Tonight I watched the movie "Just My Luck" with Lindsay Lohan. Yeah, I know that she's probably not the best act in Hollywood, but I was swayed by the trailer to see this movie. It was pretty cute. Highly hung up on superstition, but that was what the plot was based on. When Lindsay's character was inflicted with bad luck, I had a lot of laughs because I could totally relate.
It seems that when it rains, it pours. I really wouldn't mind a turn around anytime soon if luck really does exist. Like getting food borne illness this last weekend for example. What a great time to spend a couple of days off from work. Tonight I noticed that I have a burst blood vessel in my eye (from having the food borne illness). From having experienced this phenomena once before in both eyes, I know it'll take it up to three weeks to heal. Cool. Sigh. Then there's the love life. Ha ha. I think I've been tossed a new shovel to keep diggin'. It's okay though, I kind have pledged myself to hopefully make up for all the wrongs by finding the right next. We'll see, but here's to hope (since I don't believe in luck really).
Heartbreak from the past has taught me that I don't want to become attached to someone who isn't going to be worth it. What I want and need, is someone who will be my friend first before my lover. Someone like all my best friends. Unconditional love, forgiving, fun-loving, like me the way I am even when I'm being total weirdo, amazing and most importantly having that be part of them and not just an act. Until that person comes 'round, I wait. Until then, I'll let Hollywood have the romance and drama.
: )
God bless.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
From the Archives
I found this in my "drafts" of my oldest email account, apparently I've had email for a long time. This is from when I was 17 and I still maintain my feelings on being Pro-Life and have actually deepened my convictions. I am glad I was smart enough to save it, since I probably wouldn't have remembered it if I hadn't. I haven't accomplished the goal on being a speaker yet, but it's not over yet. Who knows, maybe I'm more meant for the smaller scale of speaking, or to spread the message a different way?
A 17 year old's pledge of love for life
A 17 year old's pledge of love for life
God I pray that you can give me strength and courage to become a Pro-life speaker someday so that others can understand that EVERY life is created in you for a purpose. Even if that life is created through the crime of rape, that child is precious to one who isn't blessed to have their own. Let them know that their sufferings are offered up for the poor souls and they get graces of their own for allowing God's child to live, to go in his ways. And if the case is life threatening, to know that their purpose is to serve God, to serve God by giving life! I know I would allow my baby to be born in ANY case, even if it costs me my life, because my life is NOTHING compared to the plans for His child - would you want someone to kill your baby? ---Adoption is the Option!---
After reading this, you may say, "yeah sure, she says that she'll do it, but will she?" "It's not as easy as she thinks it is." -Yes, I know, I know it wouldn't be easy to follow through on my promise but it's the way God would want us to choose. I'd rather deal with my own suffering than to knowingly sin against the Fifth Commandment of God. I hope after reading this, you too realize that the unborn are innocent children that shouldn't have to pay for our's or a criminal's sins with their life. Please-I beg you-they deserve a chance.Sunday, January 28, 2007
More Misadventures and Adventures
I spent most of the day today trying to recover from food borne illness. Let me tell you, most people don't give a second thought about having their good health until they no longer have it. I know I don't. My roommate came back around 3:30 and she helped to nurse me back to health. My fever broke just in time for us to go see Larry the Cable guy at the DECC.
The Larry show was good, he had a fella named Reno open his act, they both were very funny, a bit crude, but funny. Larry even had his guitar out so he could sing us songs at the end. It was a Mossy Oak patterned guitar. The man is a true redneck. He doesn't discriminate either, he pokes fun at all walks of people. I especially liked his pokes at gangs, and I'd have to agree, if they think they are so tough, they should go clean up in Iraq. He made note of how cold Minnesota is, stating that he almost wore sleeves.
I'm glad that I was well enough to go, it was a good time.
The Larry show was good, he had a fella named Reno open his act, they both were very funny, a bit crude, but funny. Larry even had his guitar out so he could sing us songs at the end. It was a Mossy Oak patterned guitar. The man is a true redneck. He doesn't discriminate either, he pokes fun at all walks of people. I especially liked his pokes at gangs, and I'd have to agree, if they think they are so tough, they should go clean up in Iraq. He made note of how cold Minnesota is, stating that he almost wore sleeves.
