On Socks...

I love weird socks... the funkier the better. I used to have to wear pantyhose all the time. So, as soon as I could, I would wear socks that were not at all appropriate for the clothes I was wearing. I have camo socks, but the colours are various shades of blue and purple. I have socks with flowers all over them, and multi coloured and non-matching polka dots in red, orange blue, etc. I would wear them under my khaki uniform at the coffeeshop. My customers got a kick out of them. I also have snoopy socks, mickey mouse socks. I used to wear them under slacks with my dress shoes. A friend of mine went to Tiawan to visit her sister. For my birthday, she brought me back socks. She brought some nice red and grey argyle socks. They are not too funky, but they are fun. She also gave me bright purple socks with bright red polka dots trimmed in white. She also gave me red, purple, grey striped socks with black and white flowers on them. They come up to my calves and really belong on a clown, but I love them best of all. I would feel much more staid than I have to be if I didn't have my funky sock obsession. Long Live the Funky Sock!

comme dit par Angel 8:28:00 PM

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ULU

Driving, hard, easy, smooth... just a few words to describe the sound coming at me, at once friendly, at once antagonistic. It was alive, it was a being, a distinct personality.

I usually don't like keyboards in a band, adding a smarmy feel to what could be real, interrupting beats with an out of character sound, keyboards don't sound *quite* like the real thing. But this keyboardist knew that, making the keyboard do weird things, recording sounds and using them, in a way that blended in with the surroundings completely. His efforts were backed up by the drummer and the bassist. The bass was wicked, keeping beat when the drums went crazy, going crazy when the drum kept beat. I don't know enough about reviews to explain, but the bass beats reached out and grabbed you.

The drums were sick! Need I say more? The drummer played as if a misstep by him wasn't possible, switching from fast to slow as easily as breathing. The saxophone was at once caustic and friendly, assaulting then cajoling and it was all good. He put down the saxophone and picked up the flute, and it wasn't your grandma's flute either, but pure funk singing through the air. And when he was done with that, he played his drink bottle, like down home jazz unlike any other.

The music was like words swirling around me. I closed my eyes to read each song, listening closely as the stream of conscious melody flowed around me. It was jazz, it was funk, it was both and it was good. It was the kind of music you could fall in love with, the butterflies in the stomach love.

And it was good.

comme dit par Angel 5:00:00 PM

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Why are little kids always in danger of running out into the street and getting hit by cars?

comme dit par Angel 11:48:00 AM

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The first time I was in Los Angeles, I had a hard time of things. I was not used to being in an environment that didn't instantly accept me, like being in school. I was part of a writing program and all of the other participants had their own lives for the most part.. They didn't know me well enough to include me. We went on a spiritual retreat in the mountains of malibu and afterwards, on a rock facing the ocean, in between snapping pictures of crashing surf, I came to a decision. I was not going to be locked into this depression that was threatening to change my effervescence. I was not going to allow myself to be cowed by a city much bigger than I'd ever been a part of. I was not going to let its overwhelm pressure me to be what I was not. Shy. I once was shy, but no longer. I have strength and courage and light. I can go out and make things happen. So I did.

I went walking down Hollywood and ran into Australians. Not literally... but almost. I must have an engaging smile, because I heard them speak and I looked over and smiled and ended up having coffee and talking about cultural differences until 4 o'clock in the morning. I went driving around and, instead of fearing getting lost, I discovered I could find my way through this city just like I was at home. I even made friends with my fellow writers, and they have been some of the richest friendships I've known.

As I lived in this new found discovery, I decided that, as a comedic writer, I should go to the Improv. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I'd always wanted to go to the Improv. So I went. I stood in line. I got in and sat at the bar. A balding gentleman bought me a drink. I saw Jay Mohr and Bill Maher(sp?) both of which are short. I walked around and read the pictures on the wall. I met a woman who easily made friends with every person at the bar and did a little eye flirtation with the bartender. When the show was starting, I walked in with my ticket, basically my paid receipt. The hostess asked if I was with a party. No, I'm by myself, I said. She pointed me to a table. It was not close to the stage, but it wasn't far away either. No table was far away. It was in the shadows, as though the club feared the taint of its single customers. I was by myself at this table and I wondered if everyone who came by themselves got placed here, out of the spotlight. A few minutes later a guy, who seemed to feel just as ashamed as the table placement forced him to be, ambled towards the table. He grinned sheepishly as he sat down, fearing he'd invaded my space. All loners are welcome here, I said. He was from England and we joked about how much we enjoyed L.A. He stayed in a hostel and the next day, we drove around looking at Hollywood houses. We spent 5 dollars on a map and searched out the habitations of each member of the Original Rat Pack. Sammy's house is well hidden, but we got some good pictures of Dean's. We ate at Baja's Mexican Grill and parted company. I think he's married now and well on his way to finishing his novel.

The show was funny, full of comedians I'd never heard of. At the end of the show, we were treated with a surprise as comedians I had heard of came out and did a bit of improv. Wayne Brady is hilarious. That's what I learned, anyway.

When the writing program ended, we had a closing ceremony. The main speaker was Tom Wilson. He sat at my table because my mentor was the director of the program. He almost spilled water on everyone and I thanked him for knocking over his glass first. I didn't feel so bad when I did the same thing. We traded jokes and when he got up to speak, he made a reference to his wife, gesturing towards me. I played along, waving to those around me. He talked about his family life and there was much humour and love. When the ceremony was over, we took pictures and people congratulated me on helping him as much as he alluded to in his speech. I came clean. I'm not sure if everyone appreciated the joke. I have pictures, though, and that's all that matters.

In some ways, I fear going back to Los Angeles. I have some good friends there now. I'm making more. However, I will, in essence, be on my own. I never thought I would be returning, thinking my lot would be to continue in fiction and poetry in Macon, GA. I will continue that kind of writing, but as each days grows closer, my desire to be a part of the Body in Los Angeles, my desire to minister through my writing, my desire to be a part of a medium I love, television, also grows. What excitement exists in what tomorrow brings? You may find out with me *grin*

comme dit par Angel 3:45:00 PM

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It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood....

*sigh*
No more closets with pastel sweaters
Or girl puppets that sound like a man straining his voice
But, "let's make the most of this beautiful day"

Sleep Sweet Mr. Rogers

comme dit par Angel 12:01:00 PM

. . .

To go in line with my other kissing posts...

He kisses the lips
Who give a right answer (Prov. 24:26, NLT)

comme dit par Angel 10:18:00 PM

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The truth hurts for a moment. A lie hurts for a long time.

comme dit par Angel 10:16:00 PM

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Addendum

Kevin Smith

comme dit par Angel 8:42:00 PM

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Funny Men

Steven Wright - Get some good fun here

Steve Buscemi - In the Wedding Singer, that's when I fell in love with his humour. Well, I found him funny in Con Air as well. Especially when he didn't eat the girl.

