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Tuesday, 12 June 2007

  • Thoughts:

    Life is so good, but it's so hard!! It's been a difficult couple of days for me, just reflecting. There are so questions overflowing in my mind, and really, I'd just like some answers. Why do relationships change? Why do friendships wane? Why do people turn away from God? Why do others choose never to pursue Him wholeheartedly?

    I look at the world around me, the world I know, the world I encounter everyday, and it's a startling reality. The enemy appears to be succeeding. There is a promise - that Christ came to give LIFE and yet, I look around and nobody is really LIVING! I'm watching the enemy steal, kill, and destroy lives everyday, and it's breaking my heart. Why can't they see? Why don't people want to really live? My God, how do we help them!

    Does anybody else notice it? Am I crazy? Can we just stop all of our futile activities, everything we busy ourselves with and just wake up to the world around us? People are DYING!

    I had a unique experience last week; I dreamt I looked deep into the eyes of someone without God. Suddenly their eyes became, quite literally, a window to their soul and I could feel all of their emotions: the emptiness, the hopelessness, the despair, the loneliness, the fear. But there was more; just when I was overcome with the weight of their emotions, I looked again. And I could see it. They looked back at me, and I saw a distant, faint hope: hope that I had the answer. I was ruined.

    And I seem to be still. I'm desperate, DESPERATE, to see God move in people lives. And when I say move, I mean MOVE! Heal them, free them, bring them into LIFE, the life that Jesus promised, the life that no one is satisfied with until they have it. It's a feeling of overwhelming devastation and defeat when you realize people you know, people you've loved, people you've prayed for are not experience Life. It's heartbreaking. I'll be the first to admit I don't know how to get them there. But God help me because they've got to have it. And I'm supposed to be the answer; we're supposed to be the answer.

Wednesday, 08 November 2006

  • BAMBOOZLED!! HOODWINKED!!

    I can't believe it. I like to think of myself as a relatively intelligent individual. You know, an intelligent perceptive young lady who makes wise decisions, not easily duped.

    So there's a gym that I've been attending for the past couple of years. We won't mentioned that name (it's at the corner of Oakdale & Highlands Pkwy) but it's a relatively small yet convenient gym that my former roommates and I joined a while back. Over the past couple of years, they've not had consistent management, and "questionable" individuals seem to always come in, serve for a time, then disappear and two weeks later, another "team" of individuals will come in and the process would begin again.

    Right around the time of our contract renewal, new managment entered, and a particular individual, who admittedly seemed as shady as I've now discovered he was, offered us some nice incentives. Because we'd been loyal customers and our contract had expired, he said could offer us a cash-based deal where we'd simply pay a small cash fee and receive another year of membership. He packaged it nicely explaining how he'd recently purchased the gym, and was in need of capital and he wanted us to remain loyal customers to the facility. Since there was such a need for capital, that deal was only available if we paid cash. Again, it was not unnoticably scandalous, but such was the reputation the gym had in our eyes anyway.

    We did wait a few weeks to see if this guy would continue to stay around before renewing the deal, during which time (I now remember) that he called quite frequently to ask if I'd take advantage of this short-term cash offer. When I'd go to the gym he'd make a rather aggressive attempt to be friendly; he appeared often to have just woken up, and even on one occassion asked to borrow money because of an emergency illness. Now I admit I recognized that this was a bit unorthodox, but he really appeared sick, and I decided I'd have no expectation of him paying me back, but I'd give him the money. Yes, it was all very shady, but nonetheless, he remained for enough time for us to think it'd be worth it. Naively, we took the deal..

    Given the circumstances, the information I received yesterday should have come as no surprise. New management has come in (again) and removed this guy because he was stealing money - all those great cash-based deals went to support his personal medicinal habits; he was LIVING at the facility - hence the reason he always appeared to have just awoken, and now the debt collectors of his dangerous habit were beginning to visit on a regular basis looking for him! No wonder he appeared so sick the day he asked for money to go to the doctor!!

    Like I said, I can't believe I went against my better judgment only to be completely and utterly duped. How sad. Yup, I came back to Xanga just to share that story. :)

Wednesday, 08 February 2006

  • Okay, can I get a round of  applause! I'm blogging and it's only been a month since the last one!! Yah for me!

    I just wanted to give a farewell address. Ladies and gentlemen of the Xanga Cult, it's been fun. I've really enjoyed myself - reading your blogs, seeing all of your pictures, really it was a great experience. And although I will never forget what it's done for me, I feel like I've outgrown Xanga. It's time for me to move on to the next phase of my Internet life, and as the Internet is constantly evolving, I too must grow with it. So farewell, my xanga friends; I've recently discovered - MY SPACE!!

    Oh it is the best! I love it already and I've never even blogged. (Oh, if anyone is familiar with it and could pass on the inner workings of My Space, I'd greatly appreciate it. I can't really figure out how to do anything.)

