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May 19th, 2004
01:53 pm - the time has come to say good-bye
my blog will be migrating to its new location at:
http://randomsass.blogspot.com/
stop by my newest playground and say hi. if you're nice i'll give you a whirl on the merry-go-round.
(although it is still under construction in some areas - wear your hard hats!)
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May 18th, 2004
12:26 pm - theology on tap
vintage has a monthly gathering at a local brewery for theology on tap. it's been a surprising turnout of people who came because the N&O article some time back mentioned their theology on tap sessions. most are surprised any church would recommend, much less follow through with such a thing.
heading out tonight to that with two friends in tow. both are good guys that are seeking and theology on tap is right up their alley.
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May 17th, 2004
12:42 pm - welps & consequences
i have about six angry, red, itchy welps on my left leg, presumably from mosquitoes. the odd thing is that they were not apparent to me until late last night when they began to itch. i don't recall feeling them, but i assume they occurred when i had one leg propped out of the hot tub into the cool night air.
it made me wonder how often we let annoying, pesky things into our lives ... the ones that take our joy and leave the consequences, yet we don't know until some time later when the damage is done and we're smarting from the pain and showing welps as consequence.
am i getting too deep today?
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May 16th, 2004
07:17 pm - collapse
i'm back. and i'm ready to collapse. this cold medication has made me loopy and cranky. not a good combination. i suspect that it was aided by my non-stop weekend action.
first, my weekend started on a strange note when my old boss came by to see me. technically she was already at the firm for a meeting with an attorney and asked the receptionist to call me. when the receptionist called me and said "someone's here in the lobby to see you.", my response to her was, "for me?". she confirmed and said i should "hurry!" before she clicked off. my mind begins spinning a mile a minute wondering who it is: mom and dad? nope, they'd call, not to mention 3 hours is a bit of a hike for a "drop-by visit"; a client? nope, my main client is in new jersey and she'd definitely give me a heads up, not to mention demand that we go out for a drink. sarah? nope, at the beach. deena? nope, heading to see her shortly in wilmington. spab? nope, he'd know better than to drop by without calling first. a hot guy? nope, the chances of that are ... slim to none. at this point i've made it up front to see donna standing there. it was good to see her and hear what's going on with her, although her life is somewhat in disarray according to her. she's one i prayed for often and need to remember to continue doing so. after a 20 minute conversation, i gave her a big hug and sent her on her way, promising we'll do lunch soonly.
i slaved away on friday, looking up around 4 PM to find i'm about the only person left. everybody else? out partying. me? slaving. i stayed til 5:30 PM and then headed out into the pits of hell, i mean rush hour traffic that exists on the beltline to I-40. of course there's construction because the state of north carolina is in a perpetual state of construction. of course there are a bazillion cones randomly stuck in the lanes on I-40. of course everybody and their mother, brother and sister are heading toward the beach. but who cares? i crank my mayflies USA, walking in a straight line cd and pass the next 2+ hours easily. i would, however, like to reiterate my hate for four-lane interstates. meaning two lanes one way and two lanes another way. especially heading to the beach. i mean, WHY?!
i arrived that evening at deena's parents' house only to be greeted by an empty house with mufasa (her cat) running to greet me. deena and her pops were out getting the last of their gear for the upcoming grand canyon backpacking/rafting trip they're taking in june. her mom was across the street. the front door was standing open so i wandered in. good thing they like me. i called deena's cell and she informed me they'd be home soon, so i squandered the next hour playing with mu-mu, who coincidentally was obviously missing his auntie shasha. i could see it in his eyes. so what that he squalls a bit when i pick him up - he just doesn't like being held by anybody. i would like to take this moment to comment as well that this cat has been to more foreign countries than i. not that i'm bitter. that is all.
upon deena plus the smiths return, we begin planning for our wedding extravaganza hoopla event for the next day. beach time? what's that?! obviously not a priority considering it's rainy. i think it was a conspiracy to make me miss a day on the beach, but for deena, i'll sacrifice.