I'm glad that I was well enough to go, it was a good time.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
An Addict Going Through Withdrawl
As how I see it, I am an addict. Apparently there are a couple of things that I am addicted to. After starting this diabetic diet, it's apparent to me that I have been heavily into carbs and sugars. This diet isn't like Atkins where you are extremely low carb, but it is extremely reduced and you have to choose good "carb" foods. It is healthy, but if your body wasn't used to as much protein or veggies as mine, watch out. I was bigger for fruits, but this lifestyle calls for less of those and more on veggies. I also wasn't getting much protein, probably in part that I really don't like cooking meat. The first week should be the worst, I'm not quite there yet, so I'm just going to hang in there. If it's not better by then, I will probably have to increase my carbs a bit, probably gunning for fruit. I just think of it as a "cleansing", kicking all the crap food out of my life.
Another thing I probably am addicted to is men. This is a little less severe to me, but they are my krptonite. I definitely have a love/hate relationship with them. I probably am the biggest fan of the "underdog", quickly followed by the "shy" or the "quiet". Another fun type is the "awkward around girls". A couple of my guy friends from back home are like that, they are just so funny to watch sometimes. It's pretty awesome.
Enough of my dorkiness, God bless to anyone who reads my crazy rantings.
Another thing I probably am addicted to is men. This is a little less severe to me, but they are my krptonite. I definitely have a love/hate relationship with them. I probably am the biggest fan of the "underdog", quickly followed by the "shy" or the "quiet". Another fun type is the "awkward around girls". A couple of my guy friends from back home are like that, they are just so funny to watch sometimes. It's pretty awesome.
Enough of my dorkiness, God bless to anyone who reads my crazy rantings.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Talk about giving all you got at work.
Today at work we had a blood drive. I really didn't want to do it, but the lady from the marketing department talked me into it. It sure doesn't help that my blood type is only about 6% of the population. I haven't had the best luck when I've donated before. Once I passed out after leaving the blood bank on a hot day, once I got sick way later in the day and I needed my roommate to pick me up from school, and most times the inside of my veins get so bruised up and torn because they run at crazier angles than they will put the needle in. Today was good, they went for a deeper vein that was perfect for the job. Only minimal soreness : ) . My only issue was they were a little slow, and though I started the process at 12:15, I was finished at about 1:48. Oops. I was scheduled to start work at 1:00. It was for a good cause so as long as I wasn't going to get in trouble for it, I didn't mind. To my pleasant surprise, one of my supervisors told me that Thursday I will be able to make a time adjustment and be credited for my shift. Nice.
It was a good day. I had started out tired, having overslept the alarm for a while. After donating, I felt more alert and having more goodwill towards mankind. They must have taken all my tired, crabby blood. Pity the recipient if that is the case.
After work I finally made it to adoration, the first time in a long time. Hopefully I can stick with my commitment to make it at least once a week. Last year is was so much easier when I lived three blocks from the Newman house with their adoration room. Tonight I brought along a prayer book that our Sunday night youth group used to use and I stumbled across a prayer that I really like. It is the prayer for priests. A beautiful poem, a beautiful prayer.
It was a good day. I had started out tired, having overslept the alarm for a while. After donating, I felt more alert and having more goodwill towards mankind. They must have taken all my tired, crabby blood. Pity the recipient if that is the case.
After work I finally made it to adoration, the first time in a long time. Hopefully I can stick with my commitment to make it at least once a week. Last year is was so much easier when I lived three blocks from the Newman house with their adoration room. Tonight I brought along a prayer book that our Sunday night youth group used to use and I stumbled across a prayer that I really like. It is the prayer for priests. A beautiful poem, a beautiful prayer.
A Prayer For Priests
Keep them, I pray Thee, dearest Lord.
Keep them, for they are Thine-
Thy priests whose lives burn out before
Thy consecrated shrine.
Keep them, for they are in the world,
Through from the world apart;
When earthly pleasures tempt, allure, -
Shelter them in Thy heart.
Keep them, and comfort them in hours
Of loneliness and pain,
When all their life of sacrifice
For souls seems but in vain.
Keep them, and O remember, Lord,
They have no one but Thee,
Yet they have only human hearts,
With human frailty.
Keep them as spotless as the Host,
That daily they caress;
Their every thought and word and deed,
Deign, dearest Lord, to bless.
Keep them, I pray Thee, dearest Lord.
Keep them, for they are Thine-
Thy priests whose lives burn out before
Thy consecrated shrine.