    I'd love to stay and do both, but we all know I can barely keep up with xanga. Nope, here's a clear case of needing to implement boundaries and setting realistic goals! Good bye Xanga, My Space, here I come!

Tuesday, 17 January 2006

  • Okay, so it's only been two months since I've blogged. This is a very time consuming habit. I realize I much prefer to read others, and be able to comment at my leisure than to have to meet the pressing demands of constantly updating, editing, responding to tags....

    LOL. Okay, but I'm watching American Idol, and Jane, there's a girl on here doing your country a huge disservice.

    K, five wierd or interesting things about myself. Hmm....

    1. I'd  stay up all night watching Nick@Night if I could. Some of my favorites are no longer on (The Patti Duke Show, Donna Reed, etc) but I love it nonetheless.

    **K, I'm TRYING TO DO WHAT THEY ARE ASKING BY WRITING MY WIERD THINGS AND I'M RECEIVING ALL THIS GRIEF FROM EVERYONE AROUND ME. MY GOODNESS - BE QUIET SERITA!!!! MYSSI, STERLING, ALL YOU GUYS WITH NO XANGA SITES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    2. This is a LOT less fun with EVERYBODY else's input!!! I used to not like to talk in the morning at all before I've brushed my teeth. I got pretty good at talking through my closed lips; unfortunately, it drove anybody and everybody around me absolutely nuts. I used to not, but you know...I've kind of gotten over it.

    3. I've milked a cow, had a pet pig, and pet chickens.

    4. I once jumped off the second story stairwell at the University of Miami. Yeah, it was the summer before my freshman year in college. Nothing was hurt really - except my pride -  oh, and my left cheek which I apparently rammed my knee into when I hit the ground.

    5. I frequently fall going UP the stairs. Yep, almost every time I go up the stairs I somehow manage to fall down. Actually, it's not just limited to stairs - I sometimes fall when I'm walking for no reason at all. Most recently at the Thrashers game, bowling, hmm...shall I continue.

    And now for the ones EVERYONE AROUND ME IS YELLING OUT!!

    1. I am a condiment maniac. I must douse my food in condiments because I do not like to eat my food dry - but I don't drink usually until the end of my meal.
    2. I am a hard core fan of the hispanic culture. If I could live in any other nation or chose a culture to adopt it would definitely be this one. Some people (Myssi, Sterling, Rita) would say I'm a little obsessed, (my favorite movie is Selena, I often watch the hispanic channel) perhaps even would chose to become that if I could but you know....
    3. I've gave up sleeping with pillows about 10 years ago - I'm sure I heard something about it being good for me - only to recently discover that it's probably NOT good for me, and I'm not trying to break a 10 year bad habit. What a pain!
    4. I am a certified Toddler Pilates instructor. Yes, I frequently do pilates with some of the kids I watch.
    5. I am a huge country music fan which is apparently a big deal because I'm BLACK!! One of my favorite Christmas albums is Kenny Rogers. Okay, can we say people have WAY too many categories. So, in keeping with that, here are all the other ones that fall under this category:
    • I like "Friends."
    • I recently had to ask what "Rapper's Delight" was.
    • I just figured last year what "OG" stood for. (For those who still don't know: it's Original Gansta).

     

Tuesday, 29 November 2005

  • HAPPY BELATED THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!

    So, this Thanksgiving I ate more food than any one person should ever eat in a given period! It was good though! Dresssing, Mashed potatoes, Mac & Cheese, Sweet Potato pie...ah...good times.

    So, Thanksgiving riddle for ya.

    Question: How does this...

      

    become this...?

     


    Answer: This!

    And the story goes...
    So, I'm lying on the floor watching a movie with the Brown kids (Thanksgiving Eve), and absent-mindedly send Levi into the bathroom to get tissue for his nose. I didn't even realize it was taking him a while to return, so when he did I just moved over for him to return to his seat.

    Instead, Levi kneels in front of me and places his hand on my shoulder looking at me with very confused eyes.

    "Are you okay?" I ask. Wrinkling his brow with an even more concerned look, Levi simply says, "Lowen...bafroom."

    I'm a little unsure of what the problem could be so this dialogue continues for a few minutes, and finally I just tell him to come back and watch the movie, that everything is okay. So, he sits next to me, places his hand on my shoulder again and just looks at me with this intense look of concern. I can't imagine why he's so worried about the tissue for his nose. Finally, I ask, "Levi, what's wrong? Do you need help?" to which he immediately replies, "Yeah!"

    He takes my hand and leads me to bathroom and and with the saddest eyes, points to the toliet, and says "bafroom." To my astonishement, MY CELL PHONE is lying at the bottom of the toliet! I'd completely forgotten he'd had it in his hand before he went to the bathroom!

    PS. Phone works great! We took it apart and let it dry that night, and of course it works now.

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