"What file did you use?"
Me: "The one I got this morning"
"The two pages?"
Me: "There were three pages"
"Use the file with the two pages that she sent to you"
Me: "when?"
"this morning"
Me: "I got a three pager from that address at about 9:30, is that it?"
"she said she sent a 2 page file"
note: at this point I'm ready to let her talk to my boot.
Me: "when was it sent?"
"this morning"
Me: "have her check her sent mail in her account... what does it say"
(long pause)
"........oh...... she's sending a two page file now. If you use that one, can you get it out tonight?"
note: UPS is leaving in about 10 min
Me: "we will see, it's kinda late"
"see if you can"
little later
Me: "got the file, there's no extension. It was freehand before, I used that to open it and there's only one page"
"it's a two pa...."
Me: "yeah I know. What is the program used?"
"I don't know"
Me: "um...."
this is the part where i add every extension that i can think of til something pops up with two pages
I'm feeling a memo coming on
it's almost friday right?
Thursday, April 28, 2005
ooooooooohhhh
previous job 13070 dsi needs restored then FTP'ed. exact repeat with change PP 0203 B, C, D..... etc. origional file #9871 done in 03. THE NAME is Speak with Confidence and Clarity.
ooooooooooooooh
good thing you said that in your memo....
oh wait,
ya didn't.
know what?
I hate memos that only make sense to the writer.
and sherbert icecream.
but mostly memos.
:)
i should write one....
ooooooooooooooh
good thing you said that in your memo....
oh wait,
ya didn't.
know what?
I hate memos that only make sense to the writer.
and sherbert icecream.
but mostly memos.
:)
i should write one....
um... what?
So I get back from lunch (at the end of a rather busy morning) to find a memo that says I need to FTP the current DSI pryor workbooks that MIGHT be PP(T?) 0203D ranging from current to 2 years ago that are labeled in some freaky code and I when I am done I'm supposed to E-MAIL where they are at.
at the bottom in the memo is written quite clearly:
speak with confidence and clarity.
?
........um, I goin back to lunch.
I shoulda got a degree in management.
at the bottom in the memo is written quite clearly:
speak with confidence and clarity.
?
........um, I goin back to lunch.
I shoulda got a degree in management.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
and i sneeze....
and the day is done. Just boom and I wonder where it went.
My boss asked me if I was busy...
I looked at him.....
I looked at my open internet browser.....
I looked at him again and said "yer kidden right?"
so..
I GOT TO WORK IN THE BINDRY TODAY!!!!! :)
(bursts into song )myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy what a wonderful daaaaaaaaaay!
Last time I worked in the bindery i got put on the perfet bound book machine.
IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!
I was bummed that I didn't bring my headphones with my ipod, but I soon found that I didn't need um! The machine at my end was doing the grinding and gluing. The pattern of sounds was pretty steady and they were coming from every where.
The hum of the machine just being on was a combo of a mid tone and a bass note
like a AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA that never wavered. First thought that came to mind was "welp, thars ma pitch"
the grinding was a constant REEEEEWWWWW every other second and lasted a second. It started high and dropped about a step and half.
sweet there's my tempo.
add the glue part and get a CHUNKANOGGIN type sound. made for a good
back up rythmn
PLUS there were the constant dropping of books at the end of the line onto the conveyor belt where they would slide of a split second and them plop down to where I would grab them and stack um. that made a FLOPSSSSSHPLOP.
kinda sounded like this
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
REEEEEWWWWW REEEEEWWWWW
CHUNKANOGGIN CHUNKANOGGIN
FLOPSHPLOPFLOPSHPLOPFLOPSHPLOPFLOPSHPLOP
At first I just started harmonizing to the tones and changing pitches Of course I had to add like a WIGGIE WIGGIE here and there and whatever else came to mind.
ahhhhh good times in the bindry.
THIS TIME the machine I was working was not as musical so I had to improvise.
anyhoo...
I worked with a lady named randi and we had a blast.
I love bindry work.
Good day.
My boss asked me if I was busy...
I looked at him.....
I looked at my open internet browser.....
I looked at him again and said "yer kidden right?"
so..
I GOT TO WORK IN THE BINDRY TODAY!!!!! :)
(bursts into song )myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy what a wonderful daaaaaaaaaay!
Last time I worked in the bindery i got put on the perfet bound book machine.
IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!
I was bummed that I didn't bring my headphones with my ipod, but I soon found that I didn't need um! The machine at my end was doing the grinding and gluing. The pattern of sounds was pretty steady and they were coming from every where.
The hum of the machine just being on was a combo of a mid tone and a bass note
like a AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA that never wavered. First thought that came to mind was "welp, thars ma pitch"
the grinding was a constant REEEEEWWWWW every other second and lasted a second. It started high and dropped about a step and half.
sweet there's my tempo.
add the glue part and get a CHUNKANOGGIN type sound. made for a good
back up rythmn
PLUS there were the constant dropping of books at the end of the line onto the conveyor belt where they would slide of a split second and them plop down to where I would grab them and stack um. that made a FLOPSSSSSHPLOP.
kinda sounded like this
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
REEEEEWWWWW REEEEEWWWWW
CHUNKANOGGIN CHUNKANOGGIN
FLOPSHPLOPFLOPSHPLOPFLOPSHPLOPFLOPSHPLOP
At first I just started harmonizing to the tones and changing pitches Of course I had to add like a WIGGIE WIGGIE here and there and whatever else came to mind.
ahhhhh good times in the bindry.
THIS TIME the machine I was working was not as musical so I had to improvise.
anyhoo...
I worked with a lady named randi and we had a blast.
I love bindry work.
Good day.
itunes
One thousand four hundred sixty five songs
that's three and a half days of non stop music
not to say that this is alot
I know there are people that have an insane amount more.
but..
those people do not have all thier songs labled "track one."
So yesterday,
one by one,
starting with the artist that begins with an A
one by one.
I started naming the songs....
Yeah that lasted for a good half hour til i got to the D's and i felt like chewing my leg off and running for freedom.
until I found under the menu:
advanced/get track names...
ohhhhhhh.....
(slaps forehead)
that's three and a half days of non stop music
not to say that this is alot
I know there are people that have an insane amount more.
but..
those people do not have all thier songs labled "track one."
So yesterday,
one by one,
starting with the artist that begins with an A
one by one.
I started naming the songs....
Yeah that lasted for a good half hour til i got to the D's and i felt like chewing my leg off and running for freedom.
until I found under the menu:
advanced/get track names...
ohhhhhhh.....
(slaps forehead)
what the pants???
