What is life all about?
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have, And not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about whom you're dating, whom you used to date, how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about whom you have kissed,
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have,
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybody else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
But, life is about whom you love and whom you hurt.
It's about whom you make happy or unhappy.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about saying something and actually doing what you say. Actions speak louder than words.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And whom your judgments are spread to.
It's about whom you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
those choices are what life's all about.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Eavesdropping...
~*Linds*~: God, just sliced my finger open. Huge.
alan: Eeeew. Go take care of that.
~*Linds*~: well duh.
alan: :P
~*Linds*~: No! I'm gushing on the keyboard. As If I'd soil my mac that way.
alan: heh. smartypants
~*Linds*~: I just look rather dashing with two band aides wrapped around my right index finger.
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At least I've got my priorities straight.
alan: Eeeew. Go take care of that.
~*Linds*~: well duh.
alan: :P
~*Linds*~: No! I'm gushing on the keyboard. As If I'd soil my mac that way.
alan: heh. smartypants
~*Linds*~: I just look rather dashing with two band aides wrapped around my right index finger.
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At least I've got my priorities straight.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
A Big Ball Of Fucked Up...
Oh, this is just super.
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | High |
| Schizoid: | Low |
| Schizotypal: | High |
| Antisocial: | Low |
| Borderline: | Moderate |
| Histrionic: | High |
| Narcissistic: | Moderate |
| Avoidant: | High |
| Dependent: | Very High |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | Moderate |
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information -- | |
Sunday, August 27, 2006
What is love? Baby don't hurt me...
Children can answer better than most adults when it comes to love. The answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy- age 7
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your
face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most "caring" child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy- age 7
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your
face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most "caring" child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Bad JuJu.
There are days when I just get stuck in a really bad headspace and I can't get out. No matter how bad I want out. Today is one of those days, and I want out. I want to escape, and there's no where to go.
My mind keeps circling around that negativity, and dwelling on the things that are dragging me down into depression. I'm very lonely right now, hurting and feeling extremely rejected. I shouldn't let a person that didn't love me in the first place, bring me down this low, but I can't help it right now. I'm emotionally, physically and mentally exhausted from spreading my attentions and energies too thin. It's a pity party, and no one is invited but me.
Generally, (despite my catty commentary occasionally), I'm fairly cheerful, easy to laugh and cracking jokes or teasing people. I have to keep that turned on at work, but you'd be surprised how easy a facade being chipper is when your mind is mired in negativity. Maybe it's a case of lying to the general public, or just not wanting the regular run of the mill Joe's aware of what garbage cluttering up my head. The only way to tell is to look deep into my eyes, and you can see this lingering unhappiness and sadness in them. Most people miss it. Even the ones that know me really well. I can see it... But then again, I spend all day inside my head.
Maybe it's a case of being obsessive compulsive, which I'm sure I have to a more than a slight degree, because I have the hardest time letting things/people/feelings go. I'm obsessing. I'm working out what happened to me over and over and over again, and looking at it from a thousand different angles, and raging in my head, and crying in my sleep. I'm wondering how I fucked up along the way, and beating myself up. I'm ranting and raving and I feel like I'm losing my sanity, sometimes. And all the while, I'm wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, and why can't things, at least SOMETIMES, go smoothly. If it was even just ONE thing, it would be so much more peace, in my head and heart.
While talking to a friend, who's often in the very same situation that I'm in, he remarked 'I often wonder if it's karma biting me in the ass for not forwarding along those stupid "forward me to ten people, or be unlucky in love for 7 years" emails that people keep on sending me?" I laughed. Who knows. It could be, but I doubt it. I don't send those things to people, either.
I'm tired of getting the shit end of the stick. I'm tired of being used. I'm tired of struggling, and begging for attention and affection I deserve as a loving, open, caring human being... but I know that's life, and I know it's not easy. I know people have to fight for what they want... But why does it all come down so hard, and why does it come down so hard all at the same time?
There was a pigeon that fell into an air intake duct on the roof of the mall I work at about a week and a half ago. The opening was large enough in diameter (approximately 8 inches thereabouts) for the bird to get in, but not large enough for the bird to spread it's wings and get out.
