one of the highlights of my trip was getting to see the real robot from Lost in Space. He is like a robot bear, big belly, techie geek and very gay.
LMAO! Joel, you have the best sense of humor! *sigh* I love ya, ya big bear! I wish I were there so could hug you.
((((Joel))))
Andi
today, on my way home from school, i saw my previously stolen bike in front of a corner store.
i first (big mistake) confronted the guy who stole my bike.
the guy failed to comply.
That's when my Tae Kwon Do training came in. Then, I did a roundhouse kick to his shins, a reverse side kick to his ribs and then an uppercut punch to his face. He then was placid until the police came, positivley ID's my bike and then let me go home with it.
CRR,
I hope this guy doesn't find you again somewhere else. Please be careful. I'd hate for him to retaliate.
(((((Hugs)))))
Andi
the higher education thread got me thinking about the thing i loathe, despise, hate with the intensity of a thousand suns about the wbts, namely, the loss of my childhood.
i remember when engaging in blistering arguements with my parents about being able to play sports or take up an instrument or dream of being an astronaut, or whatever thing the society frowned on that i wasn't allowed to do at the end i would always get the same final reply, "when you are 18 and out of the house you can do whatever you want.
i can go back and play pop warner football, or little league baseball, or play in the school band, etc?
Oh really. I can go back and play Pop Warner football, or little league baseball, or play in the school band, etc? And the worse thing is, even some of the things I could do aren't the same as they are when you are a child. Sure I can go play slo pitch softball now with the guys from the office, but that isn't the same as it is for a kid playing little league baseball when he can devot his whole being to it and dream of being the next Mickey Mantle or Willie Mays, its a bunch of old guys with creaky knees and beer guts goofing off. The magic that accompanies the activities for a child is gone as an adult, the dreaming of what could be when life is still largely unlived and all possibilities are all still wide open.
I understand. No matter what I'll never be a cheerleader or a star on the high school volleyball team like I wanted. I'll never remember the magic of my "first date", or prom or other typical teenage/childhood things. That magic of not really worrying about anything but homework, finals, and the cute boy in math class. It is a loss I've had to grieve over for years now.
But in that grief, I've also learned there are things that I can do with a childish perspective. When I play sports, I do play with everything I have. I cheer my team mates like a little girl screaming and yelling. I've found my encouragement actually is infectious and before you know it, the whole team is playing like a bunch of kids. It's rather funny. Then we celebrate with a slushy at Sonic...just like when we were kids. Granted, we are slower and have a few more aches and pains, but it's the attitude with which you play, not necessarily the young muscles.
Christmas is huge in our family. Not so much the presents, but the getting together and playing games, tasting treats, licking the bowls, snuggling next to the fireplace and reading a story. Drinking hot cocoa with huge marshmallows on top and dipping a cookie in it. Family is what's important in our holidays. I hope to pass that down to my children someday.
I think we can do what we've always wanted to do, it's just up to us how far we're going to take it. When you meet an elderly person that has lived an amazing life, is it really WHAT that person has accomplished that makes him/her so attractive? Or is it the attitude they lived their life with? That ornery vibrant twinkle in their eye? My great-grandmother is like that. The woman is 97 years young...the orneriest, silliest, funniest person in my family. She acts more like a kid than most of her great and great-great grandkids.
Andi - hoping to be an ornery, vibrant, twinkle-eyed person for the next 65 years.
i feel like i have been slowly losing my mind since the age of 10 or so, maybe before that.
the process seems to be speeding up.
it may just be an inevitable fact of my existence.
(((((Joel)))))
with my little devin!
you parents know what im talkin about.
you always love your kids but ya know those days when they are just such a joy to be around?
Awww! What a cutie. April, you are so cute with your baby in that picture. You look so proud!
who is your favorite bible character and, or, account and why?
Esau, he was hairy
LMAO! ((((Joel))))
((((((angel))))))
Congratulations!!! Pics! We want pics!
for the last four or five weeks i have been locked in a relationship with a person that i used to think was so very sexy, but now after
spending all day every day with this person i want a very fast moving bus to come thru our parking lot at lunch time..get my drift?
actually i am locked in a training room for a six week period with a very beautiful girl that is one of my friends.
*giggle*
I'm sorry Sparky...it just is funny...now that I've met you, I can hear your voice saying this. I sympathize.
court file no.
superior court of justice.
watchtower bible and tract society of .
((((Ashitaka!!!!!!!))))) How are you? Miss you 'round these parts!
the thread started on "an invitation to a wedding" with all its talk on manners got me thinking...... is there any other childless person out there that is tired of being invited to the birthday parties of friend's children?
i am childless by choice.
i have a large family with many kids, visiting me, making a huge mess of my house, bugging me for money to go to the store, waiting for me to drop off their gifts every year, playing pranks on me (i'll get those little suckers back), walking around with my shoes on, peeing in my bed, etc.
I don't mean to be a hard-ass about it, but an invitation is just that...an invitation. It's not a subpoena. If you don't want to go, don't go. If you feel guilty about it, then those are YOUR emotions, not hers. I cannot complain when I feel obligated to go to something I don't want to go to. I'm not a 6 year old being dragged to a bookstudy or meeting anymore. I'm a thirty-something adult that has a life, which does not include spending loads of money on someone I don't know. If someone else has an issue with that, then it's their issue - not mine. And if they take issue with it and/or are rude about it, then perhaps they aren't as good of friends as I thought they were.
If it's too scary to think about it that way, there are all kinds of nicey white lies you can give to not go.
"Oh, I just got your invitation to Suzy's 3rd birthday party, but...
...my executive VP is in town that week and our staff dinner is that night." Or...
...I have a wedding to attend that day." Or...
...I have a huge project I'm working on at work and that night is the deadline. I know I'll be working late." Or...
...I have family in town that weekend."
You don't even have to say the lie if you just want to say you've "got plans". Those plans may be to sit on your butt and watch As the World Turns, but they're plans.
"Oh, I just got your invitation to Suzy's 3rd birthday party, but I've already got plans that afternoon."
I just don't understand it when people complain about getting invitations to something they don't want to attend. Why be controlled by family, friends, or office workers. Give your regrets and don't go. It just seems so simple to me.