I'm starting to wonder if there are no such things as slow days and it's just my work cant keep me occupied. I have finished 4 jobs and it has yet to be ten thirty. Granted they took minimal brain power save for one. But still. So what now?
BABBLE!
(yippie!)
there once was a frog....
um no.
there once was a.....
ahhhh....
newt. nope. no newt.
there
once
was
aaaaaa
hobbit.
:)
a hobbit.
a species of hobbit..
crud
THERE ONCE WAS A BOY.
who.....
had a coat.
he liked the coat and had it for quite sometime. He had gotten his coat form a far away land where people dont ususally wear coats because it was so hot. This particular coat did not look at all like it was the kind of coat that would be sold at the particuar strange little shop that he was in. This is why it caught the boys eye. He asked the shop keeper where it had some from, but the keeper just kept saying that all things there had come from his many travels far and wide but he would never be specific. What he didn’t know is that the coat was no ordnary coat at all. Although one would never be able to tell it. It looked different enough and yet completely harmless in it’s setting of many other odd trinkets.
The end
abruptness in the right setting can be funny
so can randomness
like when someone calls into a conference call to ask an individual.....nevermind
know what? I used muscles that I forgot I had on sunday. When you do that, those same muscles remind you that you used them too much. Result: you need to use those muscles over and over again (hint, hint.) til they are reminded that they ARE MUSCLES AND ARE SUPPOSED TO BE USED!!! stupid muscles.
Know what else?
I love beans.
BABBLE!
(yippie!)
there once was a frog....
um no.
there once was a.....
ahhhh....
newt. nope. no newt.
there
once
was
aaaaaa
hobbit.
:)
a hobbit.
a species of hobbit..
crud
THERE ONCE WAS A BOY.
who.....
had a coat.
he liked the coat and had it for quite sometime. He had gotten his coat form a far away land where people dont ususally wear coats because it was so hot. This particular coat did not look at all like it was the kind of coat that would be sold at the particuar strange little shop that he was in. This is why it caught the boys eye. He asked the shop keeper where it had some from, but the keeper just kept saying that all things there had come from his many travels far and wide but he would never be specific. What he didn’t know is that the coat was no ordnary coat at all. Although one would never be able to tell it. It looked different enough and yet completely harmless in it’s setting of many other odd trinkets.
The end
abruptness in the right setting can be funny
so can randomness
like when someone calls into a conference call to ask an individual.....nevermind
know what? I used muscles that I forgot I had on sunday. When you do that, those same muscles remind you that you used them too much. Result: you need to use those muscles over and over again (hint, hint.) til they are reminded that they ARE MUSCLES AND ARE SUPPOSED TO BE USED!!! stupid muscles.
Know what else?
I love beans.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Waiting
I glance at my watch and then the clock on the wall.
I wonder which one is wrong.
Either way, she's late.
Frustrated I take another sip of coffee. Glancing around I see faces that I would usually associate with this place. He's probably a writer, poking at his laptop fanatically trying to make a deadline. In the corner there is a young woman with a portfolio; dead give away she's an artist. Others of the like came and went. Some get their coffee and sit, some take it and leave, probably for the park. It's a beautiful day. All are welcome here and it looks like just about all have come and gone.... execpt for her. I glance up as the bell on the door announces another arrival. Nice coat. I want a wool one too, with a scarf just like that but no hat, I don't like hats.
Staring back down at my half empty cup I try to remember the conversation earlier in the out door market. I had seen her there before a ton of times. Finding she was 60 cent's short for tomatoes, I came to the rescue.
Door Bell again.
Her? Nope.
I get up and go to the counter with my empty mug to ask for another and with the look the patron gives me, I wonder how many times have been up here asking the same.
As I sit I glance out the window to watch the world go by. A million different people going about like ants on their way to whatever tasks are consuming their day. Each one shoulder to shoulder with a complete stranger. That's what we were til she ran outta change for her tomatoes. She said she had seen me there before. I wondered if I was the only one who thought that. I guess I was wrong. She said the coffee shop on the corner of 5th and Parkway. I loved that place and I wondered how she knew about it.
The bell rang again and I stopped looking up becuase she's not coming. She forgot. She had second thought's. I looked up. She was standing right there.
same smile.
Same scarf.
looking at me look at her.
"Is this seat taken?"
and just like that
she sat down,
and the rest of the world melted away.
I knew she'd come
I wonder which one is wrong.
Either way, she's late.
Frustrated I take another sip of coffee. Glancing around I see faces that I would usually associate with this place. He's probably a writer, poking at his laptop fanatically trying to make a deadline. In the corner there is a young woman with a portfolio; dead give away she's an artist. Others of the like came and went. Some get their coffee and sit, some take it and leave, probably for the park. It's a beautiful day. All are welcome here and it looks like just about all have come and gone.... execpt for her. I glance up as the bell on the door announces another arrival. Nice coat. I want a wool one too, with a scarf just like that but no hat, I don't like hats.
Staring back down at my half empty cup I try to remember the conversation earlier in the out door market. I had seen her there before a ton of times. Finding she was 60 cent's short for tomatoes, I came to the rescue.
Door Bell again.
Her? Nope.
I get up and go to the counter with my empty mug to ask for another and with the look the patron gives me, I wonder how many times have been up here asking the same.
As I sit I glance out the window to watch the world go by. A million different people going about like ants on their way to whatever tasks are consuming their day. Each one shoulder to shoulder with a complete stranger. That's what we were til she ran outta change for her tomatoes. She said she had seen me there before. I wondered if I was the only one who thought that. I guess I was wrong. She said the coffee shop on the corner of 5th and Parkway. I loved that place and I wondered how she knew about it.
The bell rang again and I stopped looking up becuase she's not coming. She forgot. She had second thought's. I looked up. She was standing right there.
same smile.
Same scarf.
looking at me look at her.
"Is this seat taken?"
and just like that
she sat down,
and the rest of the world melted away.
I knew she'd come
Dangerous times in boredom
You think I would learn my lesson.
When I get bored, psycho odd posts come out. The likes of Guy Einsam (which I have decied to repost in it's entirety in one post) or adventures of the hunter on Planet Rether or crashlanding on planet sekan printing are brought to life or suddenly I wonder what it would be like to be a fish. I still think It would be cool to be a fish. But that's not the point. I post when I have something to say, which is great, but i also post when I have nothing to say. Or I post whatever randomness is floating in my head, which is fine too. I would appologzie BUT this IS my blog and it IS aptly titled. SO with that being said, brace yourselves, I'm getting bored again.