Cruelly enough, the mall administration decided that maintenance was only going to slide the top of the air duct intake over by about three inches, and see if the bird could get out on it's own. No calling the SPCA, no calling Pest control, no calling an animal shelter, and not even placing something for the bird to get it's claws in enough to pull itself out. Basically, they gave this animal a death sentence, for the simple accident of it falling in the vent.
For approximately a week, everytime I stepped out in this area for a break I could hear this poor pigeon frantically beating it's wings against the sides of the vent, struggling to get out.
Each day, the sound got fainter and fainter, less frequent in between attempts, as the hot sun beat on the roof of the building, the air went through the vents, dehydrating this poor abused bird. People out on breaks at the same time as I was pitied the creature. We had no access to the roof of the building. There was nothing we could do but listen to it slowly die.
It stopped trying to escape about three days ago. I'm fairly certain it died a horrible, lonely death, only because of the cruelty, ignorance, tightfistedness, and laziness of mall administration.
Sometimes I feel like that pigeon. I spend 52 hours a week doing something I'm good at, but I'm not passionate about. I see the people in the mall more than I see my own family members. I spend 52 hours a week talking to people with an IQ lower than 100, a majority of the time. I feel lost. I feel empty.
Maybe I'm mall administration, and it's my own cruelty, and tightfisted-ness, and laziness that is stopping me from doing something else. Is it my own ignorance that is keeping me from seeing opportunities, and my own fear that's stopping me from taking the paths that might change my life?
Maybe I'm just terrified to break into my own field, to what I went to school for, because i'm so scared that I'll fail. Again. This is bad headspace. This isn't helping me. This is bad JuJu. Who the hell did I piss off? Which ant did I step on that became a God, somehow? Is it the worms I used to play with as a kid?
'Cause if it's not one thing, it's another, and all I want to do, is sleep until it all goes away.
My mind keeps circling around that negativity, and dwelling on the things that are dragging me down into depression. I'm very lonely right now, hurting and feeling extremely rejected. I shouldn't let a person that didn't love me in the first place, bring me down this low, but I can't help it right now. I'm emotionally, physically and mentally exhausted from spreading my attentions and energies too thin. It's a pity party, and no one is invited but me.
Generally, (despite my catty commentary occasionally), I'm fairly cheerful, easy to laugh and cracking jokes or teasing people. I have to keep that turned on at work, but you'd be surprised how easy a facade being chipper is when your mind is mired in negativity. Maybe it's a case of lying to the general public, or just not wanting the regular run of the mill Joe's aware of what garbage cluttering up my head. The only way to tell is to look deep into my eyes, and you can see this lingering unhappiness and sadness in them. Most people miss it. Even the ones that know me really well. I can see it... But then again, I spend all day inside my head.
Maybe it's a case of being obsessive compulsive, which I'm sure I have to a more than a slight degree, because I have the hardest time letting things/people/feelings go. I'm obsessing. I'm working out what happened to me over and over and over again, and looking at it from a thousand different angles, and raging in my head, and crying in my sleep. I'm wondering how I fucked up along the way, and beating myself up. I'm ranting and raving and I feel like I'm losing my sanity, sometimes. And all the while, I'm wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, and why can't things, at least SOMETIMES, go smoothly. If it was even just ONE thing, it would be so much more peace, in my head and heart.
While talking to a friend, who's often in the very same situation that I'm in, he remarked 'I often wonder if it's karma biting me in the ass for not forwarding along those stupid "forward me to ten people, or be unlucky in love for 7 years" emails that people keep on sending me?" I laughed. Who knows. It could be, but I doubt it. I don't send those things to people, either.
I'm tired of getting the shit end of the stick. I'm tired of being used. I'm tired of struggling, and begging for attention and affection I deserve as a loving, open, caring human being... but I know that's life, and I know it's not easy. I know people have to fight for what they want... But why does it all come down so hard, and why does it come down so hard all at the same time?
There was a pigeon that fell into an air intake duct on the roof of the mall I work at about a week and a half ago. The opening was large enough in diameter (approximately 8 inches thereabouts) for the bird to get in, but not large enough for the bird to spread it's wings and get out.
