Shh...don't tell anyone, but I'm tired of typing one-handed. So...the wrist corset is off during this blog...
What I hope for...
1. Have a family of my own
2. Be published
3. See a true American leader in my lifetime...
4. Not be afraid of being seen
5. Have a voice of my own
6. Find a way to fix the American Education System
7. Be part of a political campaign
8. A better world for my grandchildren
9. Be comfortable in my own skin.
10. And of course...meet Jon Stewart and David Duchovny
Le sigh...I started all noble, but really, did you think that I wouldn't hope to meet those two?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Things I Miss...
Due to my stupid wrist and the "wrist corset" I have confined it to, typing with one hand is turning out to be quite the challenge. As such, this list is quite apropos. Currently, the full range and use of my right hand tops that list. Barring that, I present this list, courtesy of my left hand, typing at about 30 wpms...
Things I miss...
1. Joss Whedon shows on tv. They were some of the best, well-written shows to grace the small screen.
2. Not having every insecure thought be about my body and how I look.
3. Doing plays. Rehearsals were so much fun.
4. Performances (choir and piano)
5. Coming home to a home cooked meal
6. Playing board games with my mom and sister.
7. Not feeling guilty for taking naps.
8. Having the ability to function on less than five hours of sleep.
9. Reading for fun.
10. Watching movies in a theater and not complaining abut the non-matinee ticket price.
11. High school football games...yes, they were fun!
12. Not worrying about the price of gas.
13. My piano (which currently resides at my grandparent's house)
14. Not caring what others thought of me.
15. Baking cookies with my cousin JJ.
16. Dreyer's mint chocolate ice cream...sigh...
17. True summer vacations.
18. Sociology classes. (yes, I miss school.)
19. My toddlerville kids...why must you grow up?
20. Late night talks with my friends.
Sigh...and the world keeps changing. But always for the good...I hope.
Currently watching : Angel - Season Five
Things I miss...
1. Joss Whedon shows on tv. They were some of the best, well-written shows to grace the small screen.
2. Not having every insecure thought be about my body and how I look.
3. Doing plays. Rehearsals were so much fun.
4. Performances (choir and piano)
5. Coming home to a home cooked meal
6. Playing board games with my mom and sister.
7. Not feeling guilty for taking naps.
8. Having the ability to function on less than five hours of sleep.
9. Reading for fun.
10. Watching movies in a theater and not complaining abut the non-matinee ticket price.
11. High school football games...yes, they were fun!
12. Not worrying about the price of gas.
13. My piano (which currently resides at my grandparent's house)
14. Not caring what others thought of me.
15. Baking cookies with my cousin JJ.
16. Dreyer's mint chocolate ice cream...sigh...
17. True summer vacations.
18. Sociology classes. (yes, I miss school.)
19. My toddlerville kids...why must you grow up?
20. Late night talks with my friends.
Sigh...and the world keeps changing. But always for the good...I hope.
Currently watching : Angel - Season Five
Sunday, November 18, 2007
O Happy Day...
I know countdowns and top-ten lists usually circulate before New Year's, but Thanksgiving never really gets any attention. So here's my list to start of this week o'giving thanks...
Disclaimer: lists are not in any particular order and are subject to change due to my fickle nature...
Today has been brought to you by...things that make me happy...
1. Gene Kelly...of course, "Singing in the Rain."
2. A cool, crisp fall day.
3. Beethoven
4. Yo-Yo Ma and the cello
5. Playing piano with our awesome worship team at Discovery!
6. Drinking coffee on a rainy day
7. Laughing until my stomach hurts and my eyes are brimming with tears.
8. Jon Stewart and David Duchovny...(you knew they had to be here somewhere.)
9. White roses
10. The sound of rain (sheesh...my 3rd reference to rain...which brings me to...)
11. Weatherman Chris
12. My cousins. They're crazy.
13. The Reduced Shakespeare Company & the Complete Works of Shakespeare...Abridged!
14. People who are as nerdy and awkward as I am!
15. Snowmen.
16. "Bring it On." I know, I know...Bad movie. Stupid Kirsten Dunst. But it never ceases to make me happy.
