stairs at me just out of reach and all that I have goes unnoticed below my feet.

I am not saying I am humble. I am saying I need to be. I need to learn that sometimes the most beautiful person in the world is the one who lifts others up on her shoulders.

What is your take on HUMILITY? What do you think it takes to be humble? I would really like to know.

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