August 2008

There was this really sweet little story that Mr. Poindexter (Sunday School teacher) told us today. He said there was a mother who asked her little girl to go to the grocery store for her. So the girl left, expecting to be home in only a few minutes – it was just down the road, and all the mom needed was some milk. The mother then was understandably worried when the girl came home an hour later. “Where have you been!? I told you to just go to the store!”
The little girl replied “Well, on the way there I saw one of my friends crying because her doll had been broken!”
“Oh, so you stopped to help her fix the doll?”
“No, I stopped to help her cry!”

It’s amazing how often that our friends don’t want us to fix their problems, they just want someone to help them cry for awhile :]



You know those days where you’re feeling amazing, and then all of a sudden your self-esteem just takes a massive nose-dive?

I’ve just had one of those days.

Like the times when you’re hanging out with some friends, and everything is lovesely (yes..lovesely…) and then you get home and look in the mirror and realize you look quite terrible. Or you think back to something you said…or did…or laughed at…anything. And you feel like you’ve been rubbed in dog poo. Or something like that…

I’m not very articulate today…

But I’ve been feeling like that a lot lately…

Not the best feeling.

I mean, I know that God loves me, that he created me exactly how he liked…but some days that just doesn’t seem to be enough to get me thinking past what I look like…or what my personality is…or just how I ACT!

Keep me focused on what YOU think of me, Lord…


Don’t get me wrong, I adore my family. But there are a few things about *us/them* that may be slightly…uh…odd.

For example. Last night we went over to my newly-married sister’s house. Over the course of the evening, we talked about the following:

Pearland TX (…and instructed my little sister in how everything was, in fact, made of pears there). This dilapidated into conversations about Chocholateland (which turned to Fondueland in the summer) and Candyland.

-Cadaver’s. And the Bodies in Motion exhibit at City Union Station…how they’re really dead people posed in different positions. Kristin (the newlywed) remarked “What if you knew someone there? You’d be walking by and go – ‘Hey that’s Grandpa!!! He’s watching TV?!’ How weird would that be!?”

-The flies (named Brownie and Phillip). And how my brother-in-law, Steven, expected to see something delicious whenever Kaylin (little sister) called out Fly #1’s name, and was thus severely disappointed every five minutes.

-Kristin’s hysterics upon saying “Let’s all just think about this for a minute”. (I have NEVER seen her laugh so hard…I’m still not exactly sure why she did!!)

And lastly, (my own personal rant!) the following conversation happened during a lively game of Catch Phrase;

-I look at the electronic screen and see the words I’m trying to get my teammates to say. So I begin with “When you get scurvy, what do you take?”
Kristin: Lime! Citrus! Lemon!
Me: NO, no, like medicine!
Kristin: Citrus extract! (or something to that effect)
Me: No, no, two words
Kristin: Uhhh..
Me: Okay, like a pill
Kristin: Uh…
Me: Mineral!
Kristin: Vitamin!
Me: A, B…
Kristin: Citrus vitamin!
Me: NO! First word, mineral, then A…B…
Kristin: VITAMIN C!!!

The funniest thing though was this morning, I found that both of my parents are drinking a Weight-Gain-Shake each day. I’m looking forward to being skinny all my life, and having pretty much whatever eating habits I like! :P

I love my family…haha…


I sat down to write this post, and set my bottle of OJ down next to me.

Mmm, no…not with my track record.

I then proceeded to put it about two feet away from me. Let’s just say I’m not a big risk taker when it comes to electronics today.

At the hospital I volunteer at, I was supposed to print out some labels. Simple job! Should’ve taken only a few minutes at the most. But no, twenty minutes later I was standing hunched over the belligerently jammed printer, yanking out the paper out for the third time.

Later, the door wouldn’t open when I pushed the button.

And as I said, I just took my computer in to be fixed.

I broke my old mp3 player.

I’ve misplaced my digital voice recorder.

Somethings wrong with me!!!!



So I got a Visa today. I was pretty excited, considering it’s pretty much the rite of passage into the adult world. Of course, the fact that it doesn’t withdrawal from my account, but from my parents, is a bit of an inconsistency with my adult status. But hey. It’s a start! hah!

