SeaHeart~
Monday, August 29, 2005
For those in Katrina's Path.
Heaven bless you,
Heaven keep you-
Held within sweet, sacred arms;
Angels hold you,
Angels love you-
Keep you safe from all dark harm.
~SD
Heaven keep you-
Held within sweet, sacred arms;
Angels hold you,
Angels love you-
Keep you safe from all dark harm.
~SD
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Friday, August 26, 2005
On a more Serious note...
Yesterday was not a very good day...
We both came home from work (I was an hour late because a client kept me for an entire hour and a half. ;-;) to find Emily NOT herself. She had a wound on her neck- and she was very swollen- and sick.
I was absolutely beside myself. We made an emergency visit to the vet's- and she had to stay overnight!!! ;-;
What she ended up having is incredibly common in this area... and she probably got it from her breeder. I forget the technical name- but a fly lays eggs on a kitten- and the larvae hatch and burrow beneath the skin. And grow. x.X My BABY!!!!!
The vet said that it's very common, again- which put me somewhat at ease- but she had to stay overnight, be put under, and be "operated" on- and she's not even eight weeks!!
The vet called late last night to tell me she was fine- she'd come out of it with flying colors and was "running around." Which took the largest weight of all the worlds off my chest. x.X
It sounded like a science fiction movie when he explained it to me... Absolutely ridiculous. The breeder had it happen to Emily's brother- which makes me worried that it could happen again. But she's apparently free of them.
Jenn is so beyond wonderful. Just as worried as I was, she held me when I cried- and when nothing could console me. Thank you so, so much, baby. ;-;
We're getting Emmie back tonight...
*happy- and SO grateful*
We both came home from work (I was an hour late because a client kept me for an entire hour and a half. ;-;) to find Emily NOT herself. She had a wound on her neck- and she was very swollen- and sick.
I was absolutely beside myself. We made an emergency visit to the vet's- and she had to stay overnight!!! ;-;
What she ended up having is incredibly common in this area... and she probably got it from her breeder. I forget the technical name- but a fly lays eggs on a kitten- and the larvae hatch and burrow beneath the skin. And grow. x.X My BABY!!!!!
The vet said that it's very common, again- which put me somewhat at ease- but she had to stay overnight, be put under, and be "operated" on- and she's not even eight weeks!!
The vet called late last night to tell me she was fine- she'd come out of it with flying colors and was "running around." Which took the largest weight of all the worlds off my chest. x.X
It sounded like a science fiction movie when he explained it to me... Absolutely ridiculous. The breeder had it happen to Emily's brother- which makes me worried that it could happen again. But she's apparently free of them.
Jenn is so beyond wonderful. Just as worried as I was, she held me when I cried- and when nothing could console me. Thank you so, so much, baby. ;-;
We're getting Emmie back tonight...
*happy- and SO grateful*
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At Work
Shannon: Sarah, do you want a Fireball?
Sarah: Yes!
Shannon: Okay! Catch! *tosses it*
*actually- throws it*
*hits Sarah's Betta Bowl*
Finn (betta): O.O
Shannon: Oh my God- I killed him!!!!
Sarah: *trying not to die of laughter*
Shannon: *rushes over* Oh my God- I'm so sorry!!! Is he dead??
Sarah: No... *still dying* Just peeved.
EDIT: Again, Finn de Palo is the betta I was given for my birthday by my ever lovingly crazy sister. He's my pal and keeps me company at work. He loves Fridays, too. ;p
Sarah: Yes!
Shannon: Okay! Catch! *tosses it*
*actually- throws it*
*hits Sarah's Betta Bowl*
Finn (betta): O.O
Shannon: Oh my God- I killed him!!!!
Sarah: *trying not to die of laughter*
Shannon: *rushes over* Oh my God- I'm so sorry!!! Is he dead??
Sarah: No... *still dying* Just peeved.
EDIT: Again, Finn de Palo is the betta I was given for my birthday by my ever lovingly crazy sister. He's my pal and keeps me company at work. He loves Fridays, too. ;p
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Thursday, August 25, 2005
Betta Splendens Suicidium
The day that I lost Dante, we went and purchased another betta... I can not be without one of my babies. He was beautiful and so young and small! We named him "The Nothing" after the NeverEnding Story, and put him in the bathroom- because he would be safe from all things feline there.
I woke up this morning and stumbled into the bathroom with my usual non-morning-person bleary-eyedness. And The Nothing was not in his bowl.
What followed was a distressed hunt for about ten minutes- making me late for work. He was nowhere to be found! How is that even possible? It's a bathroom! It's a white floor! We keep the door closed for the cats! And, yes- the toilet lid was closed. ;-; I have no earthly idea what happened.
I called Jenn at work- muchly upset. He had been there when she was getting ready for work.
This is like... one of those Universal Mysteries. Along with the Disappearance of Atlantis... there is now the Disappearance of The Nothing.
This is either a fish napping- or an Ascension.
x.X Oi.
I woke up this morning and stumbled into the bathroom with my usual non-morning-person bleary-eyedness. And The Nothing was not in his bowl.
What followed was a distressed hunt for about ten minutes- making me late for work. He was nowhere to be found! How is that even possible? It's a bathroom! It's a white floor! We keep the door closed for the cats! And, yes- the toilet lid was closed. ;-; I have no earthly idea what happened.
I called Jenn at work- muchly upset. He had been there when she was getting ready for work.
