Happiness is...

Having a clean room again.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I finally cleaned my room, after letting nature take its course for longer than I care to mention. It's not spic and span, and still a wee bit cluttered, but it's clean. I must say, it's nice waking up in the morning and not having to plot a course to the door. :o)
This is one of those occassions when I knew my room was horrible, I just didn't have the motivation to DO anything about it. So I lived with it. And gradually my life became as disorganized as my room. That will all change now.
It took me the span of one tape of Pride and Prejudice, two Goon Shows, one tape including Clustering Around Bingo and Bertie Changes His Mind, and the entire six cds of Right Ho, Jeeves.
And if you're wondering where I found the motivation to DO something about my room, it's this.
Happiness is...
Having Christine Random spend a week with me in Napa!!!!

*happy dance*

:o) I'm uber excited. :o)

So... anyways....
Finish this statement:
Happiness is...
and post it in my comment box. :o)

Tinkety tonk. ;o)
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Nothing

I have nothing to say.
I just thought you all should know that.
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Happy Birthday

Christine is twenty-one today!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I have two weeks before I reach that dreaded day. :-D

Seriously, though...
All the best, Christine. Love you lots and bunches.
Have a happy birthday, and try not to think about which birthday it is. ;o)
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Bah

Back at school.... :o(
I don't like it.
I'm sooooooo bored!!!!!!!! Aurgh!!!!
Stealing a few minutes to post this between classes...
Just to let you all know how miserable I am. :o)
You know you love me. :-D
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It's a Jolly Holiday with Mommy

Mom and I went to the Palace of the Legion of Honor yesterday. It took about an hour to drive from Napa to San Fransisco. We had jolly fun going through the museum, and left San Fransisco at about four o'clock. We arrived home today at eight in the evening. :oD
Bay Area traffic, dude. It's moidah. :op

Seriously, we took the scenic route down to Monterey and stayed the night a few hundred yards from the ocean. We stayed up late reading and slept in for a while. Then we climbed over rocks, got hissed at by Canadian geese, went off-roading in the green van, and strolled along the beach before taking a nap by the ocean. Then we walked up and down Cannery Row and finally took off for home.

It was really really uber keen. Just me and mommy... chillaxing and reading... It was super fun. :o)

What a wonderful Spring Break this is turning out to be.
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Spring Break

I subbed at the school today... Sis. Yvonne wasn't feeling quite the thing. That's one day of sleep down the drain.
Going to the Palace of the Legion of Honor tomorrow, God willing. Another day of sleep down the drain.
And who knows how the rest of the week will go...

I need to organize.
Seriously organize.
Or else my life will crumble and collapse and I'll be left in clouds of dust.
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Why do dogs walk around for a while, then pick some random spot in the middle of the floor to lie down? It just seems so... well, random.

Dogs are weird.
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Things That Make Me Happy

A brand new story concept

Chocolate

Tea with milk and sugar

Getting phone calls from friends for no particular reason

Clouds

Reading a new book

Reading an old book

Sleeping in

Getting mail

Baking

Being thought of

Sunday School

Light hearted Banter

Disney

Cats

Warm blankets

Fires (in fireplaces)

Hugs

Babies

Small routine breaks

Conversations with Stan
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Okay. I'm done. Take it away. I'm finished. Through. Completely exhausted. It can go bye-bye now. No more. I give up.


I'm tired of school.
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*scream of frustration*
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Of Dating and Giving Your Heart Away


So... I was thinking the other day.
I do that way too much, I know.
I was thinking about the wooden heart analogy of dating.
You know. The one where two people coming together is like gluing two wooden hearts together. When a break up occurs, the hearts are ripped apart. Not only do you lose some of your heart in the process, but you also have some of theirs.
It works.

But to me, it's more like a puzzle.
Every heart is like a puzzle. (Some of us have it put together and some don't, but that's another topic for another post.)
When hearts mingle, the puzzle pieces get mixed together. When someone tries to take their heart back, they'll grab their pieces, but they might miss some, and they might take some of yours.
And so, when you find someone with whom you want to put your puzzles together, you find extra pieces and pieces missing. And the finished picture isn't as whole and complete as it might have been.
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My Life Be Like (part 2)

not quite as awful as it sounded in the post two boxes down.

That was a bad day.
You know how you think you have bad days, and then all of a sudden you have a day that makes those bad days seem like relatively good days?
Well, this was a day that made THOSE bad days seem like good days.
It was a bad day.

But it was one day.
Twenty-four hours.
That's it.
It's over.
I'm over it.
Mostly.
I think.
:o)

Anyhoo... life isn't really that bad.
It's going way too fast. I haven't got it figured out yet.
I still make horrible mistakes.
But, like Relient K says,
"But then, You assure me
I'm a little more than useless
When I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right,
Do something right for once."

One of the things I struggle with is "what if?" I have problems just letting a situation be the way it was, without stressing out over it and replaying it three hundred times in my head, searching for things I could have done differently. I suppose I rationalize that it's good to learn from your mistakes--and it IS--but I have to remember, "everything in moderation."
What if I had said this?
What if I had said that?
What if I had stayed in bed on Thursday like I wanted to?
What if I hadn't quit Jamba Juice?
What if I had done things differently in high school?
What if ...
What if......

You see what I mean?