saturday we went ALL DAY. and by ALL DAY i mean from 9 AM until 6 PM straight with a million stops, a million small arguments between deena (the bride) and deena's mom (the bride's mom/assumed wedding planner/obsessor of cheesemuffin bridal things - i kid you not). we visited a couple bridal shops for bridesmaid dress shopping. yet another reminder that my chesteseseses will be an issue, yet again, for dresses. seriously, who makes such hussy dresses?! i will not parade around sharing the girls with the world, especially not in december. we were unsuccessful with many, but not to be daunted. next weekend we have an appointment here in raleigh for a store since deena will be here anyhow for yet another mutual friend's wedding.
at the reception site we stumbled into an already decorated for an upcoming reception hall, so we got to get a better idea of things. not my choice, but then again this entire wedding will most likely be not my taste. i mean, how do you politely respond to your friend's mom when she shows you these hideously ugly candle decorations things and she says "do you like them?". as my policy is never to lie, i try to say something positive. i still haven't concluded if "hmmmmm, they're not my style but i think they will go great with X, Y & Z that you have." it's not meant to be an insult. but then again 80s glam was never meant to come back and somehow, some way, her mom has attempted to capture that look. i must have repeated to myself at least fifteen times on saturday "it's not your wedding, it's not your wedding". i'm so proud.
i made a few purchases on saturday. we went to this fabulous place called pinehurst pottery. it looked like a hole-in-the-wall junk place, but they sell a huge array of silk flowers and odds and ends. while deena and her mom were entranced with the silk flowers (don't like 'em), i managed to find bunches of curly willow for $1.25/bundle. these same things in raleigh are about $7-8. hello?! can we say deal? not to mention i've had this kickin' stainless steel vase that i've been meaning to accent but didn't want to pay $24 for the 3 bunches it would take to fill it. (you can call me a cheapskate if you want, but that won't take away from the sheer beauty of my $1.25/bundles of curly willow that will soon be situated and looking swell.) on top of that, i got the funkiest glass beaded/wired windchime/interior decoration thingies for $3.99/ea. what? i know .... i picked up one to accompany the home depot gift card for jess & stephen's wedding and one for myself 'cause i just did. ROCK. i also treated myself more ... since i wasn't able to hit the beach i decided something citrus was required, something like a tangerine linen swingy skirt from old navy. yeah, that's about right.
saturday evening? her dad cooked ribs (ugh) but was kind enough to barbecue chicken breast for me. so we had dinner outside in the cool breeze. after lounging around for an hour or so chatting with the fam, her mom, deena and i got some well-deserved recuperation time in the hot tub with smell-good bubbles. there is nothing like relaxing in the hot tub, under the stars, on a clear night with just enough of a breeze that it's not to hot to submerge yourself in the jets. not to mention my feet were killing me and my back was in dire need of a massage. so that wasn't a massage, but it was close enough.
this morning we went to her parent's church. it's been awhile since i've been in such a traditional church. the people were relatively friendly but they have one of those weirdo rules of letting kids into the services. i must soapbox - parents, if your kid cries, screams, yells, or throws tantrums, you should remove them from the church since they are definitely distracting to the people around you and most likely to the entire congregation. a little girl of about three was screaming at the top of her lungs about something. after five straight minutes i though i would go back there and haul her out if her parents didn't. finally they did. on the other end, there was a girl who apparently had tourette's syndrome. i kid you not. i tried to ignore because it seems that perhaps church is the only place her parents may get to take her without being worried about bothering people. that made me rethink my priorities a bit.
overall, a good and very tiring weekend. no beach time, but that's okay. helping deena with wedding planning is well worth it. and at the least having some input to steer her mom's 80s glam vision of this wedding to safer territory could be a good thing. if not, pray for me in december as i'm in a wedding of 80s glam. i do draw the line at wearing big poufy hair and madonna-ish clothing.