Dave Chappelle - Comedy Central all the way! It all started with Half-Baked... "Right near the beach" said in a Jamaican accent. He can get a bit spastic, but he's pretty funny. I have not seen Chappelle's show, but I know it's good.

Mike Myers - Don't get me started on Dr. Evil!

Owen Wilson - Bottle Rocket... isn't that enough?

Conan O'Brien - He should also be on my "Men I Find Strangely Attractive" list. I love his show, which I see every afternoon on Comedy Central.

Will Ferrell - The funniest man on the planet... Validated in Old School. Go see it if you already agree with me.

Of course, there are so many more... and many of them make their homes in my links list... the funny ones know who I'm talking about *grin*

comme dit par Angel 8:40:00 PM

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There are many things I object to in this movie. It is not a movie that everyone should see. But to say I didn't laugh the hardest I've ever laughed would be a lie. I'm done talking about Donnie Darko (although it's still whirling through my mind). I'm talking about Old School. It's the story of a guy starting over after ending a relationship. With his house being so close to campus and the fun that was had at a house warming party thrown by his friends, starting a Fraternity seemed the logical way to "hooking" him up and helping his married friends have some fun away from home. Starring Luke Wilson (yum), Will Ferrell, Vince Vaughn and others, they did what guys do best... making fools of themselves, complaining about women and marriage, being enticed by women much younger than them, but also having the best times of their lives. Somehow, men seem to do that better than women. Maybe because they don't have much on their minds. I don't know. Anyway, I laughed throughout the entire movie. I laughed at stuff I didn't find funny when I saw the trailer. I laughed at stuff I saw many, many times in the trailers. If I went to see it again, I would laugh just as hard. I can't help remembering the "picking up the pledges" scene. There was female nudity. But what was refreshing is that there was just as much male nudity. Maybe more. Not the finest specimens, but... well... you get the picture. Will Ferrell has to be the funniest person on the planet. I don't believe I've laughed so hard at one person not doing a stand up routine. Luke Wilson did his normal job of playing someone that is dragged into something by his friends, but he does a good job of turning into "The Godfather"... someone that will not be pushed around. He's still goofy, which makes this great. He does goofy well.

I wasn't sure on what level to watch this film... It was definitely a film I looked forward to though some of the elements of it took me by surprise. The progressiveness of nudity was a bit shocking and scary... soon, we will not be afraid to show fully nude male and female figures and it will come without much warning. The nudity is gratuitous.
As a comedian, watching the spoken and unspoken humour was... excellent. As I said, the scene where they drive around town grabbing the men who want to pledge their Fraternity was excellent. Also, the Vince Vaughns talks. And Will Ferrell. Every scene with him was sheer comedic joy. The birthday party... excellent.
The portrayal of men and women were not as shallow as I thought in some instances. The marriage of Ferrell's character could have used a little more development.

If I had to make a choice, I would say I liked the movie. The fact that I can't recommend it to everyone I see makes me hold back on my praise, but I did like it. But that's just my opinion.

comme dit par Angel 9:19:00 PM

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Guys I Find Strangely Attractive:
or Robert McKee Would Not Approve

Nicholas Cage... it all started with Leaving Las Vegas... excellently well acted movie on his part. It continued to Face/Off. I thought he did a better job of playing two different characters. I didn't want to see him turn back into the bad guy. I saw Adaptation and I love Nicholas Cage in it. Con Air... okay... not so much, but it led me to my next strange attraction

John Malcovich... I think it was maybe his character... I don't know... do I like sociopathic killers with college vocabularies? I don't know, maybe if I met one.... I still have no explanation for why I haven't seen Being John Malcovich.

Don Cheadle... I think he's a excellent actor and, while I wouldn't have his babies, I love the football commercials... I think that's what did it, really... cause I love football.

Luke Wilson... he was always kinda goofy so I ignored him. The only reason he's included in the strangely attractive list is because, while watching The Royal Tenenbaums, I didn't really pay attention to him until he shaved all of his hair, right before he tried to kill himself. As he was laying in puddles of his own blood, I was still in shock at his transformation from goofy tennis star to totally hot man with a Superman jaw. I would have his babies.

Christopher Walken... I don't know what it was about the Dead Zone, but I have always wanted to get to know Christopher Walken. Maybe because he's so weird. I can't say I've seen everything he's been in... everyone who knows me and my CW fascination has told me to watch the movies where he's an angel, but still have never seen them. I like that he mainly plays bad guys, but he's soooo funny. I was watching Saturday Night Live on Comedy Central and he was the host and he was excellent... And I loved that he just broke out into dance in the one song... was it by Fatboy Slim?

I'm sure that's a short list. Attraction, fascination, etc... I like talent and, whatever they look like, these guys have it in spades.

comme dit par Angel 3:10:00 PM

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My worship is sown in tears
Streams of life painting my face
The likes of which I've never seen
Washing away the ghosts of regret

My worship is sown in heartache
Giving up the life I know
Giving up the comfort that's grown
Because of the Son I've met

My worship is sown in love
Everything that sings in me, talks in me
Heart is bursting to be, it's given to me
And I'll find no other like it

My worship is sown in defeat
I have lost more rounds than I've known to win
But I've grown much taller in the shadows of it
Than if I'd won them all

My worship is sown in weakness
Weak even though I have the strength
Weak even though I fight it long and hard
Weak because only then I AM strong

My worship is sown in tears
Not from what I had and lost
Not from battles that have cost
But because the Battle is won

My worship is sown at all
Because life has offered me more through death
Therein I will sing in praise
Therein I rejoice in life, whether here or Home

comme dit par Angel 2:57:00 PM

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I wonder how I can trigger a Monterey Match-Up... Or do I just want Carne Asada Bravado?

comme dit par Angel 1:45:00 PM

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Donnie Darko
Jake Gyllenhaal leads a star filled cast as a delusional high school student visited by a demonic rabbit with eerie visions of the past and deadly predictions for the future.

With lines like that, you can see why the movie never really called to me to watch. The last time I saw something with a giant rabbit, he was chopping people in the stomach with an axe... well, that's what I remember from The Shining at 7 years old. That, and the river of blood pouring down the hall. I still sometimes walk wide of corners.

But because it was on someone's top 100 movies list (# 14) AND had been given to me, I decided it would be worth a watch.