Cruelly enough, the mall administration decided that maintenance was only going to slide the top of the air duct intake over by about three inches, and see if the bird could get out on it's own. No calling the SPCA, no calling Pest control, no calling an animal shelter, and not even placing something for the bird to get it's claws in enough to pull itself out. Basically, they gave this animal a death sentence, for the simple accident of it falling in the vent.
For approximately a week, everytime I stepped out in this area for a break I could hear this poor pigeon frantically beating it's wings against the sides of the vent, struggling to get out.
Each day, the sound got fainter and fainter, less frequent in between attempts, as the hot sun beat on the roof of the building, the air went through the vents, dehydrating this poor abused bird. People out on breaks at the same time as I was pitied the creature. We had no access to the roof of the building. There was nothing we could do but listen to it slowly die.
It stopped trying to escape about three days ago. I'm fairly certain it died a horrible, lonely death, only because of the cruelty, ignorance, tightfistedness, and laziness of mall administration.
Sometimes I feel like that pigeon. I spend 52 hours a week doing something I'm good at, but I'm not passionate about. I see the people in the mall more than I see my own family members. I spend 52 hours a week talking to people with an IQ lower than 100, a majority of the time. I feel lost. I feel empty.
Maybe I'm mall administration, and it's my own cruelty, and tightfisted-ness, and laziness that is stopping me from doing something else. Is it my own ignorance that is keeping me from seeing opportunities, and my own fear that's stopping me from taking the paths that might change my life?
Maybe I'm just terrified to break into my own field, to what I went to school for, because i'm so scared that I'll fail. Again. This is bad headspace. This isn't helping me. This is bad JuJu. Who the hell did I piss off? Which ant did I step on that became a God, somehow? Is it the worms I used to play with as a kid?
'Cause if it's not one thing, it's another, and all I want to do, is sleep until it all goes away.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
The One Word Meme.
I like this meme a lot. it's a good glimpse with single word answers into the life that I feel I'm living right now. I'll probably repost this at a later date, with current answers for the next time.
1. Yourself: confused.
2. Your Lover: gone.
3. Your Hair: raven.
4. Your Mother: gentle.
5. Your Father: supportive.
6. Your Favorite Item: bed.
7. Your Dream Last Night: unknown.
8. Your Favorite Drink: coffee.
9. Your Dream Home: loving.
10. The Room You Are In: restful.
11. Your Pet: none.
12. Who You Are Now: lost.
13. Who You Want to be in Ten Years: defined.
14. What You Want to be in Ten Years: established.
15. What You're Not: organized.
16. Your Best Friend: Her.
17. One of Your Wishlist Items: camera.
18. Your Gender: committed.
19. The Last Thing You Did: sing.
20. What You Are Wearing: nothing.
21. Your Favorite Weather: rain.
22. Your Favorite Book: re-read.
23. The Last Thing You Ate: taco.
24. Your Life: stagnant.
25. Your Mood: depressed.
1. Yourself: confused.
2. Your Lover: gone.
3. Your Hair: raven.
4. Your Mother: gentle.
5. Your Father: supportive.
6. Your Favorite Item: bed.
7. Your Dream Last Night: unknown.
8. Your Favorite Drink: coffee.
9. Your Dream Home: loving.
10. The Room You Are In: restful.
11. Your Pet: none.
12. Who You Are Now: lost.
13. Who You Want to be in Ten Years: defined.
14. What You Want to be in Ten Years: established.
15. What You're Not: organized.
16. Your Best Friend: Her.
17. One of Your Wishlist Items: camera.
18. Your Gender: committed.
19. The Last Thing You Did: sing.
20. What You Are Wearing: nothing.
21. Your Favorite Weather: rain.
22. Your Favorite Book: re-read.
23. The Last Thing You Ate: taco.
24. Your Life: stagnant.
25. Your Mood: depressed.
Mirror Mirror, On the Wall...
Hell. If I can look like Laetitia Casta, I'm set for life. That's one hot mama.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Poor Little JonBenet...
Her story is one that the media has beaten into submission ten years ago, and still left unsolved.
I remember when I was younger, and my mother swore up and down that it was her parents that killed this little girl. And though they were still under the "umbrella of suspicion", they never quite came off as mourning parents, to anyone that viewed them on television. They always seemed very cold, and out for media attention.
