I love my new phone... more than any phone I've had. Partly I love it because it's beautiful and orange! Partly I love it because it sings "Sweet Caroline" whenever it rings! But mostly I love it because it makes my life of texting so darn easy!
Texting is much more my friend than talking on the phone is. There are a few people in my life who I am very comfortable talking to on the phone, but I much prefer to text.
And this phone has a keypad to make all my texting dreams come true!
The only thing I do not love about it, is that I can only store 40 texts on it before it starts to tell me in no uncertain terms that my MAILBOX IS OVER IT'S LIMIT!
For a words of affirmation person, it's hard for me to delete texts. I look back at them, and smile because I can remember where I was when I got them... or keep them because they make me laugh, no matter how many times I've read them.
And I had an idea, plagarized from someone else's blog - I'll write them down! And then I wont be as sad to delete them, and my box can be filled with even MORE words of aff!
So, here are some of the gems that make me coo :)
You were on my "list" Lindsay Jones. Love you!
Awwwwwww... with accompanying finger wiggle. See u in a few.
I had a dream where you looked very cute in a top hat but not so cute in a jumpsuit made out of my comforter cover
I LOVE U
Obamer yer mamer!
STRUMPET!!!
Anytime. I am not overly emotional, but I wanted you to know much you mean to me.
He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it. I'm loving you, my best girls, today.
At this juncture I would like to say tru dat yo and good morning.
You too! And stop thinking about my legs!
You make me smile on the inside and outside! Goodnight precious!
Don't worry about it... I like the grumpy dwarf.
Let us take on this day and wrassle it to the ground til it bawls for mama!
Thanks! Its really rainy and I'm sick... so hopefully it will go well! Have good times with Jesus! :D
Daph is lying in her crib looking at her toes chanting "Aunt Winsey"
A heart and a spine!
Thanks! Go Jesus!!
HAPPY FRIDAY!!! Lots of Sabbath love to you from Jerusalem - your black friend
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Layers
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being abides,
from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
-Stanley Kunitz
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being abides,
from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
-Stanley Kunitz
Monday, November 10, 2008
A Tad Bit Sad...
My blog has been my happy place since 2004.
For all of those years, whenever anything happened in my life, be it happy or sad, my internal thought process was always, "I can't wait to blog about this."
It's been my way of processing much of what has occurred in these last four years.
Life has been incredibly busy. It always will be.
But this time around my blog has been the first thing to suffer.
And it makes me sad.
For all of those years, whenever anything happened in my life, be it happy or sad, my internal thought process was always, "I can't wait to blog about this."
It's been my way of processing much of what has occurred in these last four years.
Life has been incredibly busy. It always will be.
But this time around my blog has been the first thing to suffer.
And it makes me sad.
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