Years Drifting In Space

"Why am I being punished? Why did someone throw him in my path when I can’t have him?"

This question, raised by the woman who is the subject of the article below has me seeing red. Why can't I have him? Well because he is married. He belongs to another. That is called STEALING.

But as long as she has come to grips with it, and they both are happy, well, that's okay.

No it isn't. You get to live with that....even though the man is just as guilty, it doesn't make you any less. You stole something that belonged to someone else. Someone who probably wasn't as pretty, and did not have as glitzy of a life as you.

This woman makes me sick. If anyone in my life did this, I would tell them straight up, after burning their wedding annoucement, that they can take their happy feelings and shove them up where the sun doesn't shine. What you are doing is wrong, hurtful, and you shouldn't do it.

I am NEVER going to pretend this is ok.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/19/fashion/weddings/19vows.html

Oh Abigail Abigail I have such a desire to knock heads together.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4jiqYcUoOk





We piddle twiddle and resolve....not one thing do we solve.

today I am very proud of myself.

I got up. Had swirley Tricks for breakfask. They were so yummy. Then I took a shower, gethered up all my toys, and headed out in the car to work. I stopped by the store and bought pretty bags for the treats that I was going to share with myfriends. When I got to work there were cookies for me to decorate on my desk. And a pumpkin picture! I am currently coloring my pumpkin picture really pretty with my super 96 color box of craylola crayons! With the sharpener in the back!....

I can't wait for my milk box and nap time.



Yes. I am a 25 year old professional on the verge of her bachelors degree in corporate america. Could you tell?

I was talking to Mom last night. She was relating to me that everyone in my family is having a tough time of it right now. She emphasized that it wasn't always easy and that she and Dad found joy in life durring tough times not through work, but through how they coud give or what they could do outside of their work life. I think I understand a bit more why my Dad was a Civil War re-enactor.

My Parents have passion. So where is mine?

I have been thinking about this today and I have a short list.

1. I want to get back in to Basketball. Either coach/or jsut a fan/ but I want to be able to be in that shape and have that level of energy.

2. I want to have a bow and learn how to handle it. I want to learn how to handle and shoot a gun, but not own one. Not that I am against it. Kisaoda has a rifle. I want to learn how to use my swords first.

3. I need to take a self defense course.

4. I want to take a tai-chi course.

5. I want to go kayacking and get kisaoda over his fear of falling into the water (silly man)

6. I want to be able to take a bikeride with stpauligirl. in ada. when it is pretty.

7. I want to expand my passions in learning and find people who want to talk about American History, Church History, and who want to ask challenging questions. I want to debate with people who arnt going to get offended.


It is funny how so many of these things involve being in shape. I guess that comes first!

There was alot of suprise when then Mrs. Obama, wife of the Presidential running mate, stated for the press that "for the first time she could be proud of her country".

For the first time I am not.

Christian, Historian, Daughter of Liberty, American, these are words I would use to discribe myself. Now I am less proud, and I think what we did to Poland was wrong. We are on the "wrong side of History" as I heard on the radio today. I agree. The President is wrong. What might come from this, I don't know, but It wont be greater freedom for Poland, The Chec Republic, Georgia, Arminia, or any of the rest.

Do you people see what you did last November?


remember....remember....

Who would have thought that I would get wireless on the crappy old laptop in B&N - I guess Kennys ATT internet account works for free wherever there is an att hotspot. However, my gmail and facebook wont come up. instead I get this....





tekkie ppl? Whas is das? I am a nubette at this wifi thing.

http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=904726


REALLY??????


relativisim is gonna endup making me throw up every morning to purge its sickly sweet poisoned fumes.

http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=903780

I can't beleive they are sorry for that? Don't get me as heartless. In college I coached a win-less intramural team, and we were beaten nearly that bad by the volley ball team. (they were lobbing the ball like a volley ball, which was funny in retrospect, but cause a few to get really mad) One girl, who had played high school ball got so mad she wanted to walk off the court. I stopped her, and nearly got punched in the face I thought, but I told her to get her butt back and support her team. Then I made her coach.