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May 14th, 2004
04:08 pm - so ready
for the beach.
heading there after work. sunshine + waves + relaxation + hot-tubbing in the evenings.
i need a vacation. and soonly.
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May 13th, 2004
09:50 pm - life is beautiful and random
i will speak randomly this evening. you will like it.
i had a sick day today, staying home as much for my cold-racked body as for my mental health. work has been busy, many deadlines are looming. but i literally had no voice today when i woke up. my voice is back now (i know you care), though i sound like those typically smoker femme fatales of the 1930s. not my best moment.
despite my sickness, i went with jess to do the collages of photos for their wedding coming up on the 23rd. as a thank you for all my help with wedding things she gave me a schnazzy leather-bound, daisy-embellished album, spiral notebook (for secret thoughts, oh my!), and this kickin' hula dancer-topped pen. i'll be writing in style tomorrow and all will be jealous. i tried to find her for your viewing pleasure but she is unavailable, so you'll have to take my word for it.
speaking of weddings, i find myself more prone now to write "when/if" when referring to myself + marriage. it used to be "when" i marry. i haven't decided yet how i feel about that. what it does tell me is that there is some part of me which is no longer trusting God implicitly on this matter, fear that perhaps my general peace that one day my mr. sha will take me as his bride is really nothing more than my own selfish desires and not of God. satan certainly likes to use us against our own selves.
today i finally read the weekly tommy nelson, song of solomon email that i received today. loved what he had to say about attraction in marriage:
Romance Series (Part 27): Changes in Attraction
Considering the story I ended last week's devotional with, you will see that Solomon seemed to feel the same way about his wife: "How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!" (Song 7:6). One of the meanings of the word delight is "charm." Solomon was totally under the spell of his wife; he was fully captivated by her. Though king of his domain, he is enslaved by the delight of his wife. He tried to summarize the totality of her being to him: "This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters" (Song 7:7).
Solomon initially called his young bride a garden. Now he had come to see her as an oasis in the desert. She was a place of rest, refreshment, and nourishment to him-still a delight, but in a different way. At the beginning of their marriage, Solomon was attracted to the beauty and intrigue and bloom of his young bride as well as to her potential. At the later stage of their marriage, Solomon was no less attracted, but he was attracted to different things: his wife's stateliness and fruitfulness to his life. The younger groom Solomon was eager for what his wife would give him. The older husband Solomon was grateful and appreciative for all that his wife gave him. Of all the people on earth, he most longed to come to her. A man told me, "My home is wherever my wife happens to be at the time." That was how Solomon felt. His wife was his place of refuge and pleasure.
what a beautiful thing. yet another reason i am adamant to not make just anyone fit that position.
speaking of men, my "friend" from two weeks ago happened to see me in the parking lot yet again before church. he attempted to impress by yelling, "what, you lost my number?!". to which i replied simply, "no". after a few minutes of speaking, me attempting to indicate i'm happy for him to join us at vintage, but that's as far as it goes, he ends our conversation with, "well, why don't you call me then, since you said you ain't got a man." my reply? "i don't, but that doesn't mean i take the first available that comes along".
really, some people ... and why, oh why, are the randoms always attracted to me?!
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May 12th, 2004
11:59 am - i've heard your cries
since i haven't felt up to posting entries of late, i'll respond to your demands. those who keep pushing for me to write ... the tables are turned! you get to be the one to write answer to the following cheesy quiz. your efforts will be rewarded.
DISCLAIMER - i didn't make up this quiz. it's cheesy yes, but carry on.
1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I loveable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think is my weakness?
8. Do you think I will marry?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
mmhmm. so how does it feel to be on the receiving end?
in all seriousness, life has been quite busy of late. i have things to update and i will ... soonly.
