Posts tagged ‘The Beauty of Life’

So Now I am so Broke I can’t even pay attention.

I signed my house papers today.

We move in at the end of December.

Hubs and I now own a 3 bedroom home.

I feel so incredibly blessed.

To God be the glory.

Shall we eat cake now?

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November 9, 2009 at 9:29 pm 3 comments

The one where I try and be encouraging

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When you’ve exhausted all possibilities, remember this—you haven’t.

*Robert H. Schuller*

Let’s chat friends. What things have you pretty much given up on… that maybe might just spring back into being if you just tried.

August 31, 2009 at 2:42 pm 5 comments

Giveaway awesomeness

Back off ladies.

I want to win.

But becasue I believe there is enough sunshine in the world

I’ll share.

Sleepyjane is awesome and is hosting a giveaway of note.

Go check it out!

August 21, 2009 at 3:00 pm 3 comments

Coming to Terms with my Own ‘ness’

I am not as self aware as I like to think I am. I think that this lack of awareness is evident to every person I spend time with except myself.

In fact, my boat rocks whenever someone points out a tick, or strange habit, or personality trait that I hadn’t thought of previously.

And by rocks, I mean, that my boat dumps me into the frigid and lonely basket of self pity.

I am not a frivolous person. I don’t chat about shoes, or handbags or how “she said that he said that she wanted to be on Idols but she’s like totally way to old” crap.

There are serious things in the world. And there are few groups people (that’s tolerance right there) I dislike more than those that presume everything is a joke. Not only is it one really bad mask to hide ones insecurities behind, but it’s really annoying to someone who is trying to discuss things deeper than the skin cream she wears. (See. More tolerance.)

I care about Politics. Both here and abroad.

I care about those who cut .

I care about appreciating life.

I am not a frivolous person.

I take things rather seriously.

There are many people I know that don’t understand this. And that is what scares me. There are people (whom I am unable to ignore) who choose to well only in the frivolous. And while they are the nicest, sweetest folk- spending time with them actually hurts. Not in the elitist sense though, I don’t feel superior to these individuals becuase they take things lightly. Instead, I feel burned by them and their judgements that I take things too seriously.

Apparently that’s something unforgiveable.

But to me, it’s unabandonable.

As I come to terms with my own serious ‘ness’ (can I call it maturity?) I’ll wait until they come to terms with their childish ‘ness’. And we can meet in the middle and discuss things like TV (that I don’t really watch) and if I’m lucky, a world event or two, outside of Aston Kutcher’s latest tweet.

August 3, 2009 at 3:15 pm 5 comments

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Lists are easy to read. and this makes them fun.

My Extraordinary List of Awesome things:

1. Johnny Depp in the Libertine.



I watched this movie for the fifth thousandth time. Each time I am moved by it.

What is truly enjoying life? At what expense? This movie is rad. (in a oh my word I can never ever show this to anyone- kind of way)

2. Finding The World According to Garp.



I thought it was stolen. But alas, it has been redeemed from the confines of under-my-bed-opolis.

3. Sleep.

’nuff said.

4. Hubs.

He’s really awesome. Even when I lose my temper and yell at him. *blush*

List of Not Awesome Things

1. Spilling bleach on all my black winter clothes.

Stuff you bleach! grr…

2. My University is being retarded.

Stuff you University!

3. Clients.

Anyone who works with the direct public can say this all together:

“stuff you clients!”

4. The Striking Magical fairy that cleans my flat.

Stuff you mag…i…ca.. oh wait. That’s me. I can’t possibly stuff myself. Unless it’s with *copious* amounts of food. And when I do that I get all chubby around my face and that is just so NOT sexy. So no stuffing of ones self here.

(I probably don’t want to know the google results on that one)


Things I am waiting for:


1. Summer time

2. Summer time

3. Partying in the Summer time

4. Warmth and not coldness. (Just FYI: it was -4 this morning when I went to work *shocker*)

This concludes the post where by I sing a gay little song and write random stuff in a list format for you to read and judge me on.

The End.

July 28, 2009 at 7:51 pm 12 comments

One sentence to explain my thoughts. Ok maybe two.

There is more to living than being alive…

Oh and Hubs is awesome because he opened my bottle of wine WITHOUT a bottle opener. I love Fridays.

To being undead.

*clink*

July 24, 2009 at 4:07 pm 2 comments

Word Vomit (without a point…)

I don’t make friends easily.

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I am not a nice person. I won’t thrill you with my wit or fabulous knowledge of Gucci.

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I, more than likely, will have no stories to tell you about adventure or lust or betrayal.

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I will probably scare the bejeebies out of you with my morbidity and over all dorkiness.

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Because I am a dork.

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And sometimes that scares me.

July 23, 2009 at 7:42 pm 4 comments

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