17. Mmm...cookies.
18. Playing Scrabble with my Starbucks friends.
19. Getting lost in Barnes and Noble in Seattle.
20. Mr. Bingley in the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice. He's so amazingly delightful in his naiveté. It makes me smile.
21. Beatles' "Blackbird."
22. Van Morrison's "Brown-Eyed Girl."
23. Writing the perfect line for a skit or story.
24. Dreyer's Mint Chocolate Ice Cream. Oh how I miss thee.
More lists to come...
Currently watching : Ocean’s Thirteen (Widescreen Edition)
Disclaimer: lists are not in any particular order and are subject to change due to my fickle nature...
Today has been brought to you by...things that make me happy...
1. Gene Kelly...of course, "Singing in the Rain."
2. A cool, crisp fall day.
3. Beethoven
4. Yo-Yo Ma and the cello
5. Playing piano with our awesome worship team at Discovery!
6. Drinking coffee on a rainy day
7. Laughing until my stomach hurts and my eyes are brimming with tears.
8. Jon Stewart and David Duchovny...(you knew they had to be here somewhere.)
9. White roses
10. The sound of rain (sheesh...my 3rd reference to rain...which brings me to...)
11. Weatherman Chris
12. My cousins. They're crazy.
13. The Reduced Shakespeare Company & the Complete Works of Shakespeare...Abridged!
14. People who are as nerdy and awkward as I am!
15. Snowmen.
16. "Bring it On." I know, I know...Bad movie. Stupid Kirsten Dunst. But it never ceases to make me happy.
17. Mmm...cookies.
18. Playing Scrabble with my Starbucks friends.
19. Getting lost in Barnes and Noble in Seattle.
20. Mr. Bingley in the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice. He's so amazingly delightful in his naiveté. It makes me smile.
21. Beatles' "Blackbird."
22. Van Morrison's "Brown-Eyed Girl."
23. Writing the perfect line for a skit or story.
24. Dreyer's Mint Chocolate Ice Cream. Oh how I miss thee.
More lists to come...
Currently watching : Ocean’s Thirteen (Widescreen Edition)
Sunday, November 11, 2007
My Midnight Confession...
...when I tell all the world that I love you...
Yes, its another song stuck in my head. Just go with it.
Second of all...no more midnight blogs.
I recently attended the Christian Musicians Summit this weekend. I didn't know what to expect out of it since this was my first year attending the event and I had only "officially" joined the team two weeks ago. And since I had to work on Friday, I had to drive my by lonesome and missed a whole day of fellowship with people I had wanted to get to know. Believe me, a lot can happen in the car on the way there. That's where people start bonding, and I missed out on it.
You guessed it: Grr. Argh.
I have a tendency to withdraw and isolate during these events and I was starting with two strikes against me. And if you count the fact that I was already heartbroken when I had first joined the team, I suppose one could say I was technically out.
Amazingly enough, despite my broken heart (and without a voice most of the morning), I still encountered God. I still encountered love. I still connected with the awesome group of people that make up the worship team of my church.
Oh yeah...I was confessing something. I don't often go to this place, but if you can bear with me, this is my confession. So if you can't take it, wait until my next blog. I promise to be funny. But tread with caution with what follows: here be spoilers.
For a couple of months now, I felt my heart going under an assault. Everything seemed to break my heart. People, places, circumstances. As soon as I found the shattered pieces and tried to glue it back, another piece would break off. I hate trying to fix it all by myself. Can't someone just take it? Can't someone just hug me at the end of the day and tell me that everything is going to be all right? Can't I encounter someone who will just love me?
All I want is someone to take care of my heart.
Tonight...I finally realized that someone already has. And I struggle with it being enough.