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May 6th, 2004
03:40 pm - don't forget mommies!
i just sent out this morning my mom's mother's day card, since i'm not going to be there with her. i included giftcards for blockbuster and panera bread so she'll have lunch and a movie of her choice.
i told her that one day earlier this week i said something that sounded JUST like her. and it made me smile. those who know me and know my mom will find that funny considering she's my polar opposite. i'm so much like my dad that i always wondered how i was her child. we're talking looks, personality, speech, habits, interests and the like.
oh yeah, and don't let my mom fool you. she's a tiny blond powerhouse with quiet speech and a raucous laugh. watch out.
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May 5th, 2004
04:03 pm - ... busyness ...
but i shall now take the opportunity to say happy cinquo de mayo. be careful as you cha-cha, rhumba, samba and salsa. don't throw out a hip.
olé!
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May 2nd, 2004
10:10 pm - rainy days of shakespeare
today was the perfect rainy day. our first day at vintage's new place began under cloudy, swollen rainclouds. i was scheduled to greet but they needed a friendly face to direct parking into one of our three parking lots, so i volunteered.
i was the morton salt girl, standing out there with my spiffy silver umbrella, directly traffic. i also got pestered by a random guy who wanted my number after asking me random things like, "you get paid to direct parking?" and "where's your man?". i told him i imagined i was too old for him (he looked about 20 but claims he was 26). he then gave me his "resumé" which included the fact that he is jobless, staying at his cousins, has "dough", but "no whip". when i replied, "i'm not that kind of girl ..." he indicated that a whip was a car. who knew?! to make a long story short i refused to give him my number but told him i'd take his number and invite him to vintage next week. score! except not.
after church, lunch with the "ladies who lunch". visits with sarah before she left for her marathon. and then me coming home in the pouring rain to an afternoon of reading + lounging + rainstorms. LOVE IT.
my best afternoon amusement was my poems of fun and fancy (FANCY!). after my dad had commented on the phone yesterday that i'm just like my mom with the sighing when something irritates me, i found shakespeare's excerpt a bit humorous.
sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ... from "much ado about nothing"
sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
men were deceivers ever;
one foot in sea, and one on shore;
to one thing constant never:
then sigh not so,
but let them go,
and be you blithe and bonny;
converting all your sounds of woe
into hey nonny, nonny.
sign no more ditties, sing no more
of dumps so dull and heavy;
the fraud of men were ever so,
since summer first was leavy.
then sigh not so,
but let them go,
and be you blithe and bonny;
converting all your sounds of woe
into hey nonny, nonny.
and so next time i say "hey nonny, nonny" i suggest you watch out.
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May 1st, 2004
11:15 pm - joy joy joy
two subjects tonight: joyprom & the joy of old friends.
joyprom
where to begin? how 'bout the very beginning. oh, so you mean when i got there at 5:30 when it's still very light outside, dressed in black cocktail attire, wearing heels? ah yes, the heels. i wore them from 5:30 until 8:00 when i kicked them off in a fit of exhaustion and pain. but my heels are not of any substance here while the joyprom instead takes center stage.
you can call me rebellious if you like but i prefer the term "selective". i was attempting to follow these rules to the letter -- no holding hands with guests, no giving guests your last name, no dancing with other volunteers. i think i broke every rule. our "roles" as greeters were to:
(1) cheer and yell for arriving guests so that they felt they made a celebrity appearance on the red carpet with the big-band music playing convincingly in the background;
(2) swarm the car, pulling them from it, smothering them with compliments, and escorting them into the lobby; and
(3) employing our photographic and videographic skills to remember these moments.
most of these rules? out the window when they starting swarming. among the highlights were: the girl who thought i was stealing her boyfriend; the girl who didn't want to be there for the prom and pouted/scowled accordingly; the guy who got upset that i wasn't going to be his "date"; and the kid who kept asking me if i was ready to party. i also broke the cardinal rules and held their hand as i escorted them down the carpet. i don't want to know how many pictures there are of me escorting someone, gripping their hand to keep them from falling, all the while grimacing in the concentration of hopes that they don't fall. however, some were HIGHlariously enjoying their evening, arriving like rockstars, posing and altogether enjoying their evening.
