Fourteen pages in 2700 seconds. Always an adventure.
The boy and the snake, the scorpion and the river otter, the man who worked at the rock crushing plant, the man that worked at the slaughter house, and on and on, illustrations are amazing.
I could really go for some cookies.
Special Pioneers, quite amazing.
Two mice fell in a bucket of cream.
Face to face.
Loose change, indebted.
Gimmie the keys man…
5′9 + 137 lbs.= Attic Rat. Story of my life.
Thank you, and please, are such great little niceties. Or maybe manners is the term I should be using.
The Sophinator is unstoppable at tennis.
Preoccupied. That’s an expression of validity.
I noticed I’ve been using my camera almost none.
I gotta admit, it’s a little early for me to be trying to post. I was to exhausted last night, however. I mean alright, seven thirty am not like it’s 4 or something. But my mind is still a little sweat logged from yesterday. Goal today, is to finish. What’s left? Everything! Hoora!
At this project I’ve managed to earn a nickname! Isn’t that fantastic. How great is it that people whom I do not know, have never introduced themselves to me, and yet I’ve seen for three weeks in a row every weekend have given me my very own nickname! What an unexpected gift. What perchance is this nickname you ask? COOKIE MONSTER! AHAHAHAAHAH! That’s so great. They call me cookie monster. The sister that started it will even have me wait while she finds me cookies, me, not everyone, just me, and then give them to me with my meal. Everyone one else just gets cake! It might seem logical to ask what I did to receive such special cookie treatment? C’mon now, it’s me. I just smiled and asked for a cookie once. The sister that gave me that name sometimes cleans the portalets, and I’ll walk out of one and not notice she’s there, but all the sudden I hear, “Hey cookie monster!” haha, cracks me up on the inside, Mom’s that adopt any kids and act like their mom are great. I need to tell her she’s been great for this project, whenever I’m just walking around in a tired daze, she always comes out of nowhere and says hi. I bet her kids love her.
Just so a few people know, my last post, was not about one specific situation. That’s the truth. It was about human tendencies. So if it seems familiar to your situation, “Welcome to humanity”. I do say that with a smile.
Guess what? They have a Starbucks down here with a 24 hour drive thru! It’s slogan is “Embrace Insomnia”.
And now something traditional:
I’ll tell me Ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s alright till I go home.She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin’ one, two, three.
Please won’t you tell me, who is she?Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Saying “Oh, my true love are you well?”
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray says she’ll die,
If she don’t get the fellow with the roving eye.Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin’ from the sky
She’s as nice as apple pie
And she’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her Ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.I’ll tell me Ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s alright till I go home.
Music, sweet music.
You can do that, and I know that you will.
Oh yea, I love my niece.
Sometimes when I’m doing research on something really important, I start walking around my house talking out loud to myself. I have full fledged debates on the subject at hand. My mind races and races as I reason out and build on whatever I read. I know that sounds insane. But finding the truth and being convinced of that, is worth the appearance of insanity. It amazes me how far apart two events or circumstances may seem, though there may have been environmental factors that compounded an attitude or disposition, the future event is traceable back to one isolated trigger. One spark that was not stomped out. It is such a human tendancy to claim that even though something is smoldering, it’s not actually burning. When your house is burnt to the ground and smoldering, I guess your right, everything is fine, it’s not burning. That sounds so sassy, but man just put out the stinking smoldering spark. Kill it. The reason people die today is because someone refused to kill off what was questionable.
… so be careful what you put them through.
The Boy Least Likely To; fun band. Title of this post; especially fun song.
Guess what everyone? I found my Passport today!!!! Sweet saved 90 bucks for pukes sake, I mean how great is that? Very very great. The idea of spending another 90 dollars on a passport was just killing me. Do you know what I could waste 90 bucks on? Sheesh. That’s at least a tool or something, or new shoes. Yea, or tennis gear. So many things. Certainly all of them more justifiable than a passport. Good gravy I’m glad to have found that sucka. Thanks to Mom’s never ending knowledge of what is in random bins in the garage. At least someone pays attention to that. Can you believe an entire rubber maid bin full of junk, and a passport? What are the chances one valuable item out of a hundred pieces of junk. Packing in haste leaves much more than thoughts muddled. But hey, deadlines are deadlines.
Asking opinions, what an interesting endeavor. With what shocking results.
So I have to admit I got mildly burnt out this past weekend. I’ve only got so much energy, and I was stretched thin. Sleep helps though.
Still can’t believe I found my passport, that’s just too good to be true.
Some people may wonder why I am so excited about my passport. It’s because I’m moving to Costa Rica. So yea, I kinda need one for that.
Nice to see the ole’ Elbow lately. Good kid, gotta lot going on upstairs.
Perhaps a few of you remember my narrative about washing windows and cutting my finger and then bleeding all over myself and going to Wal-Mart? Well I was washing windows last night and again managed to slice my finger in the same slightly painful mostly bloody way. It’s amazing that a slice like that can cover your entire finger in blood. I mean cover. And repeatedly, every time I’d look down I’d be gushing blood. Crazy. I’m a bleeder. I’d better be careful with my sweet knife I found today. So I guess there were two items of value in the rubber maid bin. Using big hunting knives for letter openers is great. I just love it. As long as I don’t bleed.