Now someone has stepped up to bat for her murder, and it's a teacher. That, in and of itself is very saddening.
John Mark Karr admitted to drugging, molesting and then "accidentally" killing JonBenet, all the while claiming to police and media, that "I loved JonBenet.". You don't drug and molest a child if you love them.
He says "I was with JonBenet the night she died... The death was an accident." That doesn't necessarily mean that he actually committed the crime. That doesn't mean that he's telling the truth, either. Psychosis makes people say things, sometimes.
However, there have recently been glaring flaws in his stories to police. He has an alibi for the night of her murder, being his ex-wife, and there were no traces of drugs in Jonbenet's body during her autopsy.
This brings up the question: Why, WHY would you lie about murdering a little girl? Why, when you photograph, do you look straight into the camera, without a trace of shame on your face, for either the lie, or the actual death of a child? I feel sick.
This also brings up the question, that if he didn't murder Ms. Ramsey, then the person that did... Is still out there. If it's not Mr. Karr, and someone else, then that someone else slaughtered a little girl, and is walking around free, because John Mark Karr is presumed innocent until found guilty.
In truth, if he's the guilty party, then so be it, I'm relieved that someone that would toss someone's feelings, emotions and life away heedlessly for the sake of their own sick pleasure, gets what's coming to them. If not...
Well, he's admitted to doing these things, which means that he's psychologically unsound or he's lying for someone else. Questions remain, Why is he lying, and who is he lying for?
I don't envy investigators on this heartbreaking case.
I remember when I was younger, and my mother swore up and down that it was her parents that killed this little girl. And though they were still under the "umbrella of suspicion", they never quite came off as mourning parents, to anyone that viewed them on television. They always seemed very cold, and out for media attention.
Now someone has stepped up to bat for her murder, and it's a teacher. That, in and of itself is very saddening.
John Mark Karr admitted to drugging, molesting and then "accidentally" killing JonBenet, all the while claiming to police and media, that "I loved JonBenet.". You don't drug and molest a child if you love them.
He says "I was with JonBenet the night she died... The death was an accident." That doesn't necessarily mean that he actually committed the crime. That doesn't mean that he's telling the truth, either. Psychosis makes people say things, sometimes.
However, there have recently been glaring flaws in his stories to police. He has an alibi for the night of her murder, being his ex-wife, and there were no traces of drugs in Jonbenet's body during her autopsy.
This brings up the question: Why, WHY would you lie about murdering a little girl? Why, when you photograph, do you look straight into the camera, without a trace of shame on your face, for either the lie, or the actual death of a child? I feel sick.
This also brings up the question, that if he didn't murder Ms. Ramsey, then the person that did... Is still out there. If it's not Mr. Karr, and someone else, then that someone else slaughtered a little girl, and is walking around free, because John Mark Karr is presumed innocent until found guilty.
In truth, if he's the guilty party, then so be it, I'm relieved that someone that would toss someone's feelings, emotions and life away heedlessly for the sake of their own sick pleasure, gets what's coming to them. If not...
Well, he's admitted to doing these things, which means that he's psychologically unsound or he's lying for someone else. Questions remain, Why is he lying, and who is he lying for?
I don't envy investigators on this heartbreaking case.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
A Brief Interruption...
I know I said I wouldn't post this week, but I had to go to a wedding on the 12th, and I took some really good photos.
Here's what I've posted as a flickr.com photo set, entitled "The New Mister and Missus", and I took approximately 300 photos on my digital camera. Needless to say, my shutter finger is tired.
And please, refrain from any "button pushing" comments.
And now back to our regularily scheduled "Communication Vacation".
Ciao!
Here's what I've posted as a flickr.com photo set, entitled "The New Mister and Missus", and I took approximately 300 photos on my digital camera. Needless to say, my shutter finger is tired.
And please, refrain from any "button pushing" comments.
And now back to our regularily scheduled "Communication Vacation".
Ciao!
Friday, August 11, 2006
Communication Vacation
I'm going to take a communication vacation from the net, from my friends and from everyone else for a week or so.
It's nothing personal, my life just seems to be skyrocketing out of control, and on top of the stress from dealing with people upwards of 12 hours a day, and working my ass off, I'm getting very close to burnt out. I'm sick of answering the phone. I'm tired of IM's, even if I like the people who are sending them.