additional highlights after 2.5 hours of me on my feet in heels (can you tell i'm cranky about that?!) were me entering the dance hall to enjoy watching the kids and volunteers dancing. in addition, i was grabbed and swung around the dancefloor by a guest (and by swung, i mean slung ... while dancing to michael bolton ... scariness). i also got the pleasure of dancing to the acid-trip version of the hokey pokey, attempting to lead the electric slide for the crowd with the only other one of my rhythmful friends (note that this crowd was constituted by 200 special needs guests + 200 volunteers ... white people, no rhythm, no clue volunteers, i might add). add to that my pleasure at dancing to outkast's the way you move until i was accosted by a guest who was not playing into that title very well.
anyhow, overall the evening was an incredible blessing to the guests and to us. i'm still exhausted from the greeting + heels + dancing. but it was well worth it.
joy of old friends
this morning my roommate hosted a women's brunch for the s2 class from my church. thankfully it was a small turnout of 12 people (who fit comfortably). since i left PBC for another church, it was a great time to reconnect with some of the women i haven't seen in ages. we talked, laughed, reminisced, and shared what God was doing in our lives.
vanessa (who i haven't seen for any period of time more than five minutes since about three years ago) and i ended up chatting for ages, deciding to make a date of it this evening with joe (another i haven't spent significant amount of time with in ages). after dinner at bali hai (YUM) i headed to $tarbuck$ for after dinner coffee with joe and vanessa.
you know ... some things never change. we still had the same dynamics. two independent-minded, opinionated women, one distinct, opinionated man (albeit he's mellowed). we spent hours discussing issues in life, love, faith, relationships and the like. we didn't solve the world's problems, but that will assuredly be handled at our next meet-up which we promise to do soonly.
and with all of this i retire with a great need for commune with my bed.
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April 29th, 2004
03:14 pm - red hot & not so blue about my review
catchy title, eh?
yesterday my review went great. thanks to all those (who read & don't read this LJ) for the prayers. i came through with flying colors & they think they'll keep me. not to mention a good size raise of which i am all up ons.
so today for lunch a couple coworkers & i went to red hot & blue for lunch. i'd link it if i could but i'm too lazy to type it all out. while it sounds like a strip club, it's not. so, get your mind out of the gutter, pervs.
i'm in the restaurant & i commented "i feel just like i'm in n'awlins," to which chad quipped "good to know since this is supposed to make you feel like you're in memphis." duh.
i ask of you - where were the dancing elvises (elvi?)?! EXACTLY.
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April 27th, 2004
12:02 pm - today we are linkless
i'm updating on my lunch hour because ... i have nothing better to do. hence, we are linkless as i don't have my journaling client that i typically use and at the moment i cannot recall the proper linkage terminology for adding links.
moving on ...
let's talk about expectations. i've been having numerous questions with people of late discussing expectations in every day life. i'm incredibly guilty of having high expectations for people, events and the like. it's something God has been tempering me in undoubtedly, teaching me to raise expectations with His guidelines, not my guidlines.
i have friends seeking new jobs now, having unreal expectations for new employment and wondering why they are so frustrated. now, do not hear me say we shouldn't have expectations because we should. in everything. as the old adage goes, "shoot for the moon ... at least you'll fall amongst the stars if you don't succeed" (paraphrase, of course) whereas if you "shoot for nothing you get ... nothing". and that is for certain. applying this in the realm of job-seeking, we should of course seek a good working environment, healthy expectations for job performance, challenge and the like. but when we're holding out for that perfect job which gives us 3 hour lunches, free spa treatments, free gym membership and a company car, we might have our expectations in the realm of unfair (read: outrageously stupid).
