As I was doing the dishes this evening I was having a very interesting conversation with myself, I said to myself, "Self, how different do you think your life would have been if you had..." I won't fill in the blank exactly but it got me to thinking about several different scenarios and how drastically my life would be now if not for several choices I have made, no matter how minor they seemed to be when I made them. The kind of choices that a person hardly takes the time to think about but these little choices have the ability to alter our lives.
I wonder sometimes if just ONE thing had been different how much would that have changed the course of my life. Very "It's A Wonderful Life" don't you think? Of course there is no way to KNOW but sometimes its interesting to contemplate.
I will give you a for instance. Sometimes I wonder how differently my life would have turned out if I had not moved when I was seven, or had I not watched that Disney Channel concert, if I didn't start college five days after graduating from high school, if I had not responded to that email on myspace, and the list goes on and on and on.
But with all this what if I did and what if I didn't kind of thinking I have to stop and put it all out of my mind because even if ONE of these things had changed I know I would not be where I am today with the GREATEST blessing in the world, my little Mayzie.
I believe this way of thinking begs the question, what kind of things do you wonder about, what might have been?
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Bobby Pins!
I have a theory. I believe that a person should always have at least 3 bobby pins with them at all times. Maybe its the MacGyver in me but think of all the amazing things you can do with bobby pins, besides your hair that is.
Bobby pins can supply endless hours of entertainment, think of all the different shapes you can bend them into, true you make them useless after subjecting them to such torture but when they are .99 cents for 60 some are inevitably expendable.
You can clean your ears out.
(I know it sounds gross but sometimes a q-tip just doesn't quiet cut it.)
Bobby pins + Rubberband = Awesome projectile
I have picked many a bathroom locks with a trusty bobby pin.
I can't stand to have my hair down so three bobby pins and I'm set!
What random household item do you use in ways not intended?
Bobby pins can supply endless hours of entertainment, think of all the different shapes you can bend them into, true you make them useless after subjecting them to such torture but when they are .99 cents for 60 some are inevitably expendable.
You can clean your ears out.
(I know it sounds gross but sometimes a q-tip just doesn't quiet cut it.)
Bobby pins + Rubberband = Awesome projectile
I have picked many a bathroom locks with a trusty bobby pin.
I can't stand to have my hair down so three bobby pins and I'm set!
What random household item do you use in ways not intended?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Dream A Little Dream
I had a very vivid dream last night, and yes for those of you that are wondering I do in fact dream in color. This dream last night was strangely calming although within the dream I could feel a great deal of anxiety it was not overwhelming though, and this morning I feel strangely relaxed.
Perhaps I should attempted to illustrate the dream before I get in too deep. It was quite simple really.
I was supposed to be getting ready for a party, my hair was up in blue velcro curlers and my makeup was done and I was standing in an unknown bedroom wearing a slip with a mountain of clothing in front of me piled up in a huge mess. I know I am running late and that I should be getting ready but I just don't know what to wear. Out of nowhere I feel two arms wrap around me, strangely this doesn't worry me at all. This man explains that I need to hurry because we are running late but he doesn't say it as though he is annoyed he says it warmly and somehow with encouragement.
My sister then bursts in, ushers out the man and harrasses me about not being ready. She notices the massive pile of clothes and asked what on earth happened. I explained that I had no idea how it had gotten to this and just sat down on the bed ready to give up. Well my sister miraculously manages to find something presentable to wear and hurriedly helps me finish getting dressed and puts the final touches on my hair.
I walk out of the house into a beautiful back yard with round lightbulbs strung in long hanging rows, there is music playing and people laughing, its the perfect evening. The man that was so encouraging before has returned and looking very dapper asks me to join him on the dance floor. I can feel everyones eyes on me but I can't figure out why and I suddenly realize I am back to standing there in just my slip. Where my clothes went I have NO idea but there I was revealing much more than I felt comfortable with and wanted to run and hide, I blushed a lovely shade of crimson and could hear people laughing. Yet the man that was leading me around the dance floor was not worried he quickly shrugged his jacket off put it around my shoulders and continued to dance with me telling me how amazing I looked and how lucky he was to be with me. He was so calming, soothing and comfortable to be with that the world seemed to slip away, even standing there in front of countless people in nothing but my slip.