Currently listening : Let The Praises Ring By Lincoln Brewster
Yes, its another song stuck in my head. Just go with it.
Second of all...no more midnight blogs.
I recently attended the Christian Musicians Summit this weekend. I didn't know what to expect out of it since this was my first year attending the event and I had only "officially" joined the team two weeks ago. And since I had to work on Friday, I had to drive my by lonesome and missed a whole day of fellowship with people I had wanted to get to know. Believe me, a lot can happen in the car on the way there. That's where people start bonding, and I missed out on it.
You guessed it: Grr. Argh.
I have a tendency to withdraw and isolate during these events and I was starting with two strikes against me. And if you count the fact that I was already heartbroken when I had first joined the team, I suppose one could say I was technically out.
Amazingly enough, despite my broken heart (and without a voice most of the morning), I still encountered God. I still encountered love. I still connected with the awesome group of people that make up the worship team of my church.
Oh yeah...I was confessing something. I don't often go to this place, but if you can bear with me, this is my confession. So if you can't take it, wait until my next blog. I promise to be funny. But tread with caution with what follows: here be spoilers.
For a couple of months now, I felt my heart going under an assault. Everything seemed to break my heart. People, places, circumstances. As soon as I found the shattered pieces and tried to glue it back, another piece would break off. I hate trying to fix it all by myself. Can't someone just take it? Can't someone just hug me at the end of the day and tell me that everything is going to be all right? Can't I encounter someone who will just love me?
All I want is someone to take care of my heart.
Tonight...I finally realized that someone already has. And I struggle with it being enough.
Currently listening : Let The Praises Ring By Lincoln Brewster
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Shoot, Dang...is that a Christmas Song I hear?
I walked into Starbucks today and was hit with a wall of red.
Because Halloween is over, Corporate Starbucks ushered in the holiday season. Christmas songs will be playing, eggnog lattes will be steaming, and Starbucks Cards will be loading. Not exactly 'Twas the Night Before Christmas...but welcome to the holiday season.
Go Capitalism.
As I was walking through the store, I was overcome with extreme sadness. For the past three holidays I have worked for Starbucks and this year will be my first one free from the clutches of consumerism. But instead of dancing my dance of joy, I was actually gripped with sadness and nostalgia. I am actually going to miss it. I am going to miss this happy time of year and the random craziness that goes with Christmas. I will miss meeting all the interesting people who come into the store looking for a warm drink or a last-minute present for the Christmas party they're already late for. There really is a special feeling that happens at a Starbucks store during the holiday season and yes, I miss it.
But when I ordered a drink, a different assortment of memories flooded back; memories of the holiday season last year and the chaos that insued and the inevitable hatred and loathing for people that followed.
Now that I don't miss.
I walked out of the store, took in the free air and smiled. Sure, I miss this part of working at Starbucks but I wouldn't go back. (Not for that at least.) This year, I actually get to spread the Christmas cheer to the people I love, not serving sugared drinks to strangers that don't care about me. This year, I get to spend time with family and friends and be awake enough to remember it. This year, I get to go to parties and not smell/reek of coffee and steamed milk. This year, I get to actually call the holidays, "Christmas," and not fear the risk of insulting somebody. No green aprons, no extra-hot eggnog lattes/scrambled eggs, no up-selling a coffee machine to someone who just came in for a cup of coffee.
And definitely no more of "I'm the Happiest Christmas Tree" stuck on repeat. (I still get nightmares.)
In the end, my Christmas celebration will not be brought to me by Starbucks. And that my friend, is what I consider a wonderful gift.
Currently watching : The West Wing - The Complete First Season
Because Halloween is over, Corporate Starbucks ushered in the holiday season. Christmas songs will be playing, eggnog lattes will be steaming, and Starbucks Cards will be loading. Not exactly 'Twas the Night Before Christmas...but welcome to the holiday season.
Go Capitalism.