I'm starting to feel like everyone is prying into my personal life a little too much, if I don't post my innermost workings, email them back,or make a phone call to tell them what's going on, it's the end of the world. Yeah, Jay and I are having a few difficulties right now, and honestly, I'm tired of telling everyone the continuing saga. I just want it fixed, and I can't fix it by scattering my mental efforts. So save yourself the effort of typing that email, please. You can afford to wait a while to play catch up and tell me what's going on, and I can't afford to lose my grip on what little stability I have left right now.
My vacation consists of not going online, not feeling even remotely interested in chatting on the phone with friends about my life, either here or abroad, Not being interested in checking my email for the zillions of emails I get with questions and commentary, not posting in GSD, etc etc etc. I'm just frustrated. I feel overwhelmed. I hope this doesn't offend anyone, because I do care about you guys, I just feel like I'm approaching breaking point, and I want to avoid that.
I mean, I'm sure everybody feels like this every now and then, right?
See you guys in a while.
Love,
Linds
It's nothing personal, my life just seems to be skyrocketing out of control, and on top of the stress from dealing with people upwards of 12 hours a day, and working my ass off, I'm getting very close to burnt out. I'm sick of answering the phone. I'm tired of IM's, even if I like the people who are sending them.
I'm starting to feel like everyone is prying into my personal life a little too much, if I don't post my innermost workings, email them back,or make a phone call to tell them what's going on, it's the end of the world. Yeah, Jay and I are having a few difficulties right now, and honestly, I'm tired of telling everyone the continuing saga. I just want it fixed, and I can't fix it by scattering my mental efforts. So save yourself the effort of typing that email, please. You can afford to wait a while to play catch up and tell me what's going on, and I can't afford to lose my grip on what little stability I have left right now.
My vacation consists of not going online, not feeling even remotely interested in chatting on the phone with friends about my life, either here or abroad, Not being interested in checking my email for the zillions of emails I get with questions and commentary, not posting in GSD, etc etc etc. I'm just frustrated. I feel overwhelmed. I hope this doesn't offend anyone, because I do care about you guys, I just feel like I'm approaching breaking point, and I want to avoid that.
I mean, I'm sure everybody feels like this every now and then, right?
See you guys in a while.
Love,
Linds
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Googly Moogly!
Did you guys know that you can google via text messaging on your cell phone?
Too 'effing cool.
check it out, here's the link.
Too 'effing cool.
check it out, here's the link.
Frankie Say...
Relax. So I am. I've noticed I'm pretty good at blowing things out of proportion... A little.
My friend Crystal is getting married this upcoming Saturday, to her fiance, Brad. I called my dad on the way home to see if I could borrow his tripod for taking some good steady photos to make a present for her after the ceremony.
actually, it went more like this...
Me: Hey Dad!
Dad: Hi, kid. What do you want?
Me: *Laughs* I had a favour to ask of you.
Dad: Uhuh.
Me: Crystal is getting married on Saturday and I wanted to take some photos, and since I only have the small tripod, I was wondering if I could borrow your larger tripod and *hesitates* potentially your 8 megapixel camera?
Dad: Ha! Nice try! You can borrow the tripod, but not the camera. Your digital camera will work just fine.
Me: Dang... Okay. But mine's only a 3.1 megapixel...
Dad: It will do just fine!
Me: *laugh* Can't blame me for trying... I would probably spend the majority of the time trying to figure out the camera, instead of taking pictures.
My dad has tentatively promised me the gifting of his older 1000 dollar camera, with manual focus, telescopic lense, 10X zoom and fantastico settings most likely sometime around Christmas.
Me *so* want camera.
My friend Crystal is getting married this upcoming Saturday, to her fiance, Brad. I called my dad on the way home to see if I could borrow his tripod for taking some good steady photos to make a present for her after the ceremony.
actually, it went more like this...
Me: Hey Dad!
Dad: Hi, kid. What do you want?
Me: *Laughs* I had a favour to ask of you.
Dad: Uhuh.
Me: Crystal is getting married on Saturday and I wanted to take some photos, and since I only have the small tripod, I was wondering if I could borrow your larger tripod and *hesitates* potentially your 8 megapixel camera?