What this dream meant I have no idea but the horror I felt at being the center of attention for the wrong reason was subdued by the calmness of the man in my dream and the radiating warmth and tender feelings continued on into the morning.
Have you ever had a dream where things were off but you felt completely comfortable with it?
Perhaps I should attempted to illustrate the dream before I get in too deep. It was quite simple really.
I was supposed to be getting ready for a party, my hair was up in blue velcro curlers and my makeup was done and I was standing in an unknown bedroom wearing a slip with a mountain of clothing in front of me piled up in a huge mess. I know I am running late and that I should be getting ready but I just don't know what to wear. Out of nowhere I feel two arms wrap around me, strangely this doesn't worry me at all. This man explains that I need to hurry because we are running late but he doesn't say it as though he is annoyed he says it warmly and somehow with encouragement.
My sister then bursts in, ushers out the man and harrasses me about not being ready. She notices the massive pile of clothes and asked what on earth happened. I explained that I had no idea how it had gotten to this and just sat down on the bed ready to give up. Well my sister miraculously manages to find something presentable to wear and hurriedly helps me finish getting dressed and puts the final touches on my hair.
I walk out of the house into a beautiful back yard with round lightbulbs strung in long hanging rows, there is music playing and people laughing, its the perfect evening. The man that was so encouraging before has returned and looking very dapper asks me to join him on the dance floor. I can feel everyones eyes on me but I can't figure out why and I suddenly realize I am back to standing there in just my slip. Where my clothes went I have NO idea but there I was revealing much more than I felt comfortable with and wanted to run and hide, I blushed a lovely shade of crimson and could hear people laughing. Yet the man that was leading me around the dance floor was not worried he quickly shrugged his jacket off put it around my shoulders and continued to dance with me telling me how amazing I looked and how lucky he was to be with me. He was so calming, soothing and comfortable to be with that the world seemed to slip away, even standing there in front of countless people in nothing but my slip.
What this dream meant I have no idea but the horror I felt at being the center of attention for the wrong reason was subdued by the calmness of the man in my dream and the radiating warmth and tender feelings continued on into the morning.
Have you ever had a dream where things were off but you felt completely comfortable with it?
Monday, June 22, 2009
Back to School
Today I am up on campus IN a class for the first time in more than two and a half years. Its like stepping back in time.
I recall my first day on campus as a freshman, I had graduated from high school a mere five days before and there I stood in front of the business building - which happened to be the tallest building on campus - staring up at it like a tourist in New York City for the first time. This was daunting. I took a deep breath and slowly made my way up the few steps and into the building. My first day was a whirlwind all of these amazing scholars were here to teach ME something I sat there and listened as best I could they were using words I had NEVER heard before, colloquialism is the one that stands out in my mind, they kept using it over and over, and expected me to know what they meant! I remember going home after that first day and feeling completely overwhelmed I vividly remember lamenting to my mother that I did not understand nearly every other word out of the lectures mouths! She gave me great advice, write down the words I didn't know and look them up when I got home. I made good use of my graduation present -a dictionary- that summer.
Now, I am back on campus and I have a hard time processing how much things have changed since I have been here. There are new buildings all over the place, new dorms and a new library, the old library that I spent so much time in studying has been torn down. In its place, just a vast expanse of grass, its as though the quad has just stretched out a bit. The whole feeling of the campus has changed but as I sit here in class (we are watching a movie I could that I have seen enough times to recite most of it by heart- Dave) I realize that the reason for being here and the fundamentals are still the same. I'm still attempting to finish my degree and I still LOVE the knowledge that these people have to share and the passion in which they present it.
The movie is almost over and my professor should be returning soon. On to discuss the Political Culture of the United States. Wish me luck, and cross your fingers that I will be able to keep up.
P.S. Colloquialism defined: a colloquial expression -- what is colloquial? characteristic of or appropriate to ordinary or familiar conversation rather than formal speech or writing; informal.