When I get bored, psycho odd posts come out. The likes of Guy Einsam (which I have decied to repost in it's entirety in one post) or adventures of the hunter on Planet Rether or crashlanding on planet sekan printing are brought to life or suddenly I wonder what it would be like to be a fish. I still think It would be cool to be a fish. But that's not the point. I post when I have something to say, which is great, but i also post when I have nothing to say. Or I post whatever randomness is floating in my head, which is fine too. I would appologzie BUT this IS my blog and it IS aptly titled. SO with that being said, brace yourselves, I'm getting bored again.
Friday, April 22, 2005
End of a day
Buncha tornados yesterday grazed Fort Scott. Kinda weirded me out with all the sirens going off. Nuthin more to say about that. I still have my house.
Kinda cool that I didn't have time to bolg today. Contrary to popular belief I prefer days like this. But nuff said about that.
Simon kept cheating at playing tag today. HE kept calling a new base every five seconds and wouldn't give me time to reach for it. I called "nelson is base" but he said you cant do that because people move and they can't be base. Besides nelson would probably end up beating the tar outta someone. I hear supervisors are allowed to do that..... especially when someone is playing tag at work and they are base. Boy I wish he intimidated me more, probably make life a lot easier on him.
I made a dog choke today. The bossman's brother has this toy schnowzer he has been bringing to work lately. I think the little ankle biter want's to pick a fight with the world, which I find hilarious because if you sneeze hard enough the dog would get blown away. So I walk into the office and the dog is eating a.. I don't even know. ANYWAY it sees me and is about ready to do it's usual freakout but it was in the middle of swallowing when I walked in. It took a breath to bark and something went down the wrong tube. It wouldn't of been so funny if the dog would of just coughed it out, but it had it's mind set on barking.
The result really made me smile... for the rest of the day.
ahhhhh good day.
Kinda cool that I didn't have time to bolg today. Contrary to popular belief I prefer days like this. But nuff said about that.
Simon kept cheating at playing tag today. HE kept calling a new base every five seconds and wouldn't give me time to reach for it. I called "nelson is base" but he said you cant do that because people move and they can't be base. Besides nelson would probably end up beating the tar outta someone. I hear supervisors are allowed to do that..... especially when someone is playing tag at work and they are base. Boy I wish he intimidated me more, probably make life a lot easier on him.
I made a dog choke today. The bossman's brother has this toy schnowzer he has been bringing to work lately. I think the little ankle biter want's to pick a fight with the world, which I find hilarious because if you sneeze hard enough the dog would get blown away. So I walk into the office and the dog is eating a.. I don't even know. ANYWAY it sees me and is about ready to do it's usual freakout but it was in the middle of swallowing when I walked in. It took a breath to bark and something went down the wrong tube. It wouldn't of been so funny if the dog would of just coughed it out, but it had it's mind set on barking.
The result really made me smile... for the rest of the day.
ahhhhh good day.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Thought collecting (fun hobby)
Lots of cleanup work and odds and ends today. It's kinda nice. Super easy stuff. I don't feel like being mentally stimulated today.
Ya ever notice that a Jagermeister symbol looks like a christian deer hunters organization patch?
Ya ever notice that when you wear colored sunglasses, all colors get reinterperted by the brain and all looks normal until you take them off and then it goes all weird again because the brain doesn't know how to see normal again?
ya ever notice that when the muffler falls off er car, it's only loud til you get used to it and then It's kinda fun?
Ya ever notice that when girls wear the same otufits to something they ge embarrest but if this happens to guys they might become great friends?
Ya ever notice that when you ask a question yer voice always goes up, and if you ask a question right after that uninterrupted, it goes down?
Example: Is the pop machine out of (up) coke? Or just out of (down) Dr pepper?
Ya ever notice when it's summer snowboarding is more appealing and in the winter wakeboarding is?
ya ever notice that it's not all that hard to throw out everything you ever learned in all those english classes and just type how you think and use words that dont exist?
know what?
mac's rule
EVEN MY MOM got a mac.
my mom rules.
or at least I'm saying that cause she might be reading this today cause I gave her this address...
hi mom.
howareya?
Ya ever notice that a Jagermeister symbol looks like a christian deer hunters organization patch?
Ya ever notice that when you wear colored sunglasses, all colors get reinterperted by the brain and all looks normal until you take them off and then it goes all weird again because the brain doesn't know how to see normal again?
ya ever notice that when the muffler falls off er car, it's only loud til you get used to it and then It's kinda fun?
Ya ever notice that when girls wear the same otufits to something they ge embarrest but if this happens to guys they might become great friends?
Ya ever notice that when you ask a question yer voice always goes up, and if you ask a question right after that uninterrupted, it goes down?
Example: Is the pop machine out of (up) coke? Or just out of (down) Dr pepper?
Ya ever notice when it's summer snowboarding is more appealing and in the winter wakeboarding is?
ya ever notice that it's not all that hard to throw out everything you ever learned in all those english classes and just type how you think and use words that dont exist?
know what?
mac's rule
EVEN MY MOM got a mac.
my mom rules.
or at least I'm saying that cause she might be reading this today cause I gave her this address...
hi mom.
howareya?
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Weird mood
Stuff changes.
It's life, It's totally my life.
always change.
That's all life is..
I series of changes
only one thing stays the same.
The love of the Christ for me.
But sometimes I wish that stuff would just stop for a while
So I can enjoy what is
Time flys to fast.
way to fast
but it's not a bad thing it's just life.
People come and go through out life.
Babies are born and people leave this earth to meet the deeds that they have done where there will be no setting sun.
Ya ever just want to stay this old?
I mean not like forever..
just for a while.
for a bit longer
just to hang on to....
I don't know whatever
but things change
people change
I've changed a heck of a lot
even in the last year, tons of things changed
I pray all change was to the glory of the Lord
new chapters all the time
but before a new one can start an old one must finish
ya ever read a long book with no chapters?
I bet it would be weird and hard to follow.
just in a weird mood that's all.
weird... kinda a funny word
wired
word
the weird wired word wrote wrong way while winging white wands wackaly.
k i made wackaly up....
:)
weirdo
It's life, It's totally my life.
always change.
That's all life is..
I series of changes
only one thing stays the same.
The love of the Christ for me.
But sometimes I wish that stuff would just stop for a while
So I can enjoy what is
Time flys to fast.
way to fast
but it's not a bad thing it's just life.
People come and go through out life.
Babies are born and people leave this earth to meet the deeds that they have done where there will be no setting sun.
Ya ever just want to stay this old?
I mean not like forever..
just for a while.
for a bit longer
just to hang on to....