I suppose some of it comes from writing as much as I do. I get to write a scene... and then I have forever to tweak it, until it's exactly what I want. I can, and have, "what iffed" many scenes to death, scenes that had good potential.
I guess I figure, "if I can do that on paper, why shouldn't I do that for real?"

What ifs can hurt your brain.



But... beyond that... I guess my life is just about together as anyone could hope for. I mean, sometimes it feels like it's falling apart at the seams, but it hasn't come completely unglued yet. And that's a good thing. 'Cause there're so many pieces in there that I don't know if I'd ever get them all back inside.
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It seems more accurate than it did before...

Your Power Color Is Teal

At Your Highest: You feel accomplished and optimistic about the future. At Your Lowest: You feel in a slump and lack creativity. In Love: You tend to be many people's ideal partner. How You're Attractive: You make people feel confident and accepted. Your Eternal Question: "What Impression Am I Giving?"

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My Life Be Like

something awful right now.

I'm just upset.
I didn't get the job at the library.
I got up for a class that was cancelled this morning.
I found out that my speedometer is broken.
I almost got creamed on the road twice on Tuesday.
One of my friends appears to be ignoring me... but maybe she's just awfully distracted. (No, Amanda. Not you.)
Kathey and my Bean Date was cancelled yesterday, due to Kathey being sick.
And I'm broke.


But, on the bright side of things, I've been making wonderful progress on one of my stories.
Except that now I'm stuck.
Bah.
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Blast the Luck

So, I leave the wedding, heading straight for the gas station and then Panda Express to get dinner for Nathaniel. I'm in nice clothes and high heels. I start driving over the Imola bridge, then notice that I've got the gas pedal to the ground and the speedometer is dropping lower and lower... and lower.... and lower.....
AAAUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
This, ladies and gentlemen, is an historic occasion. I RAN OUT OF GAS!!!!!!!
ON MY WAY TO THE GAS STATION!!!!!
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!




I'm so embarrassed.

Fortunately, after calling person after person and receiving no answer (thank God for cell phones), I finally got through to my angel, Kristina, who brought me enough gas to get over the bridge. Thank you very very very much, Kristina, if you're reading this! You're a life saver!
I was stuck up there for half an hour, enduring the stares of everyone who drove over the bridge. One person slowed down and almost stopped, but in the end kept driving. Only one couple actually spoke to me and offered a ride. It was very nice of them.
I'm just glad it's over.

And, yes, I know it happens to everyone. Yes, I know it's just a part of life. And yes, I know it's not that big of a deal.
I'll get over it eventually and even be able to laugh about it someday.

Just not right now.

Bah!



Why do all my knights in shining armor live out of town?
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Weddings

Today, Richard and Candace were married. It was an adorable wedding... the arch looked like the coach from Cinderella, and there was a giant castle at the back of the church. Everything went smoothly, and they're very, very happy.
We're so very happy for them. :o)
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Hug a GI Day

A random fact I discovered last night. Today is Hug a GI Day. Problem: The only GI I know is a world away in Iraq. But here's a *HUG* for him, anyway. :o)
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Of Pieces and Peace (Repost)

Stuff
Little tiny fragments
A bit of this
A pinch of that
Swirl it together
Mix it up good
Pieces from here
Chunks from there
Swish it around
A bit from this situation
A little from that problem
A chunk from that relationship
A regret from that conversation
A tidbit from that dilemma
Swirl in my brain
Clamor for my attention
Vie for my thought and consideration
Squished into a lump of trouble
Mixed into a bundle of doubt and confusion
Lumpy, ooey gooey, yucky, sticky mess
All wanting my time
Stealing my spare moments
"Think about me!"
"Consider this problem!"
"Remember that issue!"
"Worry about this situation!"
They all scream and shriek
Rending the silence with tinny voices
Like claws dragging down a chalkboard
All that can drown out these voices
Are more voices
Soon it's unbearable
And I add my pleas to theirs
"Leave me alone!"
"Go away!"
"I can't think about you!"
"God, help me!"
. . .

I feel His warmth
I sense His presence
It sweeps through my mind
Soothes my frazzled heart
Calms my harried soul
His hands gently knead the lump
Smoothing out the clumps
Deftly blending the cacophony
Into a sweet melody
Silencing this voice
Lifting that one
Splendid harmony
Fades away
Blessed silence fills my ears
Calms my mind
Floods my soul
As He smooths my crumpled choices
Into soft folds of His will
And His peace envelops me
As I rest in Him
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I love Aussies, I really do!

Two Aussie sailors were docked in England, and they went to a British pub. They got totally smashed, drunk beyond belief. They staggered out after closing time, holding each other up, and were confronted with a true London peasouper... fog so thick you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Just then, a British general walks by. One of the Aussies says, "Hey, mate, could y'tell us where we are?" The British general looks shocked and indignant. "Excuse me! Do you know who I am?" The Aussies look at each other and one says, "We're really in trouble now, mate. We don't know where we are, and he doesn't know who he is." :o)

Two Aussies died, and found themselves in front of the Pearly Gates. The angel there kinda looks them over, then says, "I don't think you two are supposed to be here. Let me go check with my boss." The angel finds St. Peter and asks him about the Aussies. St. Peter says, "Dear me, Australia is mostly peopled by criminals... they're probably not supposed to be here, but we'd better check The Book." So they both go back, but the Aussies are gone.
And so are the Pearly Gates. :o)
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Hands

Holding hands:
For comfort.
For protection and safety.
For companionship.
For love.
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