My sister has gotten into the habit of asking me questions about a movie, even though we're both watching the same movie for the first time. I make my guesses and, most times, they turn out to be right. However, I could not accurately guess anything in this movie. I found myself slowly pulled into nonsense, trying to figure it out before the end. When it was over, I exhaled, hoping illumination was at the end. There was none. It was intriguing and, if not for the late hour, I would have watched it again. There were things I missed... though I'm not sure if it would be worth finding out. The movie continues to play in my mind... things remembered and plenty of questions. One question is: Was Donnie Darko the first Final Destination?

comme dit par Angel 2:21:00 PM

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The Man I Love by Billie Holiday

Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand
Then in a little while
He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home
That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love

I also love hitting my head repeatedly on a wall.... grrrrrrrr

comme dit par Angel 12:45:00 PM

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I've been thinking alot about love lately. I have been wishing love were easy. You know, the kind of thing that takes thought only in when, not what if, as if it were a far gone conclusion. I have been wishing love did not clench your insides so much, but be something light and breezy, something that washes over you, like a song. I've been wishing love had more to do with happiness than heartache. Don't get me wrong, I would rather have love with all of the emotion, but sometimes, I wish waiting wasn't as hard as it's turning out to be. This is an incomplete thought, but something to chew on before I delete it Monday and start all over again.
Have a great weekend folks.

comme dit par Angel 8:57:00 PM

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I tried a new cookie recipe today. I made peanut butter cookies with peanut butter and chocolate chips. I decided to go with maple flavouring instead of vanilla but I added vanilla pudding and used less maple, so as not to overpower the peanut butter. I think next time, I will not get the bag that is a mix of chocolate and peanut butter chips. The peanut butter chips were not as peanut buttery as I would like. I added chopped up Reeses cups, which, I think, made a big difference in the outcome. A good difference.

The people at work were my guinea pigs. *insert evil laugh* They loved them, especially the peanut butter cookie lovers. But I don't think they were as good as the chocolate chip cookies.

I wonder what my next Cookie Day cookie should be...

comme dit par Angel 4:08:00 PM

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There are days when I feel like I am acceptable. Not just to God, but the people around me. Today is one of those days. Happy Feb. 21 people!

comme dit par Angel 4:03:00 PM

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*Sigh*

Guilty.

comme dit par Angel 9:24:00 PM

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Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination
Will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A Kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
and my imagination
will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

When I'm alone with my fancies
I'll be with you
Weaving romances
Making believe they're true

Oh, give me your lips for just a moment
and my imagination
will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

comme dit par Angel 3:08:00 PM

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Unspoken Rule of Cooking # 4:

Just like in car repair, oil and water do not mix... and the results are just as disastrous... unless you like walking, then mixing oil and water in cooking, especially frying, is much more disastrous.

comme dit par Angel 3:04:00 PM

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I don't know if I'd rather be omnipotent or omniscient... I mean, if I had to chose between one or the other.
*grin*

comme dit par Angel 5:05:00 PM

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You know what's sexy?

When, in the middle of the obligatory 10 mph over the speed limit, you, driver in front of me, decide to slow down so you can see me clearly in your rearview mirror. This makes me want to throw away seven and a half years of salvation and walking with the Lord just for you. Interrupting my drive in such a subtle way shows your consideration and gives me something else to add to my list. And no, the 50 year age difference doesn't mean a thing. I'm sure you can answer all my questions about Ella in her heyday. And even though your daughter could be my mom, I will roll down my window and give you the time of day when we have to stop at the light.

Because that's sexy.

comme dit par Angel 3:45:00 PM

. . .

Last year, I bought nearly 30 dollars in girl scout cookies. this year, I kept it at a respectable 13.00... 4 boxes.

I plan to share.

maybe.

comme dit par Angel 10:04:00 PM

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Does it qualify as a spoiler if the books have been around forever?

Okay, so I can be out of touch with many things. One of these things is the treasure called the Lord of The Rings. I've seen the movies... I loved them. They spurred me on the read the books... Now, granted, I got lost in some of the lands, stumbled over a few names, re-read... *is it Sauron or Saruman who is the Eye* ...before figuring it out, fell in love with TREES for goodness sake and many other sundry things that come with imagination and written words. Sunday night, I finished reading The Two Towers. In the last few chapters, i was preparing myself for the death of someone, but when I was confronted with it, I didn't believe it... Frodo, dead in a spider's web? Preposterous. Then I remembered that spiders only stun what they want to eat. Then Samwise (who is my favourite) comes to the attack and I think "Oh No! Not Sam!" Tolkien must have said that Shelob crushed Sam several times and I was prepared to cry while reading about his mangled body, which never came. I was glad. Then Tolkien reveals that Frodo is, indeed, not dead

Pause... I have a deathly fear of spiders that is, without a doubt, my most girly feature. That old saying that you fear what you don't know... that's completely untrue. That a spider can stun it's victims, rendering it powerless while wrapping it in web of silk (too strong to get out of) really freaked out my 15 year old mind [for you Llama, for YOU] and caused more fear than when I thought they were just 8 legged freaks. That's why I have all sorts of rare tidbits about spiders... Continue.

So, I hurriedly grab The Return of the King, trying to see if Sam can get into the closed door and who am I reading about? Gandalf and Pippin...Gandalf and Peregrin Took! But then, I remember that I did want to finish their story and, hey! we're at Faramir's home... maybe I can be patient...

comme dit par Angel 3:10:00 PM

. . .

Apparently, this is the year that Angel is wrong.
About everything.
*sigh*

comme dit par Angel 1:42:00 PM

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Joe Millionaire, Schmoe Millionaire.

What a fairytale! Lying about how much money you have, convincing others you actually have social graces, making out with strange women with little or no provocation, and picking the one that inspires the most lust without the money-grabbing-ness because you are actually broke...

Or does that sound a little too close to real life?

comme dit par Angel 12:25:00 PM

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I went to the doctor today.

A nurse practitioner examined me, initially. When the doctor came in, we talked more about what was wrong with me. The funniest thing was that the doctor thought my neck looked swollen. So, she goes to get water and I spend the next ten minutes swallowing while they press my neck.

Of course, the first thing I do when it's all over is go to check out my neck. Which would be okay if I remembered what it looked like not swollen. It seemed fine to me, which is the eventual conclusion they came to. But it reminded me of someone's post which spoke of appendages and body parts looking like they belong to aliens if you stare at them long enough. I once did this with my hands. I had to stop looking or else equate my neck with an alien... or Barbie. When I was growing up, I didn't like Barbie's long neck. The way she was able to turn her head at all angles kinda freaked out my 5 year old mind. So I would smoosh her head down until she could only look straight ahead. Which leaves the question...