I don't know whatever
but things change
people change
I've changed a heck of a lot
even in the last year, tons of things changed
I pray all change was to the glory of the Lord
new chapters all the time
but before a new one can start an old one must finish
ya ever read a long book with no chapters?
I bet it would be weird and hard to follow.
just in a weird mood that's all.
weird... kinda a funny word
wired
word
the weird wired word wrote wrong way while winging white wands wackaly.
k i made wackaly up....
:)
weirdo
MAC USERS
SWEEEEEEEET!!!
NEW SHORT CUT
NEW SHORT CUT
NEW SHORT CUT
NEW SHORT CUT
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAC OSX PANTHER FANS ALERT!
DO CONTROL/OPTION/COMMAND/8 WITH YOUR FINDER SELECTED!!!!!
HAPPY DAYS!!!!!
aaaaaaand for quark, oldie but goodie that I dearly love
select something and
shift/control/option/command/delete
:)
all other punk pc nerds can just imagine the fun.
ha!
(said under breath)
nerds......
NEW SHORT CUT
NEW SHORT CUT
NEW SHORT CUT
NEW SHORT CUT
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAC OSX PANTHER FANS ALERT!
DO CONTROL/OPTION/COMMAND/8 WITH YOUR FINDER SELECTED!!!!!
HAPPY DAYS!!!!!
aaaaaaand for quark, oldie but goodie that I dearly love
select something and
shift/control/option/command/delete
:)
all other punk pc nerds can just imagine the fun.
ha!
(said under breath)
nerds......
A letter to a friend
Hey I read your blog today and I was wondering who the guy was.... until I kept reading. :)
I never could keep a journal. I tried once and ended up burning it. I never understood how it worked. I almost envy you for being able to write in one. I once tried writitng a letter to Jesus but that didn't work either because I couldn't put feeling into it. I know they don't have a mail box in heaven so why write a letter when I can express my thoughts in my head just the same in fellowship with God? BUT THEN SOMETIMES I wonder If I have thoughts that I just cant get out and it takes either a journal or a best friend or something like a physcrist (or however you spell that) to get it out. I dunno. AND SOMETIMES I wonder if the moon is really made of cheese and if noah's flood killed fish too and why diet dr pepper tastes NOTHING like regular dr pepper when everybody says it does.
questions that will never be answered... but they don't bug me anymore, which is the coolest thing since sliced bread.
Anyhoo I'm glad you went on a date with Jesus. I need to again soon. We would go crusin in my jeep all the time til we broke it. We had great conversations. Sometimes we didn't even talk. We didn't need to talk, we just enjoyed being together. Sometimes it's too humbling to talk to him. I wonder why he even cares. Why we would get in the jeep with me. Why we would have such great converstions when I am nothing and he is everthing. But He doesn't see it. He see's me for what I am: forgiven..... because I asked him too. Honestly I don't understand, like so many other things I don't understand, but it doesn't keep me from believing. To believe what I am worth to him, but to understand what I am worth next to Him.
anyhoo your blog was very thought provoking and I'm glad you wrote it.
I hope you don't mind me sharing with everybody.
Have a wonderful whatever til I see you again.
Hopefully the Topeka thingy? (OH WOW DID I SPELL THAT RIGHT??)
anyhoo you rock.
see ya later
I never could keep a journal. I tried once and ended up burning it. I never understood how it worked. I almost envy you for being able to write in one. I once tried writitng a letter to Jesus but that didn't work either because I couldn't put feeling into it. I know they don't have a mail box in heaven so why write a letter when I can express my thoughts in my head just the same in fellowship with God? BUT THEN SOMETIMES I wonder If I have thoughts that I just cant get out and it takes either a journal or a best friend or something like a physcrist (or however you spell that) to get it out. I dunno. AND SOMETIMES I wonder if the moon is really made of cheese and if noah's flood killed fish too and why diet dr pepper tastes NOTHING like regular dr pepper when everybody says it does.
questions that will never be answered... but they don't bug me anymore, which is the coolest thing since sliced bread.
Anyhoo I'm glad you went on a date with Jesus. I need to again soon. We would go crusin in my jeep all the time til we broke it. We had great conversations. Sometimes we didn't even talk. We didn't need to talk, we just enjoyed being together. Sometimes it's too humbling to talk to him. I wonder why he even cares. Why we would get in the jeep with me. Why we would have such great converstions when I am nothing and he is everthing. But He doesn't see it. He see's me for what I am: forgiven..... because I asked him too. Honestly I don't understand, like so many other things I don't understand, but it doesn't keep me from believing. To believe what I am worth to him, but to understand what I am worth next to Him.
anyhoo your blog was very thought provoking and I'm glad you wrote it.
I hope you don't mind me sharing with everybody.
Have a wonderful whatever til I see you again.
Hopefully the Topeka thingy? (OH WOW DID I SPELL THAT RIGHT??)
anyhoo you rock.
see ya later
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
UMMMMMMM BORED
I shouldna finished that story that quick.....
hmmm..
now what?
crud.
bored hyku
what am i doing
I'm hiding from the boss man
you cannot find me!
hiding at my desk
well that is really stupid
the first place he'll look
but then i can't blog
that would seriously stink
so what do I do?
Forcefeild! I'm not here!
you cannot not see me boss man
this is me: not seen
don't look over here
why is he looking at me?
that's a job ticket!!!
crud.
HONESTLY WHO WORKS AT WORK????
hmmm..
now what?
crud.
bored hyku
what am i doing
I'm hiding from the boss man
you cannot find me!
hiding at my desk
well that is really stupid
the first place he'll look
but then i can't blog
that would seriously stink
so what do I do?
Forcefeild! I'm not here!
you cannot not see me boss man
this is me: not seen
don't look over here
why is he looking at me?
that's a job ticket!!!
crud.
HONESTLY WHO WORKS AT WORK????
spaceman spiff
Stardate...
tuesday. 9:30 am
I have crashed on what looked to be a deserted plantet. My local star charts have called this desolate place Sekan Printing Company. There seems to be no Intelligent life anywhere. I think I scout around to scan for life forms and to see if I cant find a dr pepper machine.