the other expectations i'm hearing of late is about churches and relationships. relationships moreso simply because we're all relational people. my friend who gets married next month hoping her fiancé will change. my friend who gets married later this year hoping she'll gain a happy relationship from something that's rocky. my friend who continues in his relationship with a girl who can't seem to grow up, out of the hope that one day she'll get past the clinginess.
i'm not absolving myself from this. i got another spiel about how it's possible my expectations are too high for men. i still disagree. i have my reasons. i've played that field, held out for those i thought had the potential to change. invested myself in something that i shouldn't have continued, knowing their strength of character was just not there, would never be there. sure, i have some expectations that could be unreal (perhaps that he'll find my quirky humor alwasy alluring or that he'll overlook my addiction to diet dr. pepper - which i seriously need to curb, nutrasweet™ is so addicting).
where am i going with this? i have no idea. just the need to get it down & out of my head into the space of the www. do with that what you will.
and while you're at it, say a prayer or two. work review tomorrow at 4 PM EST. i'm sure all will go well, but prayers always are a comfort.
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April 26th, 2004
09:34 am - moving ... through ... sludge
today i feel as if i'm moving slowly through sludge. i think i'm still zonked from the weekend. more later.
in the meantime, please ponder why i listened to nickel creek's self-titled album on repeat for the drive back yesterday. and i don't recall much of it. i'm in a zone these days ... too much on my mind.
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April 23rd, 2004
10:38 pm - proud o' my pops
i'd like to just take this moment to say how proud i am of my very own daddy. he's on his own little "book tour" right now, peddling his wares. he wrote a book that was of both historical & genealogical focus. our ancestors made some of the world-renowned rifles in western NC, including the one allegedly used by daniel boone. given my dad's love of history, genealogy & gunmaking, it wasn't a huge surprise that he decided to do this. except that he told me about a month before he was going to publishing with it. i'm so proud of him & apparently mom is as well.
my mom, in her sweet southern way, sends me this email detailing his every move: "he left yesterday for his "book tour" going through Hendersonville and Brevard, NC before making it to where he will be staying for the gun show today and tomorrow in Norris, TN. He is sharing a table with another guy to sell his books." yes, i know, she gives random details. but she's my mommy, leave her be.
off tomorrow to spend time with holly since she'll be in NC for recruiting. always a pleasant time to see an old friend, to catch up, to reminisce ... to shop.
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April 22nd, 2004
10:03 pm - what am i getting myself into?
i volunteered to be an escort (dirty!) for the joyprom that we're hosting at our church. essentially the joyprom is a prom for the special needs & handicapped community. since my church (actually, my old church) is in an old hotel, we have the perfect facilities, similar to where a typical prom would be held. we'll have limos taking them from their cars in the parking lots to the front door, valets, greeters & escorts, paparazzi, & booming tunes for boogeying. this is going to be an interesting evening.
so today i get my email telling me what to do, when to meet, job description, etc., etc. & more etc. here are just a few excerpts for your viewing pleasure:
-Be careful about giving your last names to our guests. Beware that if you do give your last name you might start receiving letters and phone calls. It is better to gently avoid the subject than have to tell someone who has called you every night for a week that you never want them to call you again. This is not good for either of you to have to deal with.
how do you politely tell them to move along?!
-All volunteers are invited to join the fun on the dance floor once your "job" is completed and cleaned up if applicable. This is not your prom, so please do not dance with other volunteers--dance with our guests. (This is also not a night club.)
how sad is it that they have to tell volunteers that it's not a nightclub? good thing they told me 'cause i was planning on pulling out my clubbin' clothes & platforms. for the joyprom. yes.
-It is easy for some of our guests to become attached to volunteers. If the subject comes up, you are not their boyfriend/girlfriend, your intentions are to be their friend. In some situations it might be necessary to find another volunteer for a guest to dance with if he or she begins to grow attached to you. If another volunteer gives you "the look", please go help them out. It is not a good idea to let a guest hold your hand either.
wow. just wow. they also have to tell people it's not a good idea to let the guests hold your hand. i swear, are these volunteers from under a rock? or am i just a drone with personal space issues? don't answer that!