Keep them, for they are in the world,
Through from the world apart;
When earthly pleasures tempt, allure, -
Shelter them in Thy heart.
Keep them, and comfort them in hours
Of loneliness and pain,
When all their life of sacrifice
For souls seems but in vain.
Keep them, and O remember, Lord,
They have no one but Thee,
Yet they have only human hearts,
With human frailty.
Keep them as spotless as the Host,
That daily they caress;
Their every thought and word and deed,
Deign, dearest Lord, to bless.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Out for a Drive
This weekend I was fortunate enough to take a cruise in my pimpin' ride (lol).
(She's a '96 Buick LeSabre with too many miles, 60,000 that I put on myself since October 2003, add'tl fog lamps, Pioneer CD player and a pair of 10" Pioneer subs, 3.8 liter 3800 series V-6 engine that probably doesn't have all 205 horses pulling anymore, but she's still got some power.)
The first stop was at Osseo, Some friends and I from high school got together for a mini reunion. It was good times, we've all known each other ten years or more, so there are not many secrets. We sat around most of the time shooting the breeze, munching on yummy whole wheat products, playing Trivial Pursuit (Pop Culture Edition), Sequence (lots of fun for this first timer- combining bingo, cards and board game) and watching a movie. These girls will always be a part of my life. It seems like even if its been a while since we've talked, that it doesn't weaken our bonds. Praise God for these beautiful friendships. They have truly become an extension of my family, I feel like an aunt to their children (the ones with kids). I have been blessed with the opportunity to live with three of them over the years. The next morning we all went to church together. Being that one of the gals isn't Catholic, I was really touched and glad that she went with us. I will admit it was a surprise.
The nearest church was the next town over, Fall Creek. The church of St. Raymond's was a modern one, and breathtaking at that. Behind the tabernacle there was a huge windows overlooking nature, hillside with trees and beautiful rock formations. I'm not certain if this is favorable by Church teaching, but it was pretty. The music was different too. They had an ensemble of a guitar, a 12 stringed guitar, an oboe, a flute and a piano. Interesting and a pretty sound.
We are planning to reunite again in May. : ) I can't wait.
Later on Sunday I got to swing by my eldest brothers place and see him and his family. His sons gave me hugs upon arrival and leaving. I was impressed, they don't show that much love to me usually when I see them at Grandma and Grandpa's (my folks). My sister-in-law made a lovely dinner and it was fun to watch the boys eat and to encourage them to finish.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Sigh.
: )
Along my journey, I noted a few small towns that I must make it to again when the weather is warm.
Cumberland
Deer Park
Baldwin
Shell Lake
For anyone else who may care, I also recommend visiting the gorgeous tri-cities, triplet cites, whatever, of Baraboo, Portage and Beaver Dam. Antigo, Shawano and Stevens Point are also quite charming. Part of me will always be a redneck, small-town country girl.
At the end of the weekend and the beginning this week, I've decided to take a crack at the Diabetic diet. My friend has suspected me for it for a couple years now, so maybe I can try it to see if I get "healthier" from it. I'm not really concerned about a certain number of pounds so much, but just to become healthier for me. Hope I can stick to my guns. I figure if I blog about it, maybe I'll have better luck sticking to it.
God bless.
(She's a '96 Buick LeSabre with too many miles, 60,000 that I put on myself since October 2003, add'tl fog lamps, Pioneer CD player and a pair of 10" Pioneer subs, 3.8 liter 3800 series V-6 engine that probably doesn't have all 205 horses pulling anymore, but she's still got some power.)
The first stop was at Osseo, Some friends and I from high school got together for a mini reunion. It was good times, we've all known each other ten years or more, so there are not many secrets. We sat around most of the time shooting the breeze, munching on yummy whole wheat products, playing Trivial Pursuit (Pop Culture Edition), Sequence (lots of fun for this first timer- combining bingo, cards and board game) and watching a movie. These girls will always be a part of my life. It seems like even if its been a while since we've talked, that it doesn't weaken our bonds. Praise God for these beautiful friendships. They have truly become an extension of my family, I feel like an aunt to their children (the ones with kids). I have been blessed with the opportunity to live with three of them over the years. The next morning we all went to church together. Being that one of the gals isn't Catholic, I was really touched and glad that she went with us. I will admit it was a surprise.