I have never seen someone so mad at me before, but I was not going to let her leave the gym with those angry feelings. She got back in and coached her friends on how to loose with fight-grace - and honor.

This is how the world is changing and I do not like it. You can't teach people how to loose anymore. A big part of how you deal with life is how you take a loss, and this team - out of christian charity or some other nonsense - is robbing this loosing team of a valuable life lesson.

1Was on Dragon Cave Forums last night.
2Am engaged to Kisaoda.
3Still laughing and the vampent and shrill disregard for real debate in favor of the bleeding victims brigade.
4Still think you can compare rape to a home breakin as in both are a personal violation.

Sci, E,and the rest....this is why I should not be on online forums. I treat everyone equally, since you can not know someone personally through this type of communication, and for some reason that is unfair. That and I am a sucky representative of the christian community....(they better get someone who cares how others react to the truth).....


.....the long and the short of it really is, Sci I had so much fun with my little knife last night. You would be proud.

Composition is no fun unless you can visualize yourself as a conductor of a great symphony with baton-thingy raised, ready to begin. The flourish......a pause.......and then what you do from there, be it moon the audience or sip cognac with pinky finger raised, is up to you, but that first sentence, that opening title, that is the kicker. That is where everyone takes in their breath in anticipation for you to begin.

In this case, I still stand here, baton-thingy raised, and am peeking back at the audience to gauge where I want to go with this. I pause, tap my lower lip in deep contemplation, circle the dais a few times, and then finally announce with a loud deep note from percussion, that it started with a couch.

This couch and I go way back. Back to High School when my parents bought new furniture. For years we had nice plaid blue and red couch, loveseat, and chair with footstool, but they were tiny and we were no longer.

Now my parents have unexpected and spectacular taste. Not unexpected in the manner which indicates that their class level is below the ability to select fine furniture, but unexpected as that the furniture they find is so fine in itself, any self aware teenager will blush at its appearance thinking "okay, this is a set up. I know I am somewhat neat, but I will ruin this stuff!!!!!!"

I reflect that along with the comfort of the pieces there was also the benefit of allowing the fine furniture to physically manifest my parents expectations of our behavior within their home. And, with exception of moments of extreme brain damage, the furniture remained fine until came time for me to leave for college. My behind parted with that luxury until the summer of 04 when I had knee surgery. I recuperated for 3 weeks on this couch.

It is now the end of 2008. mom and dad have replaced the couches again, and I have been blessed to be able to receive them into my home. (well, really Kennys apartment....but yeah) They are 9 years old and some of the original fluff is gone, but you still sink into these pieces of furniture with a luxuriant sigh of pleasure.

Which is good because I was almost ready to have a bonfire with the couches at about 5PM Saturday night.

I think one of the reasons they lasted so long is that they are HEAVY. The loveseat alone, we guessed, was around 300 lbs. The couch was defiantly over that. Back in the day - when I was in shape, I might have made it, but Kenny and I have desk jobs and were not quite prepared to move it out of a moving truck and 60 yards over snowy ground.

We rented the truck bright and early at 8 am on Saturday. With the help of my very physically fit brother Andy we got it all into the truck. Then the truck stayed there all day till the first of our retail service bound friends got off the hook at 7pm. We only managed to get the loveseat, and had to take 10 rest stops in a 30 yard space. I suppose it would have been better had it not been 15 degrees and a foot of snow on the ground, but managing the couch was to much for us to consider.

The chair had to wait till Sunday morning. I was not comfortable driving it back in Saturday nights weather and walking the equally as large chair up my icy apartment steps in the dark.

By the time it was all done, yes we had missed church. Unarguably the Lord was with us all weekend however; I just wish my loved ones (Andy) could remember this blessed fact when they are harping. It almost made the triumph of moving the couch sour. Almost.