Dad: Ha! Nice try! You can borrow the tripod, but not the camera. Your digital camera will work just fine.
Me: Dang... Okay. But mine's only a 3.1 megapixel...
Dad: It will do just fine!
Me: *laugh* Can't blame me for trying... I would probably spend the majority of the time trying to figure out the camera, instead of taking pictures.
My dad has tentatively promised me the gifting of his older 1000 dollar camera, with manual focus, telescopic lense, 10X zoom and fantastico settings most likely sometime around Christmas.
Me *so* want camera.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
I Refuse...
To let his negligence of me result in me getting depressed and down on myself. I'm worth more than that.
Friday, August 04, 2006
As Opposed To Indirectly?
"HeadOn! Apply DIRECTLY to the forehead!"
I'm sure you've all seen it, if I've seen the original ad about a dozen times or so on CNN while it's been on at work. I was amazed at the useless, annoying, pointless, completely non-illuminative factor of the advert. (it's a migrane remedy, just FYI. Check out the wikipedia link for some infomation.)
Here's the original, *very* stupid ad on Youtube.
Here's a very tongue in cheek spoof that had me laughing my ass off. In particular the toilet paper that he uses that sticks to the goo on his head makes me laugh the most. Simple things are amusing this sleep deprived woman at 1 AM.
Just to get it applied directly in your forehead.
I blame Dr. Maynard from Newsblog 5000 for inadvertantly sending me on a Google search with his site tagline.
You know what it makes me want to do? Apply my finger directly to the Off Button... Or down my throat, or... Well... You get the gist.
I want to read you're guys best interpretation of the "HeadOn" commercials. Have a little fun. Consider it your Friday pop quiz! Here's a couple of examples:
"HerpesGone, Apply DIRECTLY to the foreskin!"
"HeyDon, Apply DIRECTLY to the foreman!"
Whee! Fun!
I'm sure you've all seen it, if I've seen the original ad about a dozen times or so on CNN while it's been on at work. I was amazed at the useless, annoying, pointless, completely non-illuminative factor of the advert. (it's a migrane remedy, just FYI. Check out the wikipedia link for some infomation.)
Here's the original, *very* stupid ad on Youtube.
Here's a very tongue in cheek spoof that had me laughing my ass off. In particular the toilet paper that he uses that sticks to the goo on his head makes me laugh the most. Simple things are amusing this sleep deprived woman at 1 AM.
Just to get it applied directly in your forehead.
I blame Dr. Maynard from Newsblog 5000 for inadvertantly sending me on a Google search with his site tagline.
You know what it makes me want to do? Apply my finger directly to the Off Button... Or down my throat, or... Well... You get the gist.
I want to read you're guys best interpretation of the "HeadOn" commercials. Have a little fun. Consider it your Friday pop quiz! Here's a couple of examples:
"HerpesGone, Apply DIRECTLY to the foreskin!"
"HeyDon, Apply DIRECTLY to the foreman!"
Whee! Fun!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Eavesdropping...
(A conversation between my boss and myself...)
Boss: I'll be right back, I'm going to get some change. We only have two loonies left in the store.
Me: Yeah, (looks around) Since we're the only ones here, that leaves (Points at self then him) Me and you. Ha ha.
Boss: Speak for yourself, senorita.
Me: Wokka wokka wokka.
Boss: I'll be right back, I'm going to get some change. We only have two loonies left in the store.
Me: Yeah, (looks around) Since we're the only ones here, that leaves (Points at self then him) Me and you. Ha ha.
Boss: Speak for yourself, senorita.
Me: Wokka wokka wokka.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Oh! Happy day!
I'm roughly a month away from being up in the boonies tucked away with my dearest Jay, feeding the squirrels.
I talked to my D.M. today, and it's no problem for me to take some time away for myself after my manager goes away for a week to Ontario for some sort of get together thingy.
I was also told that we get some more staff soon! Yay! Regular scheduled days off!
I talked to my D.M. today, and it's no problem for me to take some time away for myself after my manager goes away for a week to Ontario for some sort of get together thingy.
I was also told that we get some more staff soon! Yay! Regular scheduled days off!
John Mayer's "Daughters"
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
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