Does my neck look swollen?
Just wondering.

comme dit par Angel 8:28:00 PM

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Sometimes, when I look at babies, I feel like I have an angel behind me, shining brightly...
and making faces. Maybe that's why all babies smile at me and all little boys that give their moms hard times will do what I say. Because that bright angel is making faces... and threatening him with his sword.

comme dit par Angel 4:36:00 PM

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Welcome!

My mentor and the director of Act One, Barbara Nicolosi, has started her own blog. I have enjoyed reading what she's written and I hope you do the same! Please visit and I know those of you who love movies will enjoy reading and/or disagreeing with her!

comme dit par Angel 12:24:00 PM

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Let's establish that I have not been sleeping well.
I've been falling asleep listening to music, but because my sister is freakish about any noise when she's sleeping, I listen to a personal CD player with earbud headphones. I wake up sometimes with the cord wrapped around my body... it's getting to be dangerous.

Anyway. In a half asleep mode, I begin to dream about Johnny T's site, except its all green and done almost entirely in pictures. Johnny T and Fancy Llama are trying to figure out what all of the other bloggers look like.

They have lots of wrong pictures representing us, and they are all funny. Funny, but wrong. Apparently everyone is on at the same time because you can hear voices. We're messing with the pictures since the site is interactive.

Then, all of a sudden, we all start singing Open The Eyes Of My Heart. The internet pictures begin to shuffle with the music. We're getting into the song, singing loudly and exuberantly. It's like you can almost see us together and we're laughing about how wrong Johnny T's and Fancy Llama's pictures are.

But then we can see each other because we're all singing together. And I see it's me, Amber, Jenn, Sean, The Dane, Johnny T, Fancy Llama, Valerie and Rhesa.

I wake up laughing as if we were all still together and singing but I look around and realize it's pitch dark and the singing is coming from the CD player. Such a rude awakening.

comme dit par Angel 9:31:00 PM

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Valentine's Day

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I don't have a real reason to hate Valentine's day. It's just the only day I don't celebrate that doesn't have some sort of religious conotations to it that I can voice the opinion I have about other days like Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. If the only time I thought about the resurrection, giving thanks for blessings and giving to others were these holidays, as so many people do, then things would be very sad with Angel.

Why is it that we are satisfied to give gifts on designated days. Oh, I know that we love the people we are with for the most part... whether family or friend... but we are content to not express that love until days like Valentine's day, Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

I am glad there are people with a less less sarcasm and rage like Amber. This post said so well the things that go through my mind... some of them, anyway.

I don't hate love. I think when people see Anti-Valentine they think that this is someone who doesn't like love, who can't stand to see other people happy, etc. But that's not true. I'm a wuss when it comes to a good love story. I love real life love stories where both parties are happy.

I do want a love story for me. I haven't had a happy one yet. I've had a good romance and I wouldn't give it back for the world. But it ended. Who knows what's in store for me next. It's a lovely anticipation. I'm amazed by what God is teaching me in this waiting time and how much he has shown me my true heart, both the good and the bad. He's shown me that it's not perfection that I'm looking for. For a guy to meet certain qualifications, though, is not too much to ask and not an unreasonable request. I can ask for the world because I am promised by God that He will do exceedingly more than I can think or ask. He knows my heart and for that, I am glad. To think that someone else's life is running on parallel with mine, that one day, when we both least expect it, or when we both are expecting so much from God that we run smack dab into each other, thanking God for the blessing of helping us wait so we could be with each other.

Smarmy, I know, but that's how I feel. I'm a warm, fuzzy kind of person. But I'm used to being hard as nails and that shows so much more. Some people think I hate guys, but I don't. I just limit my contact because I'm just so gorgeous that if I don't, I lead somebody on. *dripping sarcasm* Actually, I try to guard my heart, which I don't always do a good job of. But God is helping me see His blessings morning by morning.

So, please know, all of you who revere love so much that even Hallmark cannot dampen that reverence, that I do not say what I say to attack your views. I enjoy those who see and speak and do love every day. These I can learn from.

And really, I'm serious. The Dane in a red dress. For Real.

comme dit par Angel 3:51:00 PM

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THIS has to be the grossest valentine's day gift I've ever gotten.

And the funniest... Now, all I need is one little snapshot and I'll be all set for the rest of my life!

comme dit par Angel 2:15:00 PM

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So Not Punk Rock

Fred is visiting. Ironic considering its almost Valentine's day. (3 guesses as to what Fred is and why it's ironic)

Fred visiting also brings my HFL level way above peaking. *sigh* I don't escape this V-Day, now do I?

So that I don't become entirely irrational about Valentine's Day, I've come up with some reasons why I should like February 14 (otherwise known as Valentine's Day)
1. One day, I may meet a man who asks me to marry him and his only wedding stipulation is to have it on February 14. I'm not going to drop him because he's a complete ninny about romantic days to be married
2. Nude Wedding - In Maui and Jamaica, many tourist can get MORE than they bargained for on good ol' Feb. 14
3. The one day when the world is not envious of me... Feb. 14 - Keeps me humble
4. I can wear red and get lots of smarmy jokes about how I love Valentine's day
5. I can nearly get hit in the head going down the Seasonal aisle in EVERY grocery story.
6. I don't faint at the sight of blood (or red)
7. I can be bah humbug instead of chipper, as I normally am
8. People don't look at me like I'm crazy when I buy food for the homeless. Instead, they chalk it up to love. The only other times I don't get looked at like I'm crazy when I do this is Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving.

Update:
9. The Dane in a red satin dress (Please Please Please send pictures and I will ALWAYS love Valentine's Day)

And if that's not enough reason to like Feb. 14, I don't know what is!

comme dit par Angel 5:00:00 PM

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Red.
I've been wearing alot of red this week. At Bible Study Fellowship this morning, the lecture leader remarked that we were all wearing Red for Valentine's Day. No all. Not so.

But I'm disturbed. Red in Feb. is only for Valentine's Day lovers?

I went to Kroger to get some meds and one of the checkout lines was called Lover's Lane. If I hadn't already felt like throwing up, I might have. I just might have.

I went into Joshua Cup the other day and I was told that the cook had me in mind when she made the Valentine's Day sugar cookies. Apparently, the line was something like "Oh, yeah, add a heart to it. Angel will love that!"

If you think I hate Valentine's Day, you're right. But do not confuse that with hating love. Or flowers, candy, chocolate, kisses, holding hands, romance, etc. Just not on Feb. 14. Or any specifically scheduled day.

But to each, his own.

comme dit par Angel 2:47:00 PM

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I've discovered something. I think I knew this all along, but it was made clear based on my last post.

