Just when I didn't think it was possible to be any more bored...I outdid myself by giving myself a fourth of July french manicure. Blue tips and red, silver and blue glitter topcoat. Oh, well. lol.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Just to reinforce my point
I found this on one of the message boards I frequent, and I thought it was really neat, and plugged in nicely to my last post.
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There was an Indian Chief who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go to look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said no, it was covered with green buds, and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of whom they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring,the beauty of your summer, the fulfillment of your fall.
Moral: Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season.Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time.
Live Simply.
Love Generously.
Care Deeply.
Speak Kindly.
Leave the Rest to God.
Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keep You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only God keeps You Going!
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There was an Indian Chief who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go to look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said no, it was covered with green buds, and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of whom they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring,the beauty of your summer, the fulfillment of your fall.
Moral: Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season.Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time.
Live Simply.
Love Generously.
Care Deeply.
Speak Kindly.
Leave the Rest to God.
Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keep You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only God keeps You Going!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Think Positive
I've always found it amazing that doing something as simple as viewing situations in a positive light can do.
Sometimes it isn't easy, but it is worth it. Life is too precious to waste time being a crab apple.
Sometimes it isn't easy, but it is worth it. Life is too precious to waste time being a crab apple.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Cool Snap
Who would've thought that it could feel so amazing outside during June?
Last summer it was pushing near 100 degrees everyday. Today, it hit 84 with absolutely NO humidity. It's going to be even cooler tomorrow.
Sunshine everywhere, light cool breezes...it feels like Spring, and it certainly puts me into brighter spirits.
Since I still don't have a job, I'm trying to come up with different things to keep me entertained. Making more videos, like the one I posted on my last entry is one of those things. I should probably do some writing, as well, I've been neglecting it as of late. I can't remember the last time I finished a story that wasn't related to homework.
Last summer it was pushing near 100 degrees everyday. Today, it hit 84 with absolutely NO humidity. It's going to be even cooler tomorrow.
Sunshine everywhere, light cool breezes...it feels like Spring, and it certainly puts me into brighter spirits.
Since I still don't have a job, I'm trying to come up with different things to keep me entertained. Making more videos, like the one I posted on my last entry is one of those things. I should probably do some writing, as well, I've been neglecting it as of late. I can't remember the last time I finished a story that wasn't related to homework.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Father's Day
In honor of the holiday, I plunked myself down in front of the TV and watched a couple of "Rifleman" episodes. I've been taping them almost everyday since we got Encore Westerns. I can't believe how many episodes I've never seen!
I have to say the Father/Son dynamic is the reason I watch. An episode just isn't the same to me if Mark isn't around for Lucas to put his arm around and give a piece of advice to. I guess you could say I'm living vicariously through them, since I don't have a relationship with my own father. Days like today is when it hits me hardest.
It's been six years since I've seen my dad, and I don't expect to see him any time soon. I asked him to come up and visit once, about three years ago. There was an Honors Banquet at school that I was a part of, and I really wanted him to be there. He didn't come though. He was too busy, and it was too far to drive. Of course, if you were to ask him, he'd tell you it was my fault.
I do hear from him two or three times a year. The phonecalls are usually about 5 minutes in length, and 4 of those minutes it seems are just an excuse to ride my case about how I don't call him enough, or about how bad I was for leaving him, and how he's "praying for me."
No, I don't call him. Why should I? So I can hear more garbage? Yes, I did leave him. I didn't have a choice. No twelve year old should have to suffer abuse, ever. If he's praying for me (which I doubt) all I can say is turnabouts fair play. I pray for him, too.
I won't lie and say that it doesn't bother me...after this post it would seem kinda pointless. But I can say that it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I've had to do a lot of growing between twelve and nineteen. It hasn't been easy. But I believe God will turn it for my good.
Here's a link to a video that I made about Lucas and Mark, in honor of the holiday. When I watch it, I just imagine that Lucas is my father, hugging me, and smiling at me, and telling me how proud he is of me. It may not be much, but it helps.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3QzofvE5vCw
I have to say the Father/Son dynamic is the reason I watch. An episode just isn't the same to me if Mark isn't around for Lucas to put his arm around and give a piece of advice to. I guess you could say I'm living vicariously through them, since I don't have a relationship with my own father. Days like today is when it hits me hardest.
It's been six years since I've seen my dad, and I don't expect to see him any time soon. I asked him to come up and visit once, about three years ago. There was an Honors Banquet at school that I was a part of, and I really wanted him to be there. He didn't come though. He was too busy, and it was too far to drive. Of course, if you were to ask him, he'd tell you it was my fault.
I do hear from him two or three times a year. The phonecalls are usually about 5 minutes in length, and 4 of those minutes it seems are just an excuse to ride my case about how I don't call him enough, or about how bad I was for leaving him, and how he's "praying for me."
No, I don't call him. Why should I? So I can hear more garbage? Yes, I did leave him. I didn't have a choice. No twelve year old should have to suffer abuse, ever. If he's praying for me (which I doubt) all I can say is turnabouts fair play. I pray for him, too.
I won't lie and say that it doesn't bother me...after this post it would seem kinda pointless. But I can say that it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I've had to do a lot of growing between twelve and nineteen. It hasn't been easy. But I believe God will turn it for my good.
Here's a link to a video that I made about Lucas and Mark, in honor of the holiday. When I watch it, I just imagine that Lucas is my father, hugging me, and smiling at me, and telling me how proud he is of me. It may not be much, but it helps.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3QzofvE5vCw
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