As I was walking through the store, I was overcome with extreme sadness. For the past three holidays I have worked for Starbucks and this year will be my first one free from the clutches of consumerism. But instead of dancing my dance of joy, I was actually gripped with sadness and nostalgia. I am actually going to miss it. I am going to miss this happy time of year and the random craziness that goes with Christmas. I will miss meeting all the interesting people who come into the store looking for a warm drink or a last-minute present for the Christmas party they're already late for. There really is a special feeling that happens at a Starbucks store during the holiday season and yes, I miss it.
But when I ordered a drink, a different assortment of memories flooded back; memories of the holiday season last year and the chaos that insued and the inevitable hatred and loathing for people that followed.
Now that I don't miss.
I walked out of the store, took in the free air and smiled. Sure, I miss this part of working at Starbucks but I wouldn't go back. (Not for that at least.) This year, I actually get to spread the Christmas cheer to the people I love, not serving sugared drinks to strangers that don't care about me. This year, I get to spend time with family and friends and be awake enough to remember it. This year, I get to go to parties and not smell/reek of coffee and steamed milk. This year, I get to actually call the holidays, "Christmas," and not fear the risk of insulting somebody. No green aprons, no extra-hot eggnog lattes/scrambled eggs, no up-selling a coffee machine to someone who just came in for a cup of coffee.
And definitely no more of "I'm the Happiest Christmas Tree" stuck on repeat. (I still get nightmares.)
In the end, my Christmas celebration will not be brought to me by Starbucks. And that my friend, is what I consider a wonderful gift.
Currently watching : The West Wing - The Complete First Season
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Happy Birthday
People have often said that I have a good phone voice.
I don't know why, but people say that I have a good, professional voice. I think I sound like a nasal, whiny kid. Apparently, my "phone voice" has been an asset in my past administrative jobs and which makes up most of my current job. And it so happens that odd compliment is the basis of how I make my living.
Last weekend, I got sick. Then come Monday morning, I lost my voice. This isn't exactly the best thing to happen when you work at a call center.
Shoot, dang.
By the time I arrived to work, my voice had returned, but in a scratchy, throaty/breathy tone.
Fine...it was my sexy voice.
Again, not good when you work at a call center. Well, at least the call center that I work for. It doesn't exactly bode well. People at Starbucks used to make fun of that voice, teasing me and goading me to keep that voice for the promise of bigger tips.
Silly Rabbits.
So throughout my work day, I thought about those people and laughed to myself at the odd situation I was in. People were nice to me for the most part. Five hours later, my "regular" voice had come back. Sure, I was embarrassed a couple of times, and I begged my supervisors and quality coaches not to listen to those phone recordings.
Happy Birthday, Mr. President.
Currently watching : Psycho (Collector’s Edition)
I don't know why, but people say that I have a good, professional voice. I think I sound like a nasal, whiny kid. Apparently, my "phone voice" has been an asset in my past administrative jobs and which makes up most of my current job. And it so happens that odd compliment is the basis of how I make my living.
Last weekend, I got sick. Then come Monday morning, I lost my voice. This isn't exactly the best thing to happen when you work at a call center.
Shoot, dang.
By the time I arrived to work, my voice had returned, but in a scratchy, throaty/breathy tone.
Fine...it was my sexy voice.
Again, not good when you work at a call center. Well, at least the call center that I work for. It doesn't exactly bode well. People at Starbucks used to make fun of that voice, teasing me and goading me to keep that voice for the promise of bigger tips.
Silly Rabbits.
So throughout my work day, I thought about those people and laughed to myself at the odd situation I was in. People were nice to me for the most part. Five hours later, my "regular" voice had come back. Sure, I was embarrassed a couple of times, and I begged my supervisors and quality coaches not to listen to those phone recordings.
Happy Birthday, Mr. President.
Currently watching : Psycho (Collector’s Edition)
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Election Day 2007
I won't guarantee that this won't be a little bit about the upcoming presidential election.