Captians log 9:40
After scouting around (and finding a dr pepper machine) I have come across various life forms. I don't like the look of it at all. This seems to be a planet of a very hostile nature. Upon an area deemed "the back" by the locals, I have found many torture devices. All of which seem to provide a new and compleltely different means of pain to the one being tortured. The weary forlorn look of the workers seem to indicate that they have already been subject to the machines which they work on. A short stubby being is approacing. He seems to command respect amound the workers, I am guessing he is the boss. I better hide.
captians log 9:50
I have seemed to elude the "boss" with no small effort. He seems to know I am here and is looking for me. I am not all to willing to be subjected to the devices in the "back". I narrowly escaped by hiding in what looks like a water closet. Devices everywhere in the room were made so at the pull of a lever, running water would come out. Odd. It smelled terrible in there. After the threat had passed I gladly resumed my exploring of this sadistic planet. I am currently in what looks like to be a control room. The markings of the three spheres I have seen on the star chart by the name SEKAN PRINTING COMPANY are everywhere. It must be a form of brain washing to these lowly life forms. Probably a means of forcing loyality upon the unwilling beings . Contol devices are everywhere. The room humms with them. The beings in this room have particularly weired me out. They just stare at the screens, some of which are as blank as the beings looking at them. One seems that it recognizes me....
He's...
trying to communicate.
Maybe I can get some information out of it that will lead to replacement parts to my ship....
I wonder if I could bargan with it...
captians log 10:00
Too late. Maybe if I had gotten to him sooner. The being I tried to communicate with seemed to be the officer of this deck. Communication is deemed impossible as jibberish seemed to be his only means. I'm lead to believe that the brain washing symbols seemed to have already done their work on this poor creature as he was reluctant, even seemed clueless where I could find an atomic hyperdrive for my ship. As luck would have it he did not call for his superiors to report an intruder, but seemed to think I was also a slave of this cursed place..... this... this.. sekan printing company. He directed me an unoccupied work station, blurited out some incoherient commands and left. If only this is a communication station, then I could notify the command center and report that the rumors across the univese are true. That there is an illegal operation (run by a ruthless evil) of capturing unwilling beings and forcing, through torture and brain washing, to perform some task. A task which escapes me. I must find out more before contacting my superiors.
captians log 10:30
Diabolical.
Star Command will hear of this.
It seems that this whole operation is....
I shutter to think it.......
bent on the extinction of a speicies that is native to this planet.
After gathering my wits, I have decied to sleek my way to the place called "the back" by the local prisoners. It seems my first impressions of the sadisic palce were a bit off.. but not by much. The beings running the devices have not been subjected to the same machines in which they run (although I do not doubt in the slightest that, by the look on their faces, they were subjected to torture at one time). I have taken matter samples of one of the subjects that had just been finished being "processed" (a very unplesant task). It seems to be of organic matter with supports my torture chamber theroy. I did not regonize the matter (but did not expect to either after the torture) so I cross refrenced the alien DNA and found......
they were torturing dead trees.
what foul beings?
what desolate heart dead to all feeling?
what diabolic mind would do such a thing?
evil.
it is up to me now.
I must bring the down fall of this evil place.
this...
this....
planet Sekan printing company.
I will not let those trees die in vain.
the snot with with atomic hyperdrive.
I MUST SAVE THE TREES!!!!
alan B if you are reading this...
yeah that one was for you.
Friday, April 15, 2005
prate to the core
:) <- (that's me smiling)
I wanna go to Japan. We should go. That is one cool culture. If anyone from Japan reads this, e-mail me and we will talk about hooking up somewhere Because I'll need a place to stay.
I wanna go.
BUT FIRST.
I wanna buy a car. I was looking at one of those TC coupes. Not one of those box thingys, but the sleek looking coupe. Me likey. And after I get that I'm driving to the north west coast with whoever wants to go with. I'm gonna pack a tent and a sleeping bag cause the summer it way too nice to spend in a hotel.
gas prices you say?
almost not a prolem with 30mpg.
I LOVE THE SUMMER
heck I love the winter, spring and fall too
but it's summer now.
and I cleaned my desk at work today..
and I can actually see the desktop
weird
and I'm back to drinking water.
I binged on dr pepper last week.
don't let mom know
I don't think she read this anyway.
I never though about that...
HI MOM!!
or if someone elses mom is reading this..
HI SOMEONE ELSES MOM!!
Today I am utilitzing valueable company by not only blogging BUT ALSO drawing house plans. Gotta do something....
I wore my favorite jeans today. They have a HUGE hole in the in the left knee. I think these are the rock climbing ones but I don't remember.
One time I was rock climbing and I got to a muddy 70 degreebluff edge that ended with a cliff and a river that was probably a lot closer then it looked (as things do whe you are that far above them). As I was going across gravity reminded me that it still existed and I started sliding in the mud. I didn't have any ropes cause this was freestyle. Anyhoo I see a root and put my weight on that which turned out to be a pretty terrible idea. The "root" turned out to be a large branch that got halfway buried in the mud and that helped nothing what-so-ever. So I fell.....
for a while...
yeah that hurt.
especially the part where my knee smacked a small out cropping of the cliff halfway down. I hit it so hard that It spun me pretty good and my jeans ripped, and thus my favorite jeans were born.... and a slight limp that you can only see if you look hard enough. Dad asked me once if I didn't like my body cause I punish it all the time.
I just love to live....
or at least I am learning too.
I wanna go to Japan. We should go. That is one cool culture. If anyone from Japan reads this, e-mail me and we will talk about hooking up somewhere Because I'll need a place to stay.
I wanna go.
BUT FIRST.
I wanna buy a car. I was looking at one of those TC coupes. Not one of those box thingys, but the sleek looking coupe. Me likey. And after I get that I'm driving to the north west coast with whoever wants to go with. I'm gonna pack a tent and a sleeping bag cause the summer it way too nice to spend in a hotel.
gas prices you say?
almost not a prolem with 30mpg.
I LOVE THE SUMMER
heck I love the winter, spring and fall too
but it's summer now.
and I cleaned my desk at work today..
and I can actually see the desktop
weird
and I'm back to drinking water.
I binged on dr pepper last week.
don't let mom know
I don't think she read this anyway.
I never though about that...
HI MOM!!
or if someone elses mom is reading this..
HI SOMEONE ELSES MOM!!
Today I am utilitzing valueable company by not only blogging BUT ALSO drawing house plans. Gotta do something....
I wore my favorite jeans today. They have a HUGE hole in the in the left knee. I think these are the rock climbing ones but I don't remember.
One time I was rock climbing and I got to a muddy 70 degreebluff edge that ended with a cliff and a river that was probably a lot closer then it looked (as things do whe you are that far above them). As I was going across gravity reminded me that it still existed and I started sliding in the mud. I didn't have any ropes cause this was freestyle. Anyhoo I see a root and put my weight on that which turned out to be a pretty terrible idea. The "root" turned out to be a large branch that got halfway buried in the mud and that helped nothing what-so-ever. So I fell.....
for a while...
yeah that hurt.
especially the part where my knee smacked a small out cropping of the cliff halfway down. I hit it so hard that It spun me pretty good and my jeans ripped, and thus my favorite jeans were born.... and a slight limp that you can only see if you look hard enough. Dad asked me once if I didn't like my body cause I punish it all the time.
