Salvation and urination.

This should surprise me way more than it does.

Barnes & Noble

..now has free WiFi. This is good for several reasons.

I can’t get any work done at home. For some reason I just end up playing Monopoly online…or worse, facebooking. It’s a little more shameful out in public to waste time like that. If I look busy, I have to actually be accomplishing something. In this case, it’s simply blogging, but legit because I’m waiting for an email from a client.

The girls are doing homework at the table next to me. Ok that’s a lie. They just finished their homework. BethyGirl1 is writing the entire script of every Halo game that’s ever been released. She currently has 66 pages. I’m not sure what the benefit is, but she gets a great amount of enjoyment from it.
BethyGirl2 is reading a Twilight book. Oh how I despise Twilight…. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the phenomenon. I mean, I get that 12 year olds enjoy it, because it was written for that age group. But it never fails to surprise me that educated adults go gaga over it.

I start hosting Live Trivia Challenge tomorrow night. Should be fun, maybe I’m destined to be a game show host! Watch out, Drew Carey, I’m coming to getcha! Now if I can only get the sound system to work properly… I need some good luck wishes fo sho.

Junk Food Sunday?

So I got a strange itch to get my arse up on this fine Sunday and go to the grocery.

I came back with the following items:

• 1 package of peppered beef jerky
• 1 tub of guacamole
• 1 tub of salsa con queso
• 1 bag tostitoes
• 12 pack of root beer
• 1 bottle Mad Housewife White Zin

Just thought I’d share.

Bless.

 Poor BarOb.  Nobody will remember his little jaunt to New Orleans because of balloon boy.

 

*edited to add: I don’t always have to be eloquent.*

Hmm

I might be back. Let’s see how it goes, shall we?

Yep.

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I saw this today and had to share.

Love

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda

I’m thankful

for
Christmas.
fresh starts.
finding faith.
family.
memories.
learning from mistakes.
independence.
watching young minds and hearts grow.
hope. for me and others.
for feeling love, in all the different ways it manifests itself, even the painful kind.
being able to see the big picture.
the future.

The Bangles, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and me.

 

I’m reading Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Self Reliance.  I’d heard of the book before, back in the old days,  with a negative connotation, but I can honestly say that this is going to be something I go back to again and again.  To try to explain the wisdom I’ve found in it would lessen its power.  I have a feeling there will be many passages included in future entries.  Here’s number one:

“No man can learn what he has not preparation for learning, however near to his eyes is the object.  A chemist may tell his most precious secrets to a carpenter, and he shall be never the wiser – the secrets he would not utter to a chemist for an estate.  God screens us evermore from premature ideas.  Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.”

RWE, Self Reliance