Saturday, July 19, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Questionaire
Ok, I tag anyone that reads this. Copy/paste the questions ( before the colons) and replace the answers with the first thing that comes to mind.
Ready?!?!.....GO!
i am: so tired but getting used to my new schedule.
i think: I have a fun weekend ahead
i know: what I want to be when I grow up besides a wife and mother....FINALLY!!
i want: to always be joyful
i have: finals in two weeks
i wish: I could sleep when I need to
i hate: to dust
i miss: the smell of the farm
i fear: being a failure
i feel: content
i hear: the fan blowing in cool evening air
i smell: my pillow
i crave: Otter Pops...I love a cool summer treat
i search: for misplaced items far too often
i wonder: what it will feel like to have a best friend to share everything with...when it's time I'll know
i regret: nothing. Things that I maybe should regret have been great learning experiences and have opened doors that wouldn't have been opened otherwise.... Life is so good!
i love: my family
i care: about the impact I have on other people
i always: try to grow where I'm planted
i am not: perfect
i believe: in the goodness of people and maybe more importantly me.
i dance: and I sing but only in private
i sing: in two places...in the car and at church
i don’t always: appreciate all of the good things in my life.
i write: A LOT of notes at school
i win: sometimes
i lose: my temper too easily sometimes
i never: want to give up
i listen: and most of the time I hear
i can usually be found: lost in my thoughts
i am scared: of small creeping things
i need: to feel a loving therapeutic touch frequently
i am happy about: the direction I am headed.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Brussels Sprouts & the Eternal Perspective
As I walk into the restaurant, the waiter seats me and I order my steak and dessert to follow. Meanwhile, I look around at everyone relishing their filet mignon and creme brule and my mouth waters in anticipation. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I can hardly wait for the tasty treat. Finally, the waiter brings me my plate which, much to my dismay, is not filet mignon, but brussel sprouts! I HATE brussel sprouts! Sorely disappointed, I leave the restaurant to tell my friends about the experience.
"How did it go?," they ask, blissfully holding the hands of their spouses.
"Not well," I respond. "Not only did I not get the juicy, flavorful beef and the creamy, sweet dessert that I ordered, but I got slimey, puke-green vegetables that taste like dirt instead!"
"Well, that happens to almost everyone at least once," they say. "Sometimes you have to go back several times, but it's worth it in the end."
So I go back. The same thing happens again- brussel sprouts instead of my fillet mignon! With stubborn determination I keep going back to the restaurant again and again, seeing the other customers enjoying their meals and hoping for some savory delights of my own. Unfortunately, the same result follows each time.
And although the green little devils are prepared in different ways each time, (because everyone is different), - in a buttery sauce, in a shower of paprika, or a la parmesano oregano- I still hate them. No gravy, sauce or spice can cover up the flavor of dirt.
Quite frankly, I'm just not hungry anymore.