Monday, January 12, 2009
Um, so I guess I can be a bit inconsistent when it comes to blogging. I am back for now at least, inspired by K Rowe. For some reason I am soooo sleepy right now. It's my first day back at the office after nearly 2 months. I need to sneak away and get a nap! Oh, cool news: I got a PS2, DDR, a dance pad, Rock Band and all the instruments for $70! That's right, $70!! Ok, I'm going to nap for 15 minutes or so, so I can make it through our staff meeting at 2:30. Wish me luck :)
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Rising above the lies that hold me in such hopelessness
Choosing to believe that Truth is the truth
Fighting to remain sane when my city comes crashing down
Being willing to rebuild on a new foundation
Persevering until the end
Refusing to wait
Bringing the Kingdom here and now
Happy October 21st everyone! Aw, in typing that I just realized some sad news. I won't be in town on October 27th. Why is that sad news, you may be asking. Well I'll tell you. Many years ago when the world was still flat I was over at my bestest friends' (Paul and Gina O.s) house on October 27th. As always, we were entertaining ourselves with randomness. On this particular occasion we had dressed up in silly makeshift costumes just for fun. However, we didn't want these costumes to go to waste. It just so happened that Paul's brother Clint lived in that same neighborhood a street or two over so we decided at around 7pm to have our first annual October 27th Day Parade: destination Clint's house. We made a sign on poster board that said OCTOBER 27TH, put in on a stick, and our friend Rachel carried it at the front of our 5 person parade. We marched out of the house and around the neighborhood chanting OCTOBER - OCTOBER - OCTOBER 27TH! We arrived at Clint's house within 15 minutes or so and let him in on our new tradition. Every October 27th since then we have either had our parade or at least called one another to wish a happy October 27th. I am sad the parade is not an option this year due to my absence, but I will be calling to say Happy October 27th dear friends. Don't let the dream die.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I need a vacation... a real one. No agenda, just me and a couple close friends, a beach, a city I've never been to, a nice place to stay with lots of windows, a lot of cash, a bed with a down comforter, some new outfits, nice locals to meet, and some good food. That's all. . .
Wow, that really would be nice. Sigh.
Friday, October 17, 2008
I am so not motivated right now to blog, but I feel obligated to so that I don't just give up on this thing from the beginning. There is just so much to do right now. I'm really looking forward to Christmas break. Oh, FYI if you were wondering, in regards to my post Facebook, Terrorists, and Unanswered Questions I messaged that guy. I said I was going out on a limb and saying that he didn't realize he was messaging me, etc. But he messaged back that I was wrong and he did know it was me. We've caught up a bit but I still think it is funny that was our first conversation in eleven years.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Something weird just happened. I was perusing Facebook when a message popped up from a friend. Let me give you some background info before I tell you the message. Firstly, my status right now says - Carrie is ready for change-. Secondly, the message was from one of those people that I have accepted as a Facebook friend but have not messaged, posted on their wall, or talked to since we became Facebook friends. In fact I have not spoken to this person since high school eleven years ago and apparently he is now an actor in New York, NY. Moving on, a message popped up that says - whatever, change = terrorist... just kidding don't hit me-. I obviously and instinctually messaged back - you are a terrorist-. Then I received a message that said - whatever, I am going to bomb you later, you are so unpatriotic-. To which I responded - This is an odd first conversation to have after more than 10 years but, I bleed red... white and blue-. But to my dismay when I hit return it said [Unnamed Person] is no longer on line. Could it be that Unnamed Person thought he was messaging someone else all along and freaked out when he realized it was me, a friend he hadn't spoken with in more than eleven years that he is now accusing of being a terrorist? Or did his computer just quit unexpectedly? Did his internet disconnect? Was there an emergency he had to attend to? Was there a personal terrorist attack on him? Does any of this matter?!
Are there any other folks out there willing to admit that they talk to themselves on a regular basis? To me this is natural, not weird. I honestly do not understand what it would be like to not talk to myself when I am alone. What would I do to entertain myself? I don't mean that I talk to myself as in I have serious conversations with myself. Rather I say straight up hilarious stuff and act super silly and often make myself laugh. I sing ridiculous songs about what I'm doing or thinking and tend to find myself laughing out loud. I think I'm probably the funnest and funniest person in the world to be around when I'm by myself. There in lies the rub. It's almost always only when I am by myself. No one else has the pleasure of being around this core part of me. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe I am afraid others some how won't find me as funny as I know I am. It takes a special person to appreciate me. I'm not sure I mean special in a good way. So far there is only one person that I feel like I completely let the hilarity out with. Her name is Gina Ann Marshall Osbon and her title is My Best Friend for Nearly Fourteen Years. Gina is pretty much a riot in her own right. May God bless you by allowing you in our presence one day. Together we are unstoppable. Over the years I have called Gina many silly nick names. One day I called her genre. When I asked her how that made her feel without skipping a beat she said, "Categorized." Oh man that girl is quick and witty! To all of you who talk to yourselves and make yourselves laugh, I salute you. We've got a lot of funny things to say. It just so happens that sometimes we're the only ones there to hear it.