Posts tagged ‘Touching Joy’

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

Listy-bisty-bobisty-banana fana- fo-fisty

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

Keyword Monday Already! Posted on Sunday night. Yes I am that cool.

Have you ever typed in the term ‘interesting crap’ and actually found something interesting?

Me neither.

It’s time once again for another addition of ‘interesting crap people type into to Google to find my Blog” (version 1 here)

My abso favs.

ipostnaked- Cause clothes are restricting on the creative impetus.

you need to stop drinking cartoon – It’s the right way to get Dad in Rehab.

coloring break the window – Bummer.

point system sex – Is… not what I talk about here. Thanks

thin is beautiful – I blame the media

easy to draw unicorns – Human unicorns might look like this:



sometimes im freaked out of my self – This can become very incovenient.

i love my boyfriend poems – Go somewhere else. Unless you wish to seek Dorothy Parker. And if that’s the case get off your gold digging ass and do something eh!

michael jackson in johnny deep- Um. Like saving ryans privates?

why do i feel like randomly touching things? – Pathetic much?

peeps bath – Right on.

wrinkles near my ears- Oh no! I have wrinkles on my forehead. Classic signs of aging. Facelift anyone?

surgery facebook status update- On google? You look for a Facebook update on google. You’re a smart one!

And about 10 Thousand versions of Michael Jackson’s nose.

It’s the truth.

And I didn’t even share the pornstar ones. Because my sister in law’s family all know I have a blog and who knows? One day they might just read this. And I need them to think highly of me and Hubs… and all.

It’s what’s important.

July 19, 2009 at 7:15 pm 5 comments

Love List



I am really loving love lately. All the different types of love, all the varying sickingly sweet tastes and the hot burns of love.

In fact, I had been reading through one of my old journal entries in which I list over 150 things that I loved when I was 18. I have always been in love with love.

Here is the shortened version of my list that I wrote 20 June 2006 the year I was 18 and Matriculated from High School.


Here are some of the things I listed:

I Love…
* I love eating watermelon on a hot day
* I love the way the fan always is a little louder than the voices in my head.
* I love the way my backyard looks around sunset
* I love waking up first in this house to watch the sunrise at the breakfast table
* I love the feeling of sand between my toes and the pressure of the waves against my body
* I love fooling around during class time
* I love a crackling fire
* I love actually knowing someone’s name
* I love those funny leaves with wasp eggs inside
* I love the people who sit alone- those are the people who truly see the world
* I love the memories of home
* I love the feeling of rain on my skin
* I love standing really close to the speakers
* I love how my Mom asks if she looks good before going out with my Dad
* I love feeling like I belong
* I love getting dressed up
* I love beauty
* I love dancing
* I love weddings and the promise inside them
* I love order in the chaotic
* I love the smell of my Dad
* I love my grandma’s rocking chair.
* I love the thought of being good enough.
* I love my family
* I love loving.
* I love love

It was so interesting reading the things I deemed worthy of love. I still adore the things I mentioned, most of the people I mentioned, and all the emotions I mentioned. It revealed my growth, my joy and even my sorrow. Sure, my list now would involve more grown-up things, like snuggling, a dinner not prepared by my own hands, the warmth of my husband and having a true friend. But why spoil my innocent list with such grown up experiences? Why spoil the promise of tomorrow with the truth of today?

Why stop loving love?

I would love to hear a list of the things you as an 18 year old love. You can post it on a comment or pingback! 🙂

July 12, 2009 at 12:54 pm 3 comments

With Love

Today my thoughts are not on me. They are with those in Mozambique.

Last year this time, I was packing up from my trip to Panhame, a small village in the middle of Mozambique. I pulled out my album and took some time to think and pray for those I met.

Being an ex-Portuguese colony, there are cultural differences beyond white and black, wealthy and poor. They appreciated the stuff we brought, but the true joy they expressed was not in the toothpaste, medical supplies or blankets we gave, but in our message.

Someone in this world loves you and not only do we love you, but the Creator of the ground you walk on loves you more than you could ever imagine.

They wished more than anything to hear the hope we brought them. AIDS is ripping apart their country. The life expectancy and infanct mortality rates are the worst in the world. They didn’t want our blankets as much as they wanted hope.

And they found it in Jesus Christ.

I learned more about true joy in a little dusty village in the middle of nowhere than in my own life.


This isn’t the first time I’ve posted about this trip. I posted about it a week after returning home. and still couldn’t shake what I saw there. I posted again on the first of January 2009.

Definitive Moments– 1 January 2009

I have had several moments in my life that I place in my definitive category. Some I will never find words to express. Some are so deeply entwined in my core that to remove them, analyze them, and reveal them would strip them of their power.

But some of them only have power when stripped open. Some moments yearn to be shared. These have no shame. Like the beggar at the traffic light, they cry out to me. Sobs of fear, regret and desperation are met only by my own heartache and incompetence.

I had another dream about her. Her name was Sali and I first wrote about her here. Lately, she has been invading my subconscious, crying out to be shared.

I met her July of 2008 in a small village in Mozambique called Panhame. Her lifestyle is what you see on National Geographic with little comfort and even less guarantee of tomorrow.

Yet, she aroused no pity from me.

Sympathy, sure. “Man, somebody’s gotta do something” sure. Pity? No.

This does not mean that I am immune to the sadness of seeing impoverished people. I felt no pity because she felt no pity.

This was her life. She is 4 or 5 years old and herded her family’s goats. She helped her mother with the only meal of the day. She would probably never get an education or learn where babies come from before she was married. This was her life and, at her age, she seemed to accept her life in all its entirety.

I am no photographer but here she is:

And these are my words:

To the girl who aided my heart recovery:

Sali

The great expanse of dust packed still
By bare feet trampling
The shadows pool beneath Marula tree
And dusty rocks, undisturbed, watch

Sali toddle across the plain
Heavy laden, haunting eyes
And the beads and bracelets clanking

And she tumbles
Embracing shrouds
The dust- scarlet and steaming

Tear neglected she leapt
To chase the goat
And fade into the blackness.

I would love to share some photos with you of some of the beautiful children that have engraved themselves on my heart. My friends are in Panhame today, packing up their tents and saying goodbyes. Oh how I wish I could see how these kids have grown!

The Local Church Bell

The Local Church Bell



This bell would be rung everyday that there would be something happening in the village, usually in the morning. Several hours later the event (church, town meetings etc) would begin. Talk about African Time!

Local Transportation

Local Transportation



The local ladies still carry their heavy objects on their heads. But if something was too heavy for even a strong lady to carry, it would go onto this cart strapped to two donkeys.

The Local Church Building

The Local Church Building



I promised you pictures of cutie pies. Look closely and look at that little darling walking through the dust in the distance. She was absolutely stunning, but was so hard to pin down for a picture.

but there were plenty who enjoyed playing models for me!

She was so excited to see her photo after I took it!

She was so excited to see her photo after I took it!



She loved to mimic the younger girls on our team.

Don't let the warm clothes fool you. It pushed 45 degress in the daytime in winter!

Don't let the warm clothes fool you. It pushed 45 degress in the daytime in winter!



She is such a sweetheart.

She is such a sweetheart.



So beautiful.

Such Joy!

Such Joy!

With Love to those stunning kiddos in Panhame. With Love.

July 10, 2009 at 10:37 am 4 comments

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