I'm very particular when it comes to someone I want to date. I am too old to just get together with someone just to be with someone. I am too... strong willed to just accept anyone that comes along. I know that the admonition to keep quiet does not mean I do not have the right to contribute. The admonition deals with the heart of a woman, that seeks to take away man's position from his rightful place. Unfortunately, I've known too many men that will give up that position in the name of whatever that movement was the has convinced someone that I should pay half. Even though I will take that position and walk all over it, I then consider the guy weak and not someone I want to deal with long-term. Does that mean I want a barbarian or that I follow the mindset that says the man gets to lord his position over the woman? No. I want the loving headship that says this guy loves me like Christ did, more than himself. In turn, I am submissive to him as Christ was to God... not having a lesser value, just a position that requires submission. (if that makes sense)

However, if I am to be quiet and submissive, but God has called me to rightfully divide His word of truth, which I do, then where does that leave me when it comes to finding the right one? Many guys have the ability to be "the man", lovingly reining me in when I try to go dominant... but can he answer my questions from God's perspective. One thing that I've been helped by online is the fact that many of the people have minds that seek after God. At least, that's how it seems by what they write. I'm used to women doing it, but I get to see men who really want to know God's word and to apply it to their lives daily. Who can answer daily problems with God's word and not just experience. Who can call upon His truth, not just from the understanding of some writer, but from their own reading, prayer and study. I know Christian girls who are with Christian guys, but when it comes to spiritual leaders, these guys will not be the spiritual leaders. They may be strong, loving individuals, and they may lead all other aspects of the relationship. But go into scripture and start asking questions. Ask questions of the things God is telling you in your quiet time. Can the guy you love now answer them? Will he study the word and find the answer that God wants for you? There are so many questions we already know the answer to, but emotionally, we are attached. That's fine, if that's the answer. But do not let us continue to trick ourselves into thinking that the way we are going is the spiritual way... if the guy will not be the spiritual leader. I'm not just talking to other people. I'm talking to myself as well.

comme dit par Angel 9:38:00 PM

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Church was much better than last week. I don't have anything to complain about.

During pre-praise and worship time, when we are all getting settled, mom showed me a passage that God has been showing her last week. It was 1 Timothy 2:9-12, mainly verse 11. It says : A woman must quietly receive instruction with entire submissiveness. Actually, I was confronted with it in the King James this way: Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. I highlighted learn because I've been having a personal problem with my sunday school. I turned this phrase over and over in my head because I don't like it. It can't possibly mean what it says, I thought. Then I read: But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. Crud! C'mon God. If I didn't speak, then we would only go over the verses and that's it! What about the exchange of ideas? What about learning from each other?

My first thought was, "I wonder what the Presbyterian church thinks this verse mean? I wonder what commentary I can look in that lets me follow this verse as well as do what I want?" Then I started to cry, because that meant that, no matter what I thought I'd learned in my study or how I would teach it to my girls or to little children, I was not supposed to speak as if to teach in my Sunday school class because then I would be taking the authority of the teacher. Am I never to speak? (if you are called on or asked to speak) He'll never do that! (you'll be surprised... follow Me in obedience).

I cried through 3 or 4 praise and worship songs. Mom looked at me sympathetically. I got over it, but checked some other verses just to be sure. *sigh* I was sure. When we got home, mom told me her experience. She said that God showed her the verse during her Bible School class on Salvation. He convicted her of this same thing and she said she cried throughout the entire class... heh heh. I told her that one of the things God was showing me is that I'd been doing my Bible Study Fellowship stuff as if I were the teacher and not learning new things myself. That's why He didn't want me to do my homework. He wanted me to go in with nothing so that I could see that this is what I was doing. It is a hard thing learn, to follow His word, despite it all. In one of the verses, it tells me if I have a question, ask my husband... Okay, God... Get to work!
I have plenty of questions!

comme dit par Angel 3:48:00 PM

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Saturday was awesome. Jehovah's Witness interrupted our evangelism class... HOW AWESOME IS THAT? I'm sorry, the irony was just too... I know someone out there knows what I'm getting at.

comme dit par Angel 3:32:00 PM

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It's Monday. Hi.

Many things have happened this weekend. Bear with me.

Friday night, I went to Locos, a sandwich place that becomes a bar at night. I went with two of the on-air people, so they were instantly recognizable, whereas I am not. However, that night, I revelled in my anonymity. Pete and I got there about the same time, since I was finishing up some blogging and he had to go to the bank. Julie had been there long enough to order her drink. We found her and the fun began. First of all, the bartender forgot that Pete ordered a drink... 3 times. Pete was waiting about 20 minutes for his first drink. In that wait, Julie and I were talking when a guy who couldn't have been older than 18 came up to us. Recognizing her slightly in his drunken haze, he tried to give Julie a shot. When he offered her the shot, she looked at me for help. I told the guy no thank you, nicely but firmly. He looked like I kicked him. Then he tried to be cute and beguiling. I stood up slightly taller. He shrank back a little. Julie *apparently* felt sorry for him and took the shot... all my good work, nothing. Well, as soon as she took the shot, immediately, about 15 guys, whom I'd assumed had been lounging, suddenly turned around to watch her take the shot. I laughed so hard that people actually heard me over the music... I succeeded in scaring them all away.

Pete finally joins us and Julie relates to us that she ran into an old friend that is now her enemy (we girls tend to get enemies that way) and her ex boyfriend. This is the story she relates concerning her friend.

Julie: So as soon as I walk in , I see Frank, so I wanted to go over and say hi. I knew you guys weren't here yet.
Me: Yeah?
Julie: So when I get over there, I say "Hey Frank" (Julie's really.... REALLY bubbly) and Sarah (the best friend turned enemy) says "Are you trying to get through?"
Wow... that's an enemy. The did end up talking towards the end of the night, but only because they were both around the same people.

Before Julie started drinking, she told us to not let her talk to her ex. But by the time she was ready to break the seal, she was also ready to plead with me to let her talk to her ex. If I know your real intentions (I always assume the sober mind is the mind to listen to) then I am a stickler to what that mind said. I said no. In the restroom, while trying to convince her that talking to him would be bad, even if he would buy her drink, a sober girl who was leaving said that I was right and she didn't need to talk to him. A girl, who had been drinking more than we were, heard the conversation and said "Talk to him and if you wake up with him the next morning, then she can say she was right..." I was horrified and determined that that wouldn't happen. So we went to the bathroom, myself a human shield between her and the ex. On the way out, he was able to touch her elbow while she looks back coyly over her shoulder egging him on, but my body space and evil eye stops him short. I push her on and she gets another drink. Then, we can't find Pete, so we go off in search of him, which is really a joke because the place is only so big. On our way to finding Pete, we meet a guy who kinda runs into Julie and says something along the lines of "Great interception". Well, Julie is slightly tipsy but her mind is only on the ex so this guy holds no fascination for her. I am very sarcastic so I say, "That would be more like a block than an interception, since you're not catching anything." So he looks at me and says, "That's a very bad pick up line." I said, "I know, now apologize to her." He says sorry then looks at me and says, "Are you always such a stickler for details?" I say, "Yes, I'm a writer, and sarcastic. I pay attention." It's almost like he ignores me as he looks at Julie and introduces himself, then says that he feels too ugly to talk to a girl without using a pickup line... All of a sudden, he looks at me and says, "A writer?" I say yes and pull out the book I always carry with me to jot down notes (although lately, I've been writing what I may blog about). His eyes light up and he says, "That's a little black book... you are my hero." He laughs. Suddenly, the crowd that has been growing near us breaks out into a fight... so I hustle us back to the non-fighting side and watch as they carry the fighters out, kicking and screaming. Then we see Pete.