I just love to live....
or at least I am learning too.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
in the words of MWS
Give It Away
She asked him for forever and a promise that would last
He said, "Babe, you know I love you, but I can't commit to that"
She said love isn't love 'til you give it away.
A father lived in silence
saw his son become a man
There was a distance felt between them
'Cause he could not understand
That love isn't love 'til you give it away
You gotta give it away
As we live
moving side by side
May we learn to give
Learn to sacrifice.
We can entertain compassion for a world in need of care
But the road of good intentions doesn't lead to anywhere
'Cause love isn't love 'til you give it away
You gotta give it away
Love is like a river
flowing down from the Giver of life
We drink from the water
and our thirst is no longer denied
you gotta give it away
There was a Man who walked on water
He came to set the people free
He was the ultimate example
of what love can truly be
'Cause His love was his life
And He gave it away
You gotta give it away
-yeah MWS pretty much rocks my world
She asked him for forever and a promise that would last
He said, "Babe, you know I love you, but I can't commit to that"
She said love isn't love 'til you give it away.
A father lived in silence
saw his son become a man
There was a distance felt between them
'Cause he could not understand
That love isn't love 'til you give it away
You gotta give it away
As we live
moving side by side
May we learn to give
Learn to sacrifice.
We can entertain compassion for a world in need of care
But the road of good intentions doesn't lead to anywhere
'Cause love isn't love 'til you give it away
You gotta give it away
Love is like a river
flowing down from the Giver of life
We drink from the water
and our thirst is no longer denied
you gotta give it away
There was a Man who walked on water
He came to set the people free
He was the ultimate example
of what love can truly be
'Cause His love was his life
And He gave it away
You gotta give it away
-yeah MWS pretty much rocks my world
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I love.
Someone asked me what I loved the other day,
it felt really good to zone out and concentrate on those things.
Seems like lately I haven't thought on them enough
so I did and it was wonderful and I would like to share.
I love rain when it's warm outside
I love a good talk with great friends
I love climbing trees
I love climbing rocks
I LOVE CLIMBING
I love being outside in a place where you can't tell if anyone has ever been there
I love little kids
I love a fireplace when it's cold, I love taking off my shirt and laying in front of it and letting the fire warm my back
I love staring at the stars when it's super dark out
I love going to places that i have never been to before
I love exprierencing new things
I love being loved by others
I love honesty
I love intergrity in high places. I love working for people worth working for
I love water. I love the way it sounds when it goes over rocks and fallen branches
I love majestic things in nature that man couldn't possibably reproduce
I love that time in the morning between night and sunrise on camping trips where it's barely starting to get light and there is a haze in the forest. So peaceful.
I love that time in the summer between sunset and night
I love catching lightning bugs (fireflys)
I love a good dog. The Dog that's had a big day and just wants to lay down on my lap. I love it the most when the dog is bigger then me. I love a dog that has never been shown anything but love, because it doesn't know how to show anything but love back
I love going down a river and coming around the bend and seeing a eagle or a crane. I love it when the otters are so busy playing that they dont see or don't even care that you have stopped to watch.
I love a good snow in the country
I love being able to be completely honest with my closest of friends
it felt really good to zone out and concentrate on those things.
Seems like lately I haven't thought on them enough
so I did and it was wonderful and I would like to share.
I love rain when it's warm outside
I love a good talk with great friends
I love climbing trees
I love climbing rocks
I LOVE CLIMBING
I love being outside in a place where you can't tell if anyone has ever been there
I love little kids
I love a fireplace when it's cold, I love taking off my shirt and laying in front of it and letting the fire warm my back
I love staring at the stars when it's super dark out
I love going to places that i have never been to before
I love exprierencing new things
I love being loved by others
I love honesty
I love intergrity in high places. I love working for people worth working for
I love water. I love the way it sounds when it goes over rocks and fallen branches
I love majestic things in nature that man couldn't possibably reproduce
I love that time in the morning between night and sunrise on camping trips where it's barely starting to get light and there is a haze in the forest. So peaceful.
I love that time in the summer between sunset and night
I love catching lightning bugs (fireflys)
I love a good dog. The Dog that's had a big day and just wants to lay down on my lap. I love it the most when the dog is bigger then me. I love a dog that has never been shown anything but love, because it doesn't know how to show anything but love back
I love going down a river and coming around the bend and seeing a eagle or a crane. I love it when the otters are so busy playing that they dont see or don't even care that you have stopped to watch.
I love a good snow in the country
I love being able to be completely honest with my closest of friends
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
A fun day here in the land of cyan
i like cyan
and NO THATS NOT BLUE.
IT'S CYAN. that's it's name.
cyan.
I don't call you bob... unless you were bob.
(hi bob)
it has a name it's called cyan.
I had a little debate over color names and primary colors while walkin at 2 in the morning on saturday. We talked about light vs ink specturms and what colors are what. Ya just don't do that with a printer.
so today is a cyan day.
facts that you don't really care about but I'm gonna tell you anyway:
all press inks (execpt for premixed pantone spot inks) are actually transparent pigments.
Press inks are not really ink but a gel.
the "perfect blue" is not cyan alone but has a mix of 72 percent magenta and around 7 percent black.
I love that.
cyan isnt blue until you add magenta and black
why?
because cyan is needs help to be what it was ment to be.
magenta is not red.
magenta knows that.
:)
magenta also knows that if it wants to be red it needs 100 percent help from yellow.
they all need help from each other to make perfect colors, that's the way they were made. They were made to be printed on top of each other (not mixed like popular belief). They were made transparent so the others could show through them while adding what they can in the process. All colors are there for each other to put forth the best possible colors; colors that wouldn't of been able to be made without each other.
Best part is that they need a light to shine through them in order to be used in the first place. without the light from another source there would be no point. They need that light til it becomes their purpose to help each other to reflect that light in ways that can't be done by thenselves.
today is a cyan day. I know I need help to be the blue I wanna be (it's my favorite color ya know). And that's what friends are for. If I'm crusing at an altitude of 30 thousand feet, or driving the way way long way home on purpose. Thank you guys for laying your color on top of mine.
and NO THATS NOT BLUE.
IT'S CYAN. that's it's name.
cyan.
I don't call you bob... unless you were bob.
(hi bob)
it has a name it's called cyan.
