All of you out there, if you have not seen the Princess Bride. You must go rent it and watch it tonight. Better yet, go buy yourself a copy, because this is one you are going to want to keep on hand.
Seriously. You will thank me.
Also, I am toying with the idea of taking on a part time job in the Big City. Experience and blog fodder. What more could a girl want? AND I would be partnering with Jo. Now THAT, my friends, is destined to be a good time.
Other than that, a new chapter over at Shades of Gray. Check it out and tell me if it sucks. Better yet, don't. I am tough, but maybe not that tough.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Award
Thank you to Chris for the blog award. It is always nice to know that people enjoy reading what I'm putting out there for the world to judge.
The Bookworm Award
Rules:Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences. The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!
Since I am at work, the only book I have besides our catalog is Crucial Conversations: Tools for talking when the stakes are high.
"You have become a vigilant self monitor.
"That is, pay close attention to what you're doing and the impact it's having, and then alter your strategy if necessary. Specifically, watch to see if you're having a good or bad impact on safety."
Here are my 5, but first...
*Disclaimer* For those of you that are wondering why in the world you were not included, I am just trying to share the love. *cough*MichaelandEpi*cough*
1. Sam at On the Clock is not only a fantastic writer, she is also one hell of a good emt. Her stories bring you into her life as if you were there. Definitely worth a glance if you haven't stopped there already.
2. Paramedic Supermonkey not only entertains but presents topics of discussion that whether or not you agree, will definitely get your gears turning.
3. Medicmarch is downright entertaining. Just finish your coffee before heading over.
4. This is one Big Bad Wolf that wont send you running and screaming for your life. Thought provoking and amusing to boot. If you are a Giants fan or just a fan of chicks in Giant's gear, you will like him that much more.
5. AD is absolutely one of my favorite bloggers. If I had a penny for every time he moved me to tears or laugh until my stomach hurt, well, I could buy one hell of a breakfast. Check him out, but bring the kleenex with, especially when perusing his greatest hits.
The Bookworm Award
Rules:Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences. The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!
Since I am at work, the only book I have besides our catalog is Crucial Conversations: Tools for talking when the stakes are high.
"You have become a vigilant self monitor.
"That is, pay close attention to what you're doing and the impact it's having, and then alter your strategy if necessary. Specifically, watch to see if you're having a good or bad impact on safety."
Here are my 5, but first...
*Disclaimer* For those of you that are wondering why in the world you were not included, I am just trying to share the love. *cough*MichaelandEpi*cough*
1. Sam at On the Clock is not only a fantastic writer, she is also one hell of a good emt. Her stories bring you into her life as if you were there. Definitely worth a glance if you haven't stopped there already.
2. Paramedic Supermonkey not only entertains but presents topics of discussion that whether or not you agree, will definitely get your gears turning.
3. Medicmarch is downright entertaining. Just finish your coffee before heading over.
4. This is one Big Bad Wolf that wont send you running and screaming for your life. Thought provoking and amusing to boot. If you are a Giants fan or just a fan of chicks in Giant's gear, you will like him that much more.
5. AD is absolutely one of my favorite bloggers. If I had a penny for every time he moved me to tears or laugh until my stomach hurt, well, I could buy one hell of a breakfast. Check him out, but bring the kleenex with, especially when perusing his greatest hits.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friends
My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me.- Henry Ford
Throughout our lives, we come into contact with more people than my mind can fathom. And yet out of all of them, a few stand out from the crowd and earn the title of acquaintance. From those, an ever fewer amount earn the right to be called a friend.
For me, being considered a friend is a pretty high honor. Being a friend can be the hardest job there is; listening without judgement, accepting them despite all their faults, defending their honor on blind faith and choosing to hide your own feelings to protect theirs. All of these things represent only the tip of the iceberg that is a true friendship.
Some friends are female, some are male. Some are loud and outspoken and some prefer to keep quietly to themselves. Some you see daily and some you see when the stars align and the universe smiles. Some become husbands and some become wives. Some are introduced by birth and some are introduced by chance. Despite all the combinations of how they may differ they have one thing in common... they are there for you whenever they need you. Whether it be a visit, an email, a phone call or even a phonetically spelled text, they let you know they are there for you no matter what.