This is where we join Sarah's group and she and Julie are getting along as if they are still busom buddies. I'm walking with Pete towards the group, asking if he were the cause for the fighting. He laughs and, in a New York accent, says if he had been a part udah fight, it woulda been over sooner.. I'm laughing when I notice a guy watching us... It's soon evident that he's watching Pete. He follows us and when we walk in such a way as to put us behind him, his head snaps around to continue his following. I say to Pete, "Why is this guy staring at you?" "What guy?" he says. I step back and there he is. So, it's obvious that the guy is staring and Pete has noticed it, so he introduces himself. The guy says, "You're on TV, aren't you?" So they talk for a bit. When they are done, Pete looks at me and says, "He was really weird." "So, was he in love with you?" I say. Pete give me a withering look and I laugh harder. A friend of the starer comes up to Julie and tells her she is beautiful. I'm standing there listening when he asks her name. She says Vicky. I know she's had a bit too much, because this guy can turn on the news any day and see her. Then, he turns to me and asks when she's leaving (because she's pretending that the other conversations going on around her are so very interesting). Suddenly he realizes that he hasn't introduced himself to me and does so. So I make up some story about how we went to school together and she is leaving Monday, blah blah blah. He finally gets that he's never going to see her again and walks away. I see the ex coming over at the last minute, so I jump between her and him. He reaches over my shoulder and says, I'm heading out. She says goodbye, but she can't move because she's blocked in by chairs, tables and me. I feel triumphant, even though he hates me. That's okay, it doesn't matter. He goes home alone. My job is done.

By the end of the night, some 2 hours or so after we got there, we are sitting in a booth. I had a Newcastle and two amaretto sours. I went to the girl bartender because there would be less chance she would try flirting with me and getting me drunk. My last drink was made by a guy who winked several times and called me honey. He also came over to the booth to make sure we were okay and stared at me from the ATM... Too bad I'm not a drinker. Pete had three drinks, about 20 minutes wait on each one, long enough to sober up from the previous one.

We are sitting in a booth, waiting for Julie to decide if she's good enough to drive (she isn't). We talk and pick at Julie because she is being a girl....Then bad pick up line guy comes over and starts to talk to Julie... he looks over at me and says, "Hey, pull out your book again!" He laughs when I do so and walks away... none of us at the table get it. Then it's time to go home.

That was Friday night.... Interesting, huh?

Then

comme dit par Angel 3:30:00 PM

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You won't see me again until Monday. (I think)
Dream about having IM conversations with me... then tell me what we talked about.
I'll see if I'm psychic... or, ummm, psycho...
Whichever costs more to fix.

Prayer Request: I am not sleeping well. Please pray I get rest. Also, I have torn cartilage in my knee and I've done something to it to make it strained and I've been limping more than I should. Darn ultimate frisbee! Plus, my shoes are still untied and I'm pissed. That's all. You may now return to your regularly scheduled lives. Thank you!

comme dit par Angel 9:00:00 PM

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Beautiful Are The Feet That Run After Righteousness

The Bible Study Fellowship (my Wednesday Women's Bible Study, not to be confused with my new Thursday Bible Study) is going through the book of John. We read and did lessons over John 13. During lecture, the lecture leader asked what we would do if she asked us all to remove our shoes so she could wash our feet. The uproar as many, many women were threatened with the exposure of their feet went throughout the sanctuary. Pause

I am okay with this. I like my feet. If I were surveyed and ask what I found the most attractive about myself, I would say my feet. My feet are the only thing I can unequivocably say are beautiful. I am pretty, don't get me wrong. But I had low self esteem for so long that it's hard for me to think of myself in terms of beauty. I'm smart and I think my brain is attractive, but it, along with my mouth, have gotten me into much trouble. Some of you who know me would find other things my most attractive features (but let's not get naughty, okay?), but I must say it's my feet. I have gotten compliments on my feet when no other personal comment was forthcoming. I take care of my feet. My feet look better than my hands... and my hands are pretty too. But not as pretty as my feet. End Pause

So while the ladies are in a tizzy, I think to myself... "Can I get a massage as well." I wonder if that's the modern day comparison to Peter's "Not just my feet only but my hands and my head" (John 13:9)

Just Wondering.

comme dit par Angel 3:53:00 PM

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Unspoken Rule of Cooking # 3

No recipe... NOT ONE.. calls for a cup of salt.

Fancy Llama gets the creds for that one

comme dit par Angel 10:41:00 PM

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Unspoken Rule of Cooking #2

Don't, under any circumstances, fry bacon in the nude. Please.... (thanks Jonathan)

comme dit par Angel 10:37:00 PM

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I have considered myself a capable adult for some years now.

That's why I don't understand why my shoes don't stay tied. I keep feeling like a 3 year old and some adult is going to gesture to me and say, "Come here" and hunker down beside me and tie my shoe. Then they'll smooth my hair and tell me I have them on the wrong feet. That's how I feel anyway.

I stood up once and looked down and saw my shoe was untied... do you know what I did... I ran to my destination anyway. I knew it was a bad idea. I'm glad to say that I wasn't hurt, although I did step on the laces when I was walking around chairs. I could just imagine myself sprawled on the floor...

Co-Worker1: How did she fall?
Co-Worker2: Running with her laces untied.
Co-Worker1: Hide the scissors...

comme dit par Angel 10:30:00 PM

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Unspoken Rule of Cooking #1:
Do not use the microwave. That's not real cooking. It's heating. There are some things that are good from the microwave. Hotdogs, popcorn... but not food.

comme dit par Angel 8:30:00 PM

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Yin To Your Tang

I walked away from a new Bible Study with a reluctance I have never felt. I was there from 11:30 until about 2 and they were continuing when I left. I was almost jealous, if not for the assurance that I had heard what I needed to hear. I was able to flesh out the Sovereign Will/Moral Will of God versus the Individual Perfect Will of God. Once we got past the wording, everyone understood me and it made sense to them as well. Keep praying!