But the problem I faced when I got it in the mail today was signing it. Why should that be a problem, you ask? It’s because I loathe cursive. Like epicly loathe it. I seriously have not used it since the third grade. I am terrible at it, and I don’t particularly like the look or feel of it. I am strictly a *printing* girl. Sure, I make my printing fancy and all…but I absolutely hate my signature. So, I spent literally half an hour trying to remember how to sign my name, and subsequently changing it to something a nearly like. I feel impotent.

So my conclusion? WE MUST DECLARE WAR ON CURSIVE!! Who says we have to sign our names in it? I WANT FREEDOM OF HANDWRITING! FREE THE PRINTING! It’s ridiculous that we are all forced to sign our names the same way!!!!!

Then again…I’m not even sure if it’s a law, hah. But it’s certainly not socially acceptable to sign your name with NORMAL (*cough cough*) letters.


I actually had a pretty disastrous day. Not at all good. But I do recommend this book – Authentic Beauty by Leslie Ludy. It’s bodacious. :]


I’ve been reading a book of quotes by Mark Twain, Mark My Words. I’m really adoring it! It’s a book simply of quotes, relating all his recorded thoughts about writing. He is so entertaining to read! Partly because he’s hilarious, but also because he had some amazing and accurate advice. Here are some of my favorites (and yes, only SOME…even though there are many here):

-Books are the liberated spirits of men

-I will live in literature, I will wallow in it, revel in it, I will swim in ink!

-When we talk about the great workers of the world we really mean the great players of the world.

-Words realize nothing, vivify nothing to you, unless you have suffered in your own person the thing which words try to describe

-Sometimes my feelings are so hot that I have to take the pen and put them out on paper to keep them from setting me afire inside; then all that ink and labor are wasted because I can’t print the results

-Great books are weighed and measured by their style and matter and not by the trimmings and shadings of their grammar

-I know grammar by ear only, not by note, not by the rules. A generation ago I knew the rules – knew them by heart, word for word, though not their meanings-and I still know one of them: which says – which says – but never mind, it will come back to me presently

-What a good thing Adam had – when he said a good thing he knew nobody had said it before

-Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.

-Hunger is the handmaid of genius

-When a word is so near the right one that a body can’t quite tell whether it is or isn’t, it’s good politics to strike it out and go for the Thesaurus

-With a hundred words to do it with, the literary artisan could catch that airy thought and tie it down and reduce it to a…cabbage, but the artist does it with twenty, and the result is a flower

-A man who can’t learn stands in his own light

-“Meade suggested to Grant that he might wish to have immediately under him, Sherman, who had been serving with Grant in the West. He begged him not to hesitate if he thought it for the good of the service. Grant assured him that he had not thought of moving him, and in his memoirs, after relating what had passed, he adds” etc. [Mark’s comments on this passage] To read that passage a couple of times would make a man dizzy; to read it four times would make him drunk.

-And now my two personal favorites-

-Every time I read Pride and Prejudice I was to dig [Jane Austen] up and beat her over the skull with her own shinbone.

-He [a publisher] has been dead a quarter of a century now. My bitterness against him has faded away and disappeared. I feel only compassion for him and if I could send him a fan I would.

I suppose the biggest thing I’ve learned so far from this book is to condense everything, cut out all unnecessary words – which are prevalent in ALL of my writing.
I reccomend this book wholeheartedly :]

The dinner table discussion at my house today was a bit more entertaining than normal. I told my family how Melody gave me the link to Wicked [the musical] (:P) and how the story was just so interesting and different from the story I knew of The Wizard of Oz. Well, my little sister (Kaylin, 7) was interested in this take on the story. Thus, she had quite a few questions. These few are an example:

“But how can the Wicked Witch of the West be good?”
“But isn’t she bad?”
“When does she turn wicked?”
“But she’s supposed to be EVIL!”


Finally, I heaved in frustration “Just don’t worry about it, Kaylin, it’s not a true story!”

And my dad, never flinching, never looking up from his plate of spaghetti said “Oh it absolutely is

Hmm. Maybe you would have to know my dad for that to be funny…

Anyways. My laptop is taking maternity leave for about three weeks…expecting a new keyboard…The boy at the geek squad said it would be at least $100. I was not too happy. But ah well. These things do happen. What’s frustrating about laptops is they really don’t last. I learned my lesson I suppose…as my dad put it, “EVERYTHING costs money”… I guess you’d have to know my dad for that to be funny, too. haha…but yeah, I’m not going to be buying used laptops anymore. It’s just not worth it.


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