That is the kind of friend I want to be. That is the kind of friends I have.
Whether you are in the same neighborhood or in another country, nothing changes.
To all of you, and you know who you are, thank you. My life wouldn't be as fun, as rich or as wonderful without you in it. Because of you, my cup runneth over.
Throughout our lives, we come into contact with more people than my mind can fathom. And yet out of all of them, a few stand out from the crowd and earn the title of acquaintance. From those, an ever fewer amount earn the right to be called a friend.
For me, being considered a friend is a pretty high honor. Being a friend can be the hardest job there is; listening without judgement, accepting them despite all their faults, defending their honor on blind faith and choosing to hide your own feelings to protect theirs. All of these things represent only the tip of the iceberg that is a true friendship.
Some friends are female, some are male. Some are loud and outspoken and some prefer to keep quietly to themselves. Some you see daily and some you see when the stars align and the universe smiles. Some become husbands and some become wives. Some are introduced by birth and some are introduced by chance. Despite all the combinations of how they may differ they have one thing in common... they are there for you whenever they need you. Whether it be a visit, an email, a phone call or even a phonetically spelled text, they let you know they are there for you no matter what.
That is the kind of friend I want to be. That is the kind of friends I have.
Whether you are in the same neighborhood or in another country, nothing changes.
To all of you, and you know who you are, thank you. My life wouldn't be as fun, as rich or as wonderful without you in it. Because of you, my cup runneth over.
Thank you.
What can you see from your window?
I can't see anything from mine.
Flags on the side of the highway
and scripture on grocery store signs.
Maybe eighteen was too early.
Maybe thirty or forty is too.
Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
before he sent down his angels for you?
Mamas and grandmamas love you
'cause that's all they know how to do.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Your wife said this all would be funny
when you came back home in a week.
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
in a bar or a tent by the creek.
Your baby would just about be here.
Your very last tour would be up
but you won't be back. They're all dressing in black
drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups.
Mamas and grandmamas love you.
American boys hate to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Now the high school gymnasium's ready,
full of flowers and old legionnaires.
Nobody showed up to protest,
just sniffle and stare.
But there's red, white, and blue in the rafters
and there's silent old men from the corps.
What did they say when they shipped you away
to fight somebody's Hollywood war?
Nobody here could forget you.
You showed us what we had to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Thank you Grandpa for your service in WWII.
Thank you Rob for braving the deep blue sea.
Thank you Will for continuing to step up and serve.
Thank you Max for going there and leading like I knew you could.
I am blessed to have each and every one of you in my life.
Thank you. I love you.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Things that make me happy.
Hot chocolate with melty marshmallows.
The smell of wood burning fireplaces.
A clean house.
A fully pantry.
The smell of line-dried sheets.
The sound the dogs make when they are chasing rabbits in their sleep.
Silly gifts for no reason.
Freshly painted rooms.
Trying yummy new foods.
Laughing so hard you cry.
The smell of frigid air after it stops snowing.
The squeak-crunch your boots make in fresh snow.
Sledding on the old toboggan.
The smell of a baby's head after a bath.
Sleeping with a newborn on your chest.
Love notes that make you cry.
Good hair days.
Cute new shoes.
Fitting into your skinny jeans again.
Compliments from strangers.
MacGyver nights with the brothers.
Sushi nights.
Laughing for no reason at all over something silly.
The smell of wood burning fireplaces.
A clean house.
A fully pantry.
The smell of line-dried sheets.
The sound the dogs make when they are chasing rabbits in their sleep.
Silly gifts for no reason.
Freshly painted rooms.
Trying yummy new foods.
Laughing so hard you cry.
The smell of frigid air after it stops snowing.
The squeak-crunch your boots make in fresh snow.
Sledding on the old toboggan.
The smell of a baby's head after a bath.
Sleeping with a newborn on your chest.
Love notes that make you cry.
Good hair days.
Cute new shoes.
Fitting into your skinny jeans again.
Compliments from strangers.
MacGyver nights with the brothers.
Sushi nights.
Laughing for no reason at all over something silly.
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