The nearest church was the next town over, Fall Creek. The church of St. Raymond's was a modern one, and breathtaking at that. Behind the tabernacle there was a huge windows overlooking nature, hillside with trees and beautiful rock formations. I'm not certain if this is favorable by Church teaching, but it was pretty. The music was different too. They had an ensemble of a guitar, a 12 stringed guitar, an oboe, a flute and a piano. Interesting and a pretty sound.
We are planning to reunite again in May. : ) I can't wait.
Later on Sunday I got to swing by my eldest brothers place and see him and his family. His sons gave me hugs upon arrival and leaving. I was impressed, they don't show that much love to me usually when I see them at Grandma and Grandpa's (my folks). My sister-in-law made a lovely dinner and it was fun to watch the boys eat and to encourage them to finish.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Sigh.
: )
Along my journey, I noted a few small towns that I must make it to again when the weather is warm.
Cumberland
Deer Park
Baldwin
Shell Lake
For anyone else who may care, I also recommend visiting the gorgeous tri-cities, triplet cites, whatever, of Baraboo, Portage and Beaver Dam. Antigo, Shawano and Stevens Point are also quite charming. Part of me will always be a redneck, small-town country girl.
At the end of the weekend and the beginning this week, I've decided to take a crack at the Diabetic diet. My friend has suspected me for it for a couple years now, so maybe I can try it to see if I get "healthier" from it. I'm not really concerned about a certain number of pounds so much, but just to become healthier for me. Hope I can stick to my guns. I figure if I blog about it, maybe I'll have better luck sticking to it.
God bless.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Loaves and Fishes!
Tonight was a fun night. My roommate and I decided since that we both worked and early shift, that maybe we should make a dinner and invite some people over. I had this notion that I wanted to make manicotti. I have never made it before, so I was a bit nervous. Despite not having a second oven rack to make the garlic cheesy bread to go with the meal, the meal for us six pulled together beautifully. (we ended up bugging the downstairs neighbor for his oven, and invited him up for food too) Though I never spent too much time with my mother in the kitchen, I must have her inherited her inborn skills for cooking. The review for the food was unanimous, apparently I am allowed to cook again. : D It reminded me of the the loaves and fishes story, I was worried that we might not have enough, but everyone ate well, some even grabbed seconds and there still was enough food to feed probably four more adults.
I really do enjoy cooking, and cooking from bare ingredients as much as possible. (the more steps you must take, the less preservatives and salt and probably healthier for you) Its just that its hard to cook this way for one or two. I was having a discussion about such things with my sister the other night, telling her how I can't wait to stop cooking for one, and hopefully stop working full time. Her being a veteran to motherhood and wife-hood, she just had to laugh at me in her wisdom.
Looking at my life and job and such, I note some of my peers have these office jobs, women too. for a while, it made me feel a little "lesser" that I had no desire for such a job. Tonight I finally realized when I was cooking dinner that it is not that I am "lesser" at all, I'm just different. Upon further thought, I noted that I have some talents for the arts and then it dawned on me: "you moron, this is the difference between right-brained and left-brained people". Huh, no wonder I don't mind monotonous boring jobs, it gives my brain room to roam around and brew new theories and project ideas. I was a strange case in college, I always liked taking the science courses, just to learn. DNA and genetics was one of my favorites to learn about. : D I always knew I would probably never use it for a career.
I really do enjoy cooking, and cooking from bare ingredients as much as possible. (the more steps you must take, the less preservatives and salt and probably healthier for you) Its just that its hard to cook this way for one or two. I was having a discussion about such things with my sister the other night, telling her how I can't wait to stop cooking for one, and hopefully stop working full time. Her being a veteran to motherhood and wife-hood, she just had to laugh at me in her wisdom.
Looking at my life and job and such, I note some of my peers have these office jobs, women too. for a while, it made me feel a little "lesser" that I had no desire for such a job. Tonight I finally realized when I was cooking dinner that it is not that I am "lesser" at all, I'm just different. Upon further thought, I noted that I have some talents for the arts and then it dawned on me: "you moron, this is the difference between right-brained and left-brained people". Huh, no wonder I don't mind monotonous boring jobs, it gives my brain room to roam around and brew new theories and project ideas. I was a strange case in college, I always liked taking the science courses, just to learn. DNA and genetics was one of my favorites to learn about. : D I always knew I would probably never use it for a career.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
You've Got Mail
We've all heard that familiar phrase. Today I got the latest thing I drudged up on EBay. It is a slim vintage Zippo with metal sculpted artwork on the side of the Madonna and Child. When my friends Eric and Kevin saw it, they called it heretical. I suppose, being a lighter, it has the potential to kill and/or inflict cancer. I don't smoke now, but I did socially in the past when I'd go the the bars or out bowling. Not the brightest time in my life, but what can I say, I'm human, I'm not perfect, therefore I am capable of doing some pretty dumb things. I do however have a lot of lighters from my past. I like the look and feel of a Zippo, and respect that it has over 75 years of American craftsmanship. In the next few years I wouldn't be surprised if I had a few more Zippos.