Now, I get it. I really do. People don't like election time. People harassing other people about
confusing legislations they are trying to push doesn't exactly warm the heart Apparently, we are bottom line people who need pictures to explain complicated contracts. We're also a people who are looking for real leaders who help us believing in the things that are important to us; the things that make us proud to be American.
And yet...
Every year we get a chance to make our voice heard. We get a chance to let the people we've "chosen" know what we will stand for and what we will not. And every year we blow it. I can't tell anymore if its because we're annoyed from choosing the lesser of who-gives-a-crap year after year or if we just don't think voting works any more. Whether we vote yes or no, we get the feeling we're being screwed.
Odds are, we are being screwed.
Sure, my absentee ballot won't amount to much. But I will vote. I will vote every year I am able to make a clear decision. I don't care if it matters or if it doesn't change anything. Voting is my right. Voting is my right just as it is my right to exercise my freedom to write this blog.
Yes, I get tired of it. I get tired of being the champion of a dying freedom granted by a broken system. I am looking forward to the presidential election just as much as the next person. I get tired of being shouted down and I get tired of not being able to effectively chose a leader that can actually lead this country. I hate the small pickings. I hate that everything is run by money and by power and by people who obscenely abuse both.
So why do I care? Why do I, after all my frustrations, still vote?
Because it reminds me that pieces of paper and a group of men in closed rooms don't change the world. We do. You do. I do. We, flesh and blood, not ink upon white or green paper, have the ability to change the world. Our government may not be able to do it the way we hope it would--which tells me that its a good thing that they shouldn't. They already have proven that they can't. We are the ones who teach our kids. We help the poor. We find ways to create cures, invent and innovate better living, promote peace. Granted, government doesn't make it easy, but so many people before us have done it without their help and many people after us will do the same.
I don't care if people vote or not. I'm not asking for your vote, and it is your right to chose not to. But I hope that people don't stop talking about what is important to them or stop looking for ways to make this world better than when we had entered it.
Currently watching : The West Wing - The Complete Sixth Season
Now, I get it. I really do. People don't like election time. People harassing other people about
confusing legislations they are trying to push doesn't exactly warm the heart Apparently, we are bottom line people who need pictures to explain complicated contracts. We're also a people who are looking for real leaders who help us believing in the things that are important to us; the things that make us proud to be American.
And yet...
Every year we get a chance to make our voice heard. We get a chance to let the people we've "chosen" know what we will stand for and what we will not. And every year we blow it. I can't tell anymore if its because we're annoyed from choosing the lesser of who-gives-a-crap year after year or if we just don't think voting works any more. Whether we vote yes or no, we get the feeling we're being screwed.
Odds are, we are being screwed.
Sure, my absentee ballot won't amount to much. But I will vote. I will vote every year I am able to make a clear decision. I don't care if it matters or if it doesn't change anything. Voting is my right. Voting is my right just as it is my right to exercise my freedom to write this blog.
Yes, I get tired of it. I get tired of being the champion of a dying freedom granted by a broken system. I am looking forward to the presidential election just as much as the next person. I get tired of being shouted down and I get tired of not being able to effectively chose a leader that can actually lead this country. I hate the small pickings. I hate that everything is run by money and by power and by people who obscenely abuse both.
So why do I care? Why do I, after all my frustrations, still vote?
Because it reminds me that pieces of paper and a group of men in closed rooms don't change the world. We do. You do. I do. We, flesh and blood, not ink upon white or green paper, have the ability to change the world. Our government may not be able to do it the way we hope it would--which tells me that its a good thing that they shouldn't. They already have proven that they can't. We are the ones who teach our kids. We help the poor. We find ways to create cures, invent and innovate better living, promote peace. Granted, government doesn't make it easy, but so many people before us have done it without their help and many people after us will do the same.
I don't care if people vote or not. I'm not asking for your vote, and it is your right to chose not to. But I hope that people don't stop talking about what is important to them or stop looking for ways to make this world better than when we had entered it.
Currently watching : The West Wing - The Complete Sixth Season
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