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April 21st, 2004
10:06 pm - stunning beauty
my friend drew of one time blind took these stunning photos at the monastary of the holy spirit in conyers, georgia.
my first reaction?: "they have monstaries in georgia?!"
my second reaction? "drew - these are amazing ..."
truly, these pictures depict this eery simplicity that is evoked in a quiet & beautiful place. these sorts of pictures illustrate & remind of the simple beauty of a still & quiet place. if i'd only heed it more often, to find an eerie & cooling silence. here's what drew had to say about his pictures:
[these are]raw photos of raw religion. the kind that make you stop, take notice of the Creator, realize your breath is His, and you sink into the warmth of seeing Him in a new way.
i hope you'll do the same as you feast your eyes upon these images:
columns bathed in stained glass tinted light
stained glass verticles
eerie & cooling silence
you can see three others he took at my new imagestation album. user ID = "SBQ_Sha", password = "randomsass".
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08:51 pm - theology on tap
so i ventured out last night for my first exposure to vintage's theology on tap. so glad i did. it's only held once a month & since i've been coming i've managed to miss every single one of them, since they conflicted with my schedule. however, it's been on my agenda & thus made it to the front of "the list" for places & things to do.
i have to give them credit for renaming this venture to theology on tap ... it used to be called beer & theology. i somehow think this is more conducive to catching people's eye. but then again it could be me. it turned out a couple that was sitting down there beside me were college students who had only been coming for two sundays. they heard of the church from the N&O article & actually came because of the mention of the theology on tap group. he said he imagined that a church that could go to that couldn't be all that bad ...
conversation flowed well amongst the 20+ people who showed. & yet again it proves to be a small, small world. the drummer for vintage's worship team graduated from high school where i'm from (although i didn't know him) & one of the guys there new a friend of mine from longwood. apparently bryce is married with a couple babies now, living happily in virginia. good to hear!
back to conversation ... it flowed easily amongst deep & meandering subjects, along with witty, flirty banter & thought-provoking humor. my kinda crowd. i tasted my very first stout - almond, to be exact. not so bad, considering i'm not a beer fan. point being, though, i will return to the theology on tap again. i'm really looking for some like-minded individuals who enjoy engaging in some conversation besides surfacey small talk.
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April 18th, 2004
08:28 pm - 'splain!
men + ranking women who they pursue = there is no logic.
if you can explain this to me, do so in an intelligible manner, s'il vous plait.
in the meantime i'm reveling in my packed weekend of bridal madness. & here i was thinking my bridal duties for 2004 were over & done. pish posh! i am now the proud owner of the title of bridesmaid for another wedding in december. heh.
i am also the proud owner of a magnetic measuring tape thingie (that i selected as prizes for one of the games at the shower). of course, jess knew who was awesome (along with my partners in crime). our creative abilities precede us with much pomp & circumstance, in a culmination that we won the prize. (yes, it's just a magnetic measuring tape thingie but it's my magnetic tape thingie ... in my kitchen ... handy for measuring ... things.)
in all seriousness, though, the mission was accomplished -- to make jessica feel special in preparation for her upcoming day. between you & me (& the world wide web), it's obviously not her fiancé providing that. squeeze your honey today, tell her she's a precious gift to you & that you appreciate her. i'll bet you'll be appreciative you've done that.
*wink, wink*
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April 16th, 2004
02:09 pm
on my lunch hour today i nipped over to the grocery store (i like talking british at times). while standing in line, i had this older lady tap me on my shoulder as i'm standing there staring off in space.
she says, "he must be someone special.". i curiously reply, "sorry?".
she pats my hand and says, "it's written all over your face, dearie. you're glowingly in love."
i amusedly winked and replied, "he'd better be. i haven't met him yet."
moral of the story? apparently a happy life makes a happy appearance of in-lovedness. plan accordingly.
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