I'm going to state now that this blog will be lengthy, jump around a lot and wont at all tie together. I just feel that since I'm doing this "blogging" that I want to get out a few things that I have been having on my mind lately.
Today I decided that I need to commit to making it to adoration at least an hour a week. I realize that this wont change the world, but maybe, it can help transform my world and my soul. I want to strengthen my convictions as a defender of the unborn and lately, I haven't been doing so well. I lack the boldness that the opposition has. I pray that God may keep me humble and meek, but not when it comes to defending others, especially those who cannot speak up for their rights.
I'm a little disheartened with the media and our society in general today. Today in the break room I was bored on my lunch and just paging through some of the magazines, and I came upon "Glamor". Appalling, to sum it up in one word. There are articles in there about polls on how many women admit to not going back to their homes on the first date, how many women actually keep a tally of how many men they have slept with; there was even a blurb and a glorified photo of this chick from the evangelical church who was supposedly a bishop. Why do women do this to themselves? Basically, the way I see it, women demand all this respect from men and try to be their equal in everything, and all the are doing is losing more respect than ever before. Can they not see the beauty there is in just being a woman? Isn't it a hard enough task to just do what we were created to do? To nurture and support life? Men and women both need to do what they were created for. This is our minimum vocation as God's Children.
I am certain this is one of the worst points in the history of our great nation that women get abused and taken advantage of. It's no wonder when women let men have sex with them whenever they feel like, take birth control and the morning afters and let people kill their unborn babies while casually calling it "abortion of a fetus" (It frustrates me, but doesn't surprise me, how they always dehumanize the unborn)
There is little True Love in today's society.
It's no wonder.
How can you love what you can't even respect?
I'm convinced that Love wont be in full bloom again until people respect life, respect our bodies, and above all, respect God.
As a whole, we are a Godless society.... we have actors, actresses and entertainers that we worship.
I feel very blessed that I have as many truly catholic and conservative friends as I do. If I did not, I would have no hope.
God bless and Thank You to all those who bring me hope.
On a lighter note, my roommate and I watched American Idol tonight. It was the 1st set of auditions and it was pretty entertaining. The one I am hopeful for is the reservist, who also has a husband currently in Baghdad. An American hero for an American Idol. I hope she does well. After my previous rant about the media, I feel the need to clarify that this was maybe the 4th episode EVER that I have seen of Idol. I usually geek out on DISC, TLC, HIST and Discovery Health if I do get the chance to watch TV.
I'm going to state now that this blog will be lengthy, jump around a lot and wont at all tie together. I just feel that since I'm doing this "blogging" that I want to get out a few things that I have been having on my mind lately.
Today I decided that I need to commit to making it to adoration at least an hour a week. I realize that this wont change the world, but maybe, it can help transform my world and my soul. I want to strengthen my convictions as a defender of the unborn and lately, I haven't been doing so well. I lack the boldness that the opposition has. I pray that God may keep me humble and meek, but not when it comes to defending others, especially those who cannot speak up for their rights.
I'm a little disheartened with the media and our society in general today. Today in the break room I was bored on my lunch and just paging through some of the magazines, and I came upon "Glamor". Appalling, to sum it up in one word. There are articles in there about polls on how many women admit to not going back to their homes on the first date, how many women actually keep a tally of how many men they have slept with; there was even a blurb and a glorified photo of this chick from the evangelical church who was supposedly a bishop. Why do women do this to themselves? Basically, the way I see it, women demand all this respect from men and try to be their equal in everything, and all the are doing is losing more respect than ever before. Can they not see the beauty there is in just being a woman? Isn't it a hard enough task to just do what we were created to do? To nurture and support life? Men and women both need to do what they were created for. This is our minimum vocation as God's Children.