With high beams shining on my back
A wingspan unbelievable
I’m a festival, I’m a parade …
…All safe and sound, I won’t let the psychos around
Color blindness, or color vision deficiency, in humans is the inability to perceive differences between some or all colors that other people can distinguish. It is most often of genetic nature, but may also occur because of eye, nerve, or brain damage, or due to exposure to certain chemicals.
It is sometimes claimed that in extreme emergencies everyone is color blind. When the need to process visual information as rapidly as possible arises, for example in a train or aircraft crash, the visual system may operate only in shades of grey, with the extra information load in adding color being dropped. This is an important possibility to consider when designing, for example, emergency brake handles or emergency phones.
Hmm, pretty interesting I thought. Well tootles.
I will surprise you sometimes, I’ll come around.
While climbing around rafters in a KH today, I noticed a rather unbecoming odor. Then I noted it’s origin, myself. Delicious.
Teaching, training, while in training. No other organization on the face of the earth.
Aptitude. I am awestruck by how quickly someone can go from not knowing anything about a particular task, and yet due to their willing attitude and desire to help, they are almost more valuable than a skilled unwilling volunteer. Actually they are more valuable, no almost about it.
RQ/Stills not too shabby. Nice to see the MD crew. Apparently some people have been stealing identities. Literally.
Flip-flops. They do. And now I do as well. Bought my first pair I like recently. Love’em.
Today I was asked if KH build sites are meat markets, I should have asked if they were hitting on me. But alas, post wit is not wit at all.
So I leave you now with a few words from Robert Smith himself:
Everything she tries to tell me
Leaves me open mouthed and still
Foolishly arrange tomorrow
The way I always will
Last night I was blaring Sinead O’Conner songs in my car. Belting it out along with her. What fun. I felt so totally expressed.
Speaking of expression
I was looking at an hour glass
watching the sand that smirked as it quickly passed
looking carefully to make my intentions lastoh look, another one fell through
teach me the mechanics and restore my heart
i put in new patterns, that’s a pretty good start
teach me the mechanics to restore my heart
it feels something now, that’s the important partin a cloud forest i struggled to stay dry
in a cloud forest i often wonder why
you can’t see tears up here, you can’t see fear
in a cloud forest i promise to trykeep up your chin if you don’t mind
i want to look in you’re eyes before i go blind
keep your hopes up for what you’ll find
i want you to know you’re well worth the timei was looking at an hour glass
smirking as the sand fell quickly past
haste can make good intentions trashoh look, another one fell through
Had two fantastic studies on Thurs. I love how rock solid truth is.
HVAC+R back in action again this month. I’m gonna loose a lot of arm hair getting cleaned up.
I renamed a wort Dellrick. It’s got a nice ring to it.
Saw Ava last night. She got her braces off and was glowing. She can do a handstand in a trashcan too! Now that takes skills.
I got some sweat bands for playing tennis. I think they improved my game by about 98%. Not to mention how cool I look.
I will happily look back at myself and laugh. For what could be more humorous than the spore like tenacity of sentimental human behavior. Sometimes I think more about not letting go and forget that I don’t even have what I don’t want to let go of. But having is not always the same as holding on. I suppose. Have fun with that one. I would venture to say the decision to not attempt to posses is not altogether tantamount to letting go either. Dare I be indifferent and suffer the loss of what I wouldn’t struggle to keep. Although, there is that variable of possession. Hang on to your Ego.
Self-styled thinkers can be bad association. Mirrors are great. Peer and persist in it.
May I just exclaim that I neither merit nor solicit smiles. Okay, I do solicit them. It’s just so rewarding to make people smile.
Gilead. What a courageous lot those graduates are. Like Glass said, you don’t have to motivate those kids. MTS class just finished this weekend.
I think this is the first time I’ve been filling up weekly schedules for the next year. How busy feeling. Follow through is another matter. But I guess writing it down is the first step. When people ask me about my goals I always wonder how much detail they want. Cause trust me, I got details.
Chance to cast a glance…
You never know what their thinking until they say it out loud. And then you wish you didn’t know.
Slept on the floor last night. For kicks.
I was driving into a lightning storm last night. AWESOME. I seriously considered pulling over just to watch the show. But I pressed on through a blinding down pour and partially flooded roads. Grinning ear to ear, for who knows why. Felt awesome.
I love clothes that are the right size.
Awesome WT on Sunday. This whole series is so apt. Like always. ( it’s so great to have in print proof I’ve got a long way to go)
I found out yesterday I lack manners. Hmm, that is such a hard base to consistently cover for me. I also lack, well, preparation, experience, and general skills. But I’ll save those for another time.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been home, and I’ve got to be driftin’ along.” I like The Weavers. I suppose that makes me un-cool, except in the nursing home.