Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Back from the Dead
I have been away for a while. I actually missed blogging while I was gone. There were times when I had a moment of brilliance and thought it would make a great blog , but I didn't have access to a computer so... On another note, I had soem time to do some reading again and got into a book called the Kite Runner. A friend had reccommended it and I happened to see it in Starbucks some time ago so I picked it up. I didn't have time until recently to read it. It was a little difficult to get into at first, but I am quite a ways through it and am enjoying it. It is about and Afghani boy and how he ends up in the US. He always wanted to be a writer and eventually fulfills his dream - he writes this book. They are also making this one into a motion picture. I give it a 3 out of 5 stars.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Glass everywhere
There was glass everywhere I looked. Big pieces to tiny shards. I tried to clean it all up but I must have missed a piece since my foot was bleeding this morning. The stench of teh trutle's water was overwhelming. The whole scene was very ironic. My hear felt like the broken glass - a million little pieces and the stench is what I imagine heartbreak smells like.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Bad example
Something happened at work today that reminded me of something I read about the other day. In the paper was posted a picture and a story about Hooter's waitresses posing with guns and gear of military police that went to New Orleans to help with Hurricane Katrina rescue. My supervisor runs his son's 11 year old soccer team. As an end of season celebration tehy want to take the boys to Hooter's. I sit really necessary at 11 years old? I am in no way a prude, nor am I easily offended, but what do 11 year olds need to know about Hooter's? is it just me?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Happy he isn't here
I am sooo happy my supervisor isn't here. He is away for the week and I couldn't be more pleased. Maybe now I can get some real work done instead of responding to his e-mails for him. I mean goodness, can he do at leats that on his own. I bet if it couldn't be construed as sexual misconduct he would have me wipe his ass for him too. Wish I could cash his checks and spend his money for him. That he manages to do on his own.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Hello ....God, you there?
Dear God,
You already know everything that is going on. I am writing with regard to that one particular situation. I thought that I would knwo by now what to do, but I don't. I was on the wrong path, but I believe this is a big test you are giving me. I surrender completely and put all my trust in you. I am terrified - is it wrong to be terrified if I am trusting you? I know you will lead me in the right direction, but please, just make the direction so obvious that I fall into it, stumble on it. I want to do the right thing, but I want to be happy and sitting around waiting to find out if I am making the right decision is driving me crazy.
You already know everything that is going on. I am writing with regard to that one particular situation. I thought that I would knwo by now what to do, but I don't. I was on the wrong path, but I believe this is a big test you are giving me. I surrender completely and put all my trust in you. I am terrified - is it wrong to be terrified if I am trusting you? I know you will lead me in the right direction, but please, just make the direction so obvious that I fall into it, stumble on it. I want to do the right thing, but I want to be happy and sitting around waiting to find out if I am making the right decision is driving me crazy.
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
I watched the Wizard of Oz last night as part of a class assignment. I have seen the Wizard of Oz many, many, many times, but never quite as I saw it this time. Partly because I had a mission - to discuss beliefs. The other part is because obviously, I have more life experience and my views have changed since I was 5 or 9 or 12. It brought back a lot of memories. The Wizard of Oz was an annual event in my mother's house. All of my cousins would come over and we would pop popcorn on the stove - no microwaves then - and they would sleep over. My son wanted no part of it however and I explained to him he better watch it - he may need it some day. But my pleas fell on deaf ears.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
A Piece of Cake
A Piece of Cake is actually a book written by a woman named Cupcake Brown. I reccommend this book. It was a fantastic real life account of Cupcake's tragic and ultimately triumphant life. In short, it is story about a child (Cupcake) whose mother dies unexpectedly and instead of being placed with loving family memebers, she is basically sold to an evil foster caretaker by her biological father. She is abused, runs away, gets into drugs and prostitution, is abused some more both physicaly, sexually and mentally and still manages to pull it all together, graduate from Law School and is now a successful attorney in San Francisco. You can read more about the book on her web-site: www.CupcakeBrown.com Her story is slated to be made into a motion picture film.
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