I am certain this is one of the worst points in the history of our great nation that women get abused and taken advantage of. It's no wonder when women let men have sex with them whenever they feel like, take birth control and the morning afters and let people kill their unborn babies while casually calling it "abortion of a fetus" (It frustrates me, but doesn't surprise me, how they always dehumanize the unborn)
There is little True Love in today's society.
It's no wonder.
How can you love what you can't even respect?
I'm convinced that Love wont be in full bloom again until people respect life, respect our bodies, and above all, respect God.
As a whole, we are a Godless society.... we have actors, actresses and entertainers that we worship.
I feel very blessed that I have as many truly catholic and conservative friends as I do. If I did not, I would have no hope.
God bless and Thank You to all those who bring me hope.
On a lighter note, my roommate and I watched American Idol tonight. It was the 1st set of auditions and it was pretty entertaining. The one I am hopeful for is the reservist, who also has a husband currently in Baghdad. An American hero for an American Idol. I hope she does well. After my previous rant about the media, I feel the need to clarify that this was maybe the 4th episode EVER that I have seen of Idol. I usually geek out on DISC, TLC, HIST and Discovery Health if I do get the chance to watch TV.
Monday, January 15, 2007
I guess the cliche' is right, Country Music can be depressing.
Well, being its a Monday, and I hate to drone on extra nonsense in my intro blog; I just wanted to say to any music enthusiast that the song "Amarillo sky" by James Aldean makes me have mixed feelings. This song made me think fondly of how my dad raised us kids on the farm and what an awesome set of parents I have. Ironically, at the same time, the song makes me really depressed because I won't have the opportunity to raise my family on a farm. It's a wonderful way of life and great to raise a family, but when a living cannot be made, it simply cannot be done.
(it is a good song though, I recommend giving it a listen)
Fortunately, my brother has been able to keep the farm in the family, unfortunately, he still needs to have my should-be-retired father helping him with some chores because he still has to work another full time job. I am really glad my dad doesn't mind, I actually think it's good. Sometimes when older farmers do TRULY retire, they lose their purpose and start to fade, I've seen it happen too much and heard of many other instances too. Plus, it gives my folks good opportunity to bond with their grandchildren that live there.
Another uplifting thought (good gracious, I've been in MN too long, I actually am developing sarcasm) was brought up when I was talking to my friend Preston the other day. He reminded me that an important day is one month away. I had to groan when I realized that he was talking about Valentines day. Yay for the patron Saint of lovers, but there's not too much for me to look forward to this year. Maybe another year I'll have a little more anticipation for the Saint's day.
(it is a good song though, I recommend giving it a listen)
Fortunately, my brother has been able to keep the farm in the family, unfortunately, he still needs to have my should-be-retired father helping him with some chores because he still has to work another full time job. I am really glad my dad doesn't mind, I actually think it's good. Sometimes when older farmers do TRULY retire, they lose their purpose and start to fade, I've seen it happen too much and heard of many other instances too. Plus, it gives my folks good opportunity to bond with their grandchildren that live there.
Another uplifting thought (good gracious, I've been in MN too long, I actually am developing sarcasm) was brought up when I was talking to my friend Preston the other day. He reminded me that an important day is one month away. I had to groan when I realized that he was talking about Valentines day. Yay for the patron Saint of lovers, but there's not too much for me to look forward to this year. Maybe another year I'll have a little more anticipation for the Saint's day.
An Introduction to the Adventures, or maybe Misadventures of Annabelle Elizabeth.
So I've decided to start a blog, wow. I see it somewhat as an internet journal, and I never have been much for journals, but as my memory worsens as life goes on, maybe it is time for me to record some of my thoughts and events and such.
There have been many times that I have forgotten some of my more nerdy and/or embarrassing moments and have been reminded of them by some of my closest friends. God lov'em. Maybe, this way, I can help myself at least selectively remember SOME things. ; )
This blog name has meaning behind it. After a bit of thought, I settled on naming it after the farm I grew up on that I miss very much. I have a few pictures of it in my slide show on my myspace page: www.myspace.com/annielsie
Eventually I will probably add a few pictures onto here once I become more familiar with this site. Though I can blog on my myspace, I wanted to keep the bulk of my blogging off of it because it is such a "popular" site to cruise on, and lately, there have been some strange people trying to add me as a "friend".