I had a little debate over color names and primary colors while walkin at 2 in the morning on saturday. We talked about light vs ink specturms and what colors are what. Ya just don't do that with a printer.
so today is a cyan day.
facts that you don't really care about but I'm gonna tell you anyway:
all press inks (execpt for premixed pantone spot inks) are actually transparent pigments.
Press inks are not really ink but a gel.
the "perfect blue" is not cyan alone but has a mix of 72 percent magenta and around 7 percent black.
I love that.
cyan isnt blue until you add magenta and black
why?
because cyan is needs help to be what it was ment to be.
magenta is not red.
magenta knows that.
:)
magenta also knows that if it wants to be red it needs 100 percent help from yellow.
they all need help from each other to make perfect colors, that's the way they were made. They were made to be printed on top of each other (not mixed like popular belief). They were made transparent so the others could show through them while adding what they can in the process. All colors are there for each other to put forth the best possible colors; colors that wouldn't of been able to be made without each other.
Best part is that they need a light to shine through them in order to be used in the first place. without the light from another source there would be no point. They need that light til it becomes their purpose to help each other to reflect that light in ways that can't be done by thenselves.
today is a cyan day. I know I need help to be the blue I wanna be (it's my favorite color ya know). And that's what friends are for. If I'm crusing at an altitude of 30 thousand feet, or driving the way way long way home on purpose. Thank you guys for laying your color on top of mine.
Monday, April 11, 2005
knock knock...
whos there?
drained...
really you too?
yup
like how drained?
so drained tha...zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
My weekend rocked.
Excellent talks
excellent friends
excellent times in excellent jets having excellent talks with excellent friends.
AND
excellent pictures which I will NOT be posting because my stupid flickr account is full for this month....
stupid flickr.... not so excellent
this on this Washington DC trip to go see alan that were not excellent:
um.......
24 hours in a day are not enough
2 days in a weekend are not enough
the fact that the human body needs sleep (I always hated that fact)
know what?
I need a haircut.
drained...
really you too?
yup
like how drained?
so drained tha...zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
My weekend rocked.
Excellent talks
excellent friends
excellent times in excellent jets having excellent talks with excellent friends.
AND
excellent pictures which I will NOT be posting because my stupid flickr account is full for this month....
stupid flickr.... not so excellent
this on this Washington DC trip to go see alan that were not excellent:
um.......
24 hours in a day are not enough
2 days in a weekend are not enough
the fact that the human body needs sleep (I always hated that fact)
know what?
I need a haircut.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
so...
interesting week
but if you called me and asked me how I am,
I would probably say fine
monumental mountain range cleared
old hurt finaly propery bandaged so it can heal and I can get on with my life
and then a whole new furnace comes in
completely different trial
yet the answer is so much the same
I cast all my care upon You,
I lay all of my burdens down at your feet
and anytime (stinkin all of the time) I don't know what to do
I will cast all of my cares upon you
the one stop shop
the cure all cross
all doubt
all fear
all hope
all relationships
all love
all anger (so cool that this is not even an issue any more)
all dreams
all realities
God I give them all to you,
my life is yours
do with it as you seem fit.
I read last night about the furnace.
How those boys had no fear
They didn't know what was going to happen
but reguardless they were sold out to God
Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter. If it be so, our God whom we serve IS ABLE to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.
before this time everyone everyone prior to addressing spake and said to the king Nebuchadnezzar "O king, live for ever."
now these punk kids from a conquered nation are in his face and say "look were not gonna be careful answering you here. I know that my God has the power to save me from any fire you can come up with. He can even save me from you, O King.
BUT IF HE DOESNT
we'll die before we serve your gods."
this enraged the King.
the had to know it was gonna.
but they trusted that God would do what what best in their lives
If that meant death
If that meant to be fireproof
do I have the faith it takes to be fireproof?
do I have the faith it takes to stand up to a king?
do I have the faith it takes to stand up to my own heart?
Father, grant me faith that all things work together to good for those who love the LORD and are called according to his purpose. Father give me the faith to believe I am fireproof. Be with me in this furnace that I may be a witness to others when I walk out unharmed.
Give me faith
Give me peace
Give me strength to endure and overcome
Thank you Father for the crosses you have given me to bare that I might use them to draw closer to you.
In Christ name.
ask me how I am
because my answer is I am blessed
so...
have you guys gotten outta the boat yet?
but if you called me and asked me how I am,
I would probably say fine
monumental mountain range cleared
old hurt finaly propery bandaged so it can heal and I can get on with my life
and then a whole new furnace comes in
completely different trial
yet the answer is so much the same
I cast all my care upon You,
I lay all of my burdens down at your feet
and anytime (stinkin all of the time) I don't know what to do
I will cast all of my cares upon you
the one stop shop
the cure all cross
all doubt
all fear
all hope
all relationships
all love
all anger (so cool that this is not even an issue any more)
all dreams
all realities
God I give them all to you,
my life is yours
do with it as you seem fit.
I read last night about the furnace.
How those boys had no fear
They didn't know what was going to happen
but reguardless they were sold out to God
Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter. If it be so, our God whom we serve IS ABLE to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.
before this time everyone everyone prior to addressing spake and said to the king Nebuchadnezzar "O king, live for ever."
now these punk kids from a conquered nation are in his face and say "look were not gonna be careful answering you here. I know that my God has the power to save me from any fire you can come up with. He can even save me from you, O King.
BUT IF HE DOESNT
we'll die before we serve your gods."
this enraged the King.
the had to know it was gonna.
but they trusted that God would do what what best in their lives
If that meant death
If that meant to be fireproof
do I have the faith it takes to be fireproof?
do I have the faith it takes to stand up to a king?
do I have the faith it takes to stand up to my own heart?
Father, grant me faith that all things work together to good for those who love the LORD and are called according to his purpose. Father give me the faith to believe I am fireproof. Be with me in this furnace that I may be a witness to others when I walk out unharmed.
Give me faith
Give me peace
Give me strength to endure and overcome
Thank you Father for the crosses you have given me to bare that I might use them to draw closer to you.
In Christ name.
ask me how I am
because my answer is I am blessed
so...
have you guys gotten outta the boat yet?
Monday, April 04, 2005
Amazing, simply amazing
Two days, that's all it was.
I sit here wanting to type what I feel in the worst way, but there are no words to describe this.
My eyes are red and I have a lump in my throat.
Restoration
To my Dad: I Love you and I am blest to have you as my Dad. I love you I love you I love you. Forgiveness is not forgetting, Jesus will never forget the price he paid for our forgiveness. He will bare the Scars of the cross for all eternity but he uses them to show us how much he loves us. Scars are only marks of what was. Not what is. To look at them and remember the pain is not what they are there for. To look at them and to see what was overcome, that's the key. So overcome... how? Through the scars of Christ. To remember the cross. To remember what was done... for me, for you Dad.
when I survey the wondrous cross, on which the prince of Glory died, my richest gains I count a loss and pour CONTEMPT on all my PRIDE.