I began to understand things that I had once despaired in and I came to a much better understanding of what Christ meant about not being fit for the kingdom if you look back (Luke 9: 61-62)

All in all, an awesome day!

Until someone parked in my spot! *grin*

What does all of that have to do with my title? Nothing. I just thought it was really funny.

comme dit par Angel 5:28:00 PM

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Yay God!

Somehow, this is very reassuring...

thanks julia

comme dit par Angel 2:16:00 PM

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Oh Ma Word!

Heh heh, there's something out there to help the rest of us this Valentine's day... ummm, or maybe help isn't the *right* word....

Thanks for the site Rob!

comme dit par Angel 12:42:00 PM

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Okay, I don't want to cause a lemming-esque plunge, but everybody go here!

But you have to type in my name...

oh well, I guess you can type in your own... *sigh*

comme dit par Angel 2:46:00 PM

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If you only had a short time, what would you talk about, or do, in the time you had left?

comme dit par Angel 2:04:00 PM

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Compliment

I had a conversation with a friend today. In the middle of lamenting the state of churches, he begins to compliment me. And the compliment gets out of hand...
Jay: You look nice today.
Me: Thank you. Anyway..
Jay: I mean it, your hair really looks nice too
Me: Thanks
Jay: It really compliments your face. I like that.
Me: Thank you again.
Jay: your hair really looks good.
Me: Really? I don't like it. I got up and did it this morning, but I had places to be, so it had to do.
Jay: You should like it because it looks good. in fact, you look good today. That's a good look for you. It's you.
Me: *ready to blush* thanks
Jay: It's very composed, very... it's you.
Me: ummm
Jay: yeah
Me: Anyways
Jay: Well, I'm gonna go.

Nevermind that, until that compliment that went on much longer than it needed to, we were in the middle of a conversation. Bye Jay.

names have been changed to protect the guilty

comme dit par Angel 2:02:00 PM

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Man Was An Automatic, Sal Is A Stick

I drive a stick now. When I bought the car, I had never driven a stick before. The people I bought it from taught me how to drive it. I didn't feel comfortable driving it home, but I got into her 50 passenger van and drove it while she drove my new car to my house. (She didn't have a 50 passenger van. it was just big and she had alot of kids, so it seemed that way. Actually, the kids are well behaved. it was just me. I was not well behaved, inspiring the kids to riot. That's why the youngest always tries to start something with me *grin*)

The next day was a comedy of errors as my sister agreed to ride with the girl who had only spent 15 minutes in a car with a stick... 10 of those in the passenger seat. "I think I got it" I said as we drove slowly around the neighborhood.

I have to give my sister credit. Her expression of "pleasure" that we were going out to eat didn't change even though I gave her whiplash (several times) and stalled out twice. She said the trick was not looking at the other drivers when they passed by. I squealed tires once, tried to go in 3rd gear, more whiplash and finally we made it to that grand dining establishment, Captain D's. I forgot to put the stick in neutral so I guess I stalled out 3 times. My sister got out of the car and said, "Are we gonna eat it here?"

Now, when I drive, I don't even think about the stick. Because I know what it's like to be without a car, I offer mine for use all the time. But almost none of my friends who would use the car can drive a stick.... Sweet!

comme dit par Angel 1:45:00 PM

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My car's name is Sal. I thought it was great, because if he is great, it could be salvation! No more bus or walking or bumming rides for me! If he was not great, but I still got around, it would stand for salvage, where he would go as soon as I could afford a new car. He was salvation until March 11, 2002 (the 6th month anniversary of Sept. 11, 2001... ensuring I will never forget the date) when old people from florida pushed him off the road and kept going, causing us to crash into the embankment, setting off my airbags, which burned a hole in the sweater I got for Christmas. My insurance was crap so Sal spent two days in a salvage yard, being infested with all kinds of critters before being rescued by his mommy and driven off the lot. After we drove him around to different places where I was told he was totalled, I finally talked to my uncle, who know everything about cars (especially speeding). My uncle fixed a problem for 30 dollars that I was told would cost over 100 dollars. He didn't charge for labour. He just wanted food. So I cooked for him, handed him the stuff he needed, provided scintillating conversation and he fixed it for me. Sal looks like he has down's syndrome,but he runs just as good as before.

The van I drove before, which someone sold to me for a dollar, lasted for a year and a half... a good year and two months longer than anyone expected. I called him Man. On my *ahem* more sarcastic days, I could rattle off a list of why. I loved man. When he died (his engine was never that good) I cried. I love Sal almost as much as I loved Man. But I have to say, you never get over your first love.

comme dit par Angel 1:30:00 PM

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It's late night at the news station and the phone starts to ring

Me: Fox24
Caller: Do you have information about the World Trade Center
Me: Not that I know of
Caller: Why not?
Me: The news is over and the crew is gone. We shut down at 11. Call tomorrow and they'll have any new information.
Caller: What kind of place is this?
Me: I'm sorry?
Caller: So you shut down the station at 11? You're going off the air?
Me: No, the station is fine. The news is over.
Caller: Well, I don't care about that, I want to know about the world trade center.
Me: umm, what do you mean?
Caller: You know, the building in new york that was bombed.
Me: *silence*
Caller: You guys are very mediocre
Me: *silence*
Caller: *after a good 2 minutes* You still there?
Me: yes
Caller: Tell me this... what is the tallest building in Macon
Me: I don't know, the old Charter Medical building?
Caller: I don't know... I thought it was the old Hilton... what is it now?
Me: ummm, Crown Plaza?
Caller: Well, anyway, suppose you were walking on Cherry Street and saw a plane plow right into the tallest building?
Me: Huh?
Caller: What would you say?
Me: The same thing I said when it happened 2 years ago
Caller: See, that's what the people felt like in New York
Me: *silence*
Caller: I can't get over it?
Me: *what is this, a therapy session - silence*
Caller: I never even been to New York
Me: Then why are you so hurt?
Caller: I don't know. It's been two years. It was an act of terrorism
Me: *pause* If you know Christ, then the chains of two years ago don't still have to hold you.
Caller: I know Christ! I just think that bloody (insert many, many expletives here) should die. I knew people... my cousin... *semi breakdown*
Me: ummm
Caller: I'm sorry, I just don't understand how people could not still be affected
Me: And I don't understand how people can still go on about it (I'm a heartless bitch)
Caller: If you had someone up there...
Me: *still heartless bitch* I did have a cousin that was very close. Like everyone else we didn't hear from her. But I had other things going on that were more detrimental to me and closer to home than the world trade center was. Plus, I have a different view of life and death. I watched long enough to see the 2nd plane hit the first building and I didn't see anything else other than quick news blips until the 1st memorial, when I was actually working for a news station and had to watch it.
Caller: *silence*
Me: So, do you feel better?
Caller: *again, broken up* I won't feel better until that Asama Bin Laden is (insert many expletives here) dead. (More expletive... just for the hell of it I think)
Me: Do you wish to continue assaulting my ears with your swearing
Caller: I'm sorry, I'm just so (insert more expletives than last time... and they really don't make sense) upset at that (you get the drill) Bin Laden
Me: Okay. I've been here 1 whole hour past my end work time. I've been talking to you for most of it. You continue to curse in my ear even though I don't like it. And you have done nothing but complain and insult me. I'm going to hang up now. I hope you have a good night and that things get better for you. Goodbye. *I pause though so as not to completely hang up in his/her face*
Caller: *sigh* okay
Me: Goodnight!