I'm all about meeting new people, but when I get that email from "Nathan" who lives a half hour away and asks me to hang out because he saw my profile and he thinks I'm neat and wants to watch movies with me at 11:20 pm, I think I will just have to pass. Sometimes, interestingly enough, if you reply back to mr. "interested" they never talk to you ever again. Ha ha. Sometimes I wonder what are these people actually thinking. I don't really expect to find love online, at least with a total stranger, I am just curious to see how "interested" these people are, and how far any conversation might go. (I am much too guarded to actually venture that route, at least at this point and time, though I know some folks who actually have gotten together from "meeting" on the internet.)
I miss home, but I know I needed to run away. I originally moved to Minnesota to go to school for a Massage Therapy program, which I have completed, but more than likely will not use unless I need something to fall back on temporarily. My wrists simply cannot take it. I was very surprised by this; after all, shoveling "stuff" for over six years on the farm never bothered me. I've decided much to my Dad's disappointment, that I need to save my hands for better things like art and to hold my future children. I comforted him with the thought that only one of his children is using their degree anyway. Not bad. A one to six ratio.
My mom however, is okay with it, she'd rather me make more art for her personal collection anyway. She has managed to hoard almost every single piece of clay work I have ever made.
She also has many of my paintings/drawings on display in her basement. Well, at least I have one patron.
From my years in 4-H, I have enjoyed exhibiting pieces at the local "fair" and have continued to do so in Open-class. I have expanded a little bit into Photography from this, but that has been brought to an abrupt pause due to a little mishap this last fall. With any hope, I will have some sort of camera again by summer.
Anyway, after this overwhelming intro blog, I doubt many of my blogs will be this long, though some might. Hope some people get a kick out of this, and might even like their lives more because of it, cause I doubt that their lives can have a "Case of the Mondays" as bad as mine. Generally, my life has been great, but there are PLENTY of misadventures that happen along the way.
There have been many times that I have forgotten some of my more nerdy and/or embarrassing moments and have been reminded of them by some of my closest friends. God lov'em. Maybe, this way, I can help myself at least selectively remember SOME things. ; )
This blog name has meaning behind it. After a bit of thought, I settled on naming it after the farm I grew up on that I miss very much. I have a few pictures of it in my slide show on my myspace page: www.myspace.com/annielsie
Eventually I will probably add a few pictures onto here once I become more familiar with this site. Though I can blog on my myspace, I wanted to keep the bulk of my blogging off of it because it is such a "popular" site to cruise on, and lately, there have been some strange people trying to add me as a "friend".
I'm all about meeting new people, but when I get that email from "Nathan" who lives a half hour away and asks me to hang out because he saw my profile and he thinks I'm neat and wants to watch movies with me at 11:20 pm, I think I will just have to pass. Sometimes, interestingly enough, if you reply back to mr. "interested" they never talk to you ever again. Ha ha. Sometimes I wonder what are these people actually thinking. I don't really expect to find love online, at least with a total stranger, I am just curious to see how "interested" these people are, and how far any conversation might go. (I am much too guarded to actually venture that route, at least at this point and time, though I know some folks who actually have gotten together from "meeting" on the internet.)
I miss home, but I know I needed to run away. I originally moved to Minnesota to go to school for a Massage Therapy program, which I have completed, but more than likely will not use unless I need something to fall back on temporarily. My wrists simply cannot take it. I was very surprised by this; after all, shoveling "stuff" for over six years on the farm never bothered me. I've decided much to my Dad's disappointment, that I need to save my hands for better things like art and to hold my future children. I comforted him with the thought that only one of his children is using their degree anyway. Not bad. A one to six ratio.
My mom however, is okay with it, she'd rather me make more art for her personal collection anyway. She has managed to hoard almost every single piece of clay work I have ever made.
She also has many of my paintings/drawings on display in her basement. Well, at least I have one patron.
From my years in 4-H, I have enjoyed exhibiting pieces at the local "fair" and have continued to do so in Open-class. I have expanded a little bit into Photography from this, but that has been brought to an abrupt pause due to a little mishap this last fall. With any hope, I will have some sort of camera again by summer.
Anyway, after this overwhelming intro blog, I doubt many of my blogs will be this long, though some might. Hope some people get a kick out of this, and might even like their lives more because of it, cause I doubt that their lives can have a "Case of the Mondays" as bad as mine. Generally, my life has been great, but there are PLENTY of misadventures that happen along the way.
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