I recall my first day on campus as a freshman, I had graduated from high school a mere five days before and there I stood in front of the business building - which happened to be the tallest building on campus - staring up at it like a tourist in New York City for the first time. This was daunting. I took a deep breath and slowly made my way up the few steps and into the building. My first day was a whirlwind all of these amazing scholars were here to teach ME something I sat there and listened as best I could they were using words I had NEVER heard before, colloquialism is the one that stands out in my mind, they kept using it over and over, and expected me to know what they meant! I remember going home after that first day and feeling completely overwhelmed I vividly remember lamenting to my mother that I did not understand nearly every other word out of the lectures mouths! She gave me great advice, write down the words I didn't know and look them up when I got home. I made good use of my graduation present -a dictionary- that summer.
Now, I am back on campus and I have a hard time processing how much things have changed since I have been here. There are new buildings all over the place, new dorms and a new library, the old library that I spent so much time in studying has been torn down. In its place, just a vast expanse of grass, its as though the quad has just stretched out a bit. The whole feeling of the campus has changed but as I sit here in class (we are watching a movie I could that I have seen enough times to recite most of it by heart- Dave) I realize that the reason for being here and the fundamentals are still the same. I'm still attempting to finish my degree and I still LOVE the knowledge that these people have to share and the passion in which they present it.
The movie is almost over and my professor should be returning soon. On to discuss the Political Culture of the United States. Wish me luck, and cross your fingers that I will be able to keep up.
P.S. Colloquialism defined: a colloquial expression -- what is colloquial? characteristic of or appropriate to ordinary or familiar conversation rather than formal speech or writing; informal.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Welcome!
Welcome to my little blog.
I have been blogging for quite some time now, to keep my family updated on the goings on of my little girl -whom for the purposes of this blog I will call Mayzie- and myself. Today I finally decided to create a blog for fun for my own musings on life.
So without further ado, Welcome to my Blog! Not Quite Over The Rainbow, because lets face it I haven't made it to Oz quite yet.
What a beautiful day! It has been raining almost constantly for the last three weeks, with minimal breaks in the dreariness. Today, however the Sun has decided to finally make a prolonged appearance! Its been shining all morning. How lovely. I guess that means I should wade my way through the sea of DVD's - my little Mayzie has pulled all the DVD's off the stand and scattered them across the family room- and reconvene on the front porch to get some much needed vitamin D!
Ah, glorious sunshine! It has been too long! I am sorely tempted to pretend to be a cat, just curl up on the warm sidewalk and take a little nap. Oh, but my little Mayzie won't have any of that she has decided that instead of napping she would much rather play in the puddles the rain has left behind. She needed to take a bath anyway. Is it just me or do all parents delight in the laughter of their children?
Something funny about all this rain that has been coming down I have not noticed any rainbows mostly because the storms have started in the late afternoons and continued late into the nights. I will keep looking for the rainbows though.
I have been blogging for quite some time now, to keep my family updated on the goings on of my little girl -whom for the purposes of this blog I will call Mayzie- and myself. Today I finally decided to create a blog for fun for my own musings on life.
So without further ado, Welcome to my Blog! Not Quite Over The Rainbow, because lets face it I haven't made it to Oz quite yet.
What a beautiful day! It has been raining almost constantly for the last three weeks, with minimal breaks in the dreariness. Today, however the Sun has decided to finally make a prolonged appearance! Its been shining all morning. How lovely. I guess that means I should wade my way through the sea of DVD's - my little Mayzie has pulled all the DVD's off the stand and scattered them across the family room- and reconvene on the front porch to get some much needed vitamin D!
Ah, glorious sunshine! It has been too long! I am sorely tempted to pretend to be a cat, just curl up on the warm sidewalk and take a little nap. Oh, but my little Mayzie won't have any of that she has decided that instead of napping she would much rather play in the puddles the rain has left behind. She needed to take a bath anyway. Is it just me or do all parents delight in the laughter of their children?
Something funny about all this rain that has been coming down I have not noticed any rainbows mostly because the storms have started in the late afternoons and continued late into the nights. I will keep looking for the rainbows though.
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