GOODNIGHT! What was that all about? I have no clue, to this minute. If that was a long, boring discourse... so be it... but it irritated me to no end!

*sigh* Have a good night internet... or good day, depending... I will see you after the 2:00 (or so) hour!

ps, I still never figured out if it were a man or a woman I was talking to.

comme dit par Angel 9:48:00 PM

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I want to kick someone in the head. [no picture attached]. For kicks. *grin*

comme dit par Angel 8:46:00 PM

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Just as I was planning on going to the eye doctor so I could order contacts without getting another eye exam, I get a card in the mail scolding me for my lack of visits to the eye doctor, because it's been a year since my last visit.... grrrrrr! I have horrid, horrid timing.

comme dit par Angel 5:12:00 PM

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I have noticed, when cooking on the George Foreman Grill, the stuff that is left behind, no matter what, is a good compound for cement.

Also, make oatmeal, adding enough milk to make thick, but not soupy, add cream cheese and brown sugar. While hot, best oatmeal you've ever had. When cold = good cement. *urg* I can't believe I ate that!

What does not make good cement? Quik Cement...(pssst... you left out the "c") Quik Cement, with enough rain and driving over, eventually becomes a pile of rocks.

comme dit par Angel 3:37:00 PM

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I have alot of things on my mind.

I went poem crazy today. I wrote more in one sitting than I have in the past two years. I wrote a poem unintentionally today, in commenting on someone else's blog. I do wonder what is going on.

I have a story circling in my mind, but I'm not getting deep enough to make it a story everyone will want to read. Maybe I'm too afraid of introspection.

If you do something odd, it will catch my attention. If you are completely confident in your oddness, I will find that attractive. I don't know why.

I have not cried nearly enough.

I have not laughed nearly enough.

I'd rather laugh than cry.

Thank you to the people that make me laugh so hard, milk would come out of my nose... if I drank milk...

Always ask God. Even if He doesn't give you an answer, you can say you asked Him. You'll love when He does answer one day. Try to do it. It's for the best.

comme dit par Angel 3:27:00 PM

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After some prayer, I have decided that this year's Anti-Valentine's Day party is going to be cancelled. I expect I shall resume next year, but I don't know. The excitement of the previous years has not really been passed on to this year.

The singles ministry at my church got together yesterday after church to try to throw together some ideas for what to do together for Valentine's Day. They talked about either going out to eat or cooking ourselves and having it at a big house, etc. I am not psyched.

I'm a little disappointed with my church right now. But I think I'm going to pray about it before I go into details. It may just be me... although I did find out in Sunday school that John Mark wrote the book of Revelations. *hmmmm, interesting*

comme dit par Angel 2:44:00 PM

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Pen 15

At a cookout this weekend, one of the girls was relating a story that happened in church. One of the guys in her missions team wrote Pen15 on her hand. She didn't know what it meant and so she went about church as usual... with Pen15 on her hand. When she found out, she was really embarrassed. When she finished the story, the host was looking at me and laughing. So, here is my Pen15 story.

Two years ago, I went to a local punk show with a couple of friends. The guys from one of the bands was marking the hands of the people who'd paid. I think they were using a regular X until maybe 5 people in front of us. The girl who were helping collect money were rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. I thought they were basically saying the guys were dorks, so I wondered to myself (not out loud yet) what Pen15 meant. After the show... we left early because the group we were supporting finished early... we went back to my favourite coffeehouse. The guy who does the morning shift (Bill) was there with his mentor (Brian). The mentor is early-30's, the guy is late 20's. The guys that worked the late shift (Jacob and Ben) were asking about the show. Bill and Brian came to listen. Andrew, Tiffany and Ehren (I think they were the only people that came back to the coffees house from the show) were also talking about it. Brian was standing next to me and looks down.
"Whatever possessed you to put that on your hand?"
"Oh, it's the entrance "stamp" into the show. Why, what is it?" (once again I'm thinking, "some dorky guy thing")
"Pretend the numbers are letters." he says, kinda smiling
So I stare at my hand for one second before it clicks. The light of understanding must have been bright because they guys started laughing all at once and I realized something.

It was some dorky guy thing.

comme dit par Angel 1:36:00 PM

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The Lie's The Thing...

I had a bump on my tongue. It's the kind that sits on the tip, waiting to come in contact with something so that you will be irritated by it. You find that you have to remind yourself not to touch your tongue to the roof of your mouth even though you know you've never had a problem remembering that before.

When I was growing up, my mom told me once that having a bump meant you'd told a lie. The worst thing was trying to figure out which lie "caused" the bump. I didn't lie alot, but I lied enough to know that you didn't get a bump every time you lied. Did you mom tell you the same thing?

Well, maybe she made it all up. She is, after all, the one that said Santa spit tobacco in your eye if you were still awake when he got there on Christmas Eve.

comme dit par Angel 1:21:00 PM

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This Weekend

I learned alot this weekend. It was filled with tears and with laughter. With willingness and hard headed-ness. With triumph and disappointments. This weekend was a hard fought victory. Yet victory it was.

I wasn't the only person moving from one level of faith to another or growing in my faith, however you would say it. These were all hard victories and salty tears, aching hearts and freed minds. On a smaller scale, the only casualties were self, less of self so that we could grow, but the little death also brought about the death of comfort. But on a more national scale, I remembered being 10 and being told that the only space shuttle I'd ever heard about, in fact, had been colouring for it's anticipated takeoff, was not going the way it was planned. I wish I had the same lack of understanding... of loss, of death. But the death of more of me echoed in the minds and eyes of a nation mourning.

But the victory is in the cross. Understanding is from God. Now, wisdom is crying out... who will listen?

What did I learn this weekend?
Plateaus are nice, but boring.

comme dit par Angel 12:59:00 PM

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