That's where I lay my hurt down. At the foot of the cross
This is where my healing begins. At the foot of the cross
I love you Dad.
To Mom
I love coming to see you.
I love it that we butt heads.
I love it that we are so Stinking independent.
I love that it neither of us are ever wrong. (Although we share opposite opinions.)
AND I LOVE IT that an hour later, you sit on top of me when I'm on the couch and poke me and whisper in my ear "wad ya doin". And everything is gone. You are impossible to hold a grudge against..... jerk.
To livi.
(said in accents switching from irish to english to scottish)
IIIII'vvvvvvee got sunshinnneeeee
ona cloudeeeeyy day....
when it's cold outsiiiiiiiiiiiiide
i've
got
the
month...
of maaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy
I miss holding you I miss loving you I miss kissing your forehead I miss the way you giggle I miss when WE laugh our hardest and it looks and sounds like a mime having a seizure. An I loved getting it all in one day.
Thank you for letting me gush. Even in front of friends. (yours and mine) I'm sorry if I embarrass you. When I'm around you I hafta at least hug you or hold you arm or JUST poke you or I'll explode.
Joel
You are so beautiful to meeeee.....
Gimme the remote!!! NEVER!!!!
Kidney punch! Kidney punch!
SNACK RUN!!
beat you like a brown haired step child.... oh wait..
pringles pizza or sour cream and onion OR origional..... I HATE THESE TOUGH CHOICES IN LIFE!!!
YOU: Do you know how dumb you look????
ME: NO!! Do YOU know how dumb I look????
never ending silly songs with larry.
sizzor lock tickles.
YOU HAVE FOUR STINKIN PILLOWS!!!! Gimme one.
Take your glasses off cause mom would kill us if those broke.
Should we really be drinking caffeine?
YOU: Bad hair day huh?
ME: Bad face year huh?....... bad llama.
I love you Joel and everything about you
now please Gimme back the batteries for the remote, I wanna see the silly songs with larry again.... for the fifth time...
To my Friend of friends.
what can I say that I already haven't said to you?
what I can tell you
to show you how I feel
to let you know
how much your friendship means to me
how much I am blessed by God to have a friend like you
so what can I say to make you understand?
I got nuthin.
so know that tonight when I go home..
before I go to bed..
after I brush my teeth.
I'm gonna floss.
:)
One weekend, one simply amazing weekend.
Heavenly Father,
I am speechless before thee.
I have not words to say to describe my gratitude for all you have blessed me with. I came in empty not knowing what to expect. You have filled my cup to overflowing. I am not worthy to be blessed as I am. Thank you for your forgiveness. Thank you for giving me the Grace to know how to truly forgive. Thank you for this weekend. Thank you for this April.
In Christ name I pray.
Brothers, Sisters,
It's time to get outta the Boat
and walk to Him
I sit here wanting to type what I feel in the worst way, but there are no words to describe this.
My eyes are red and I have a lump in my throat.
Restoration
To my Dad: I Love you and I am blest to have you as my Dad. I love you I love you I love you. Forgiveness is not forgetting, Jesus will never forget the price he paid for our forgiveness. He will bare the Scars of the cross for all eternity but he uses them to show us how much he loves us. Scars are only marks of what was. Not what is. To look at them and remember the pain is not what they are there for. To look at them and to see what was overcome, that's the key. So overcome... how? Through the scars of Christ. To remember the cross. To remember what was done... for me, for you Dad.
when I survey the wondrous cross, on which the prince of Glory died, my richest gains I count a loss and pour CONTEMPT on all my PRIDE.
That's where I lay my hurt down. At the foot of the cross
This is where my healing begins. At the foot of the cross
I love you Dad.
To Mom
I love coming to see you.
I love it that we butt heads.
I love it that we are so Stinking independent.
I love that it neither of us are ever wrong. (Although we share opposite opinions.)
AND I LOVE IT that an hour later, you sit on top of me when I'm on the couch and poke me and whisper in my ear "wad ya doin". And everything is gone. You are impossible to hold a grudge against..... jerk.
To livi.
(said in accents switching from irish to english to scottish)
IIIII'vvvvvvee got sunshinnneeeee
ona cloudeeeeyy day....
when it's cold outsiiiiiiiiiiiiide
i've
got
the
month...
of maaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy
I miss holding you I miss loving you I miss kissing your forehead I miss the way you giggle I miss when WE laugh our hardest and it looks and sounds like a mime having a seizure. An I loved getting it all in one day.
Thank you for letting me gush. Even in front of friends. (yours and mine) I'm sorry if I embarrass you. When I'm around you I hafta at least hug you or hold you arm or JUST poke you or I'll explode.
Joel
You are so beautiful to meeeee.....
Gimme the remote!!! NEVER!!!!
Kidney punch! Kidney punch!
SNACK RUN!!
beat you like a brown haired step child.... oh wait..
pringles pizza or sour cream and onion OR origional..... I HATE THESE TOUGH CHOICES IN LIFE!!!
YOU: Do you know how dumb you look????
ME: NO!! Do YOU know how dumb I look????
never ending silly songs with larry.
sizzor lock tickles.
YOU HAVE FOUR STINKIN PILLOWS!!!! Gimme one.
Take your glasses off cause mom would kill us if those broke.
Should we really be drinking caffeine?
YOU: Bad hair day huh?
ME: Bad face year huh?....... bad llama.
I love you Joel and everything about you
now please Gimme back the batteries for the remote, I wanna see the silly songs with larry again.... for the fifth time...
To my Friend of friends.
what can I say that I already haven't said to you?
what I can tell you
to show you how I feel
to let you know
how much your friendship means to me
how much I am blessed by God to have a friend like you
so what can I say to make you understand?
I got nuthin.
so know that tonight when I go home..
before I go to bed..
after I brush my teeth.
I'm gonna floss.
:)
One weekend, one simply amazing weekend.
Heavenly Father,
I am speechless before thee.
I have not words to say to describe my gratitude for all you have blessed me with. I came in empty not knowing what to expect. You have filled my cup to overflowing. I am not worthy to be blessed as I am. Thank you for your forgiveness. Thank you for giving me the Grace to know how to truly forgive. Thank you for this weekend. Thank you for this April.
In Christ name I pray.
Brothers, Sisters,
It's time to get outta the Boat
and walk to Him
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