This is like... one of those Universal Mysteries. Along with the Disappearance of Atlantis... there is now the Disappearance of The Nothing.
This is either a fish napping- or an Ascension.
x.X Oi.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Roses and Thorns
I'm in such a good mood today~ I cooked an especially yummy veggie pizza last night- and Jenn loved it! Having an appreciative girlfriend is so beyond wonderful...
The Newsweek Poll on Religion and Spirituality ended up with some amazing results. The people of America seem to have very open-minded views as to religion- something that surprised me. According to the poll, an overwhelming majority believe that- no matter what faith you practice- you will end up in heaven. Kudos!
(Oh, and it seems that I wasn't the only one who had that take on Pat Robertson. I seriously doubted I would be. ;p)
Has anyone played with this? It's AMAZING! I wish I knew how they did it. ;-;
...
Oh, and my honey wants to move and join this. But only if her network connection keeps being very, very evil. *lovelovelove*
The Newsweek Poll on Religion and Spirituality ended up with some amazing results. The people of America seem to have very open-minded views as to religion- something that surprised me. According to the poll, an overwhelming majority believe that- no matter what faith you practice- you will end up in heaven. Kudos!
(Oh, and it seems that I wasn't the only one who had that take on Pat Robertson. I seriously doubted I would be. ;p)
Has anyone played with this? It's AMAZING! I wish I knew how they did it. ;-;
...
Oh, and my honey wants to move and join this. But only if her network connection keeps being very, very evil. *lovelovelove*
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
On Pat Robertson
This is why I'm ridiculously happy that- to some extent- there is still separation of church and state.
The man has absolutely, postively gone off the deep end. The saddest thing? On the front page of his web site they call him a/n "broadcaster, statesman, author, humanitarian, businessman and Christian."
Please note the delicate sarcasm coming from my delicate fingers, but Christian means "Christ-like." I don't think Christ ever said: "It's a whole lot easier to have some of the covert operatives do the job and then get it over with."
I don't CARE if the man is a danger. You don't call for a country's leader to be ASSASSINATED. Who in the Hades does this man think he is?
Oh. I forgot. Pat Robertson.
The man has absolutely, postively gone off the deep end. The saddest thing? On the front page of his web site they call him a/n "broadcaster, statesman, author, humanitarian, businessman and Christian."
Please note the delicate sarcasm coming from my delicate fingers, but Christian means "Christ-like." I don't think Christ ever said: "It's a whole lot easier to have some of the covert operatives do the job and then get it over with."
I don't CARE if the man is a danger. You don't call for a country's leader to be ASSASSINATED. Who in the Hades does this man think he is?
Oh. I forgot. Pat Robertson.
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Monday, August 22, 2005
Angels
From the time you were conceived, my friend,
Until the time of death,
The angels, they are with you,
With each and every breath.
-Leigh Engel
Until the time of death,
The angels, they are with you,
With each and every breath.
-Leigh Engel
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Friday, August 19, 2005
"No more pets for you, today."
We've been looking for a kitten for a little while- but this week, actively so. Jenn has her babies- and while we could certainly "share" Roane- Penguin is a one-girl cat, most certainly. I've wanted a kitten since I was a little girl- but was never allowed to keep one. Since we both agreed that a dog in the apartment with the cats might be a bit of a stretch on the animals, a kitten it would be.
I've wanted a black one since I could understand that kittens came in different colors. ;p But would you believe that a black kitten- with the personality that I wanted so badly- was nowhere to be found? I knew that I had the perfect kitten out there waiting for me... but I couldn't find her. And I was verily frustrated.
On Wednesday night, after an exhaustive search of the entire city, we purchased a newspaper. We looked through the ads... and saw one...
And within a few hours, I had little Emily in my arms.
She's six weeks old- which we didn't believe was a good time to leave the mother- but the owner was adopting them out at that time. She's tiny- I have never seen such a delicate creature. She's beautiful- she's so kind and loving- and curious! Jenn and I both adore her so much... it's positively unreal. I could't believe that that much cuteness could POSSIBLY be packed into something that tiny.
I cannot relate- POSSIBLY- how beautiful she really is.
It's our baby. It's our first real baby- a kitten we adopted... together. ;-; I realized as she cuddled between us that there really is no "mine" or "yours" in any relationship...
Unless the subject in question is Mr. P. ;p
I've wanted a black one since I could understand that kittens came in different colors. ;p But would you believe that a black kitten- with the personality that I wanted so badly- was nowhere to be found? I knew that I had the perfect kitten out there waiting for me... but I couldn't find her. And I was verily frustrated.
On Wednesday night, after an exhaustive search of the entire city, we purchased a newspaper. We looked through the ads... and saw one...
And within a few hours, I had little Emily in my arms.
She's six weeks old- which we didn't believe was a good time to leave the mother- but the owner was adopting them out at that time. She's tiny- I have never seen such a delicate creature. She's beautiful- she's so kind and loving- and curious! Jenn and I both adore her so much... it's positively unreal. I could't believe that that much cuteness could POSSIBLY be packed into something that tiny.
I cannot relate- POSSIBLY- how beautiful she really is.
It's our baby. It's our first real baby- a kitten we adopted... together. ;-; I realized as she cuddled between us that there really is no "mine" or "yours" in any relationship...
Unless the subject in question is Mr. P. ;p
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Dante
For two and a half years, I had my beloved betta. He was fire-engine red- and named after Dante- author of The Divine Comedy. I seriously loved that little guy... Two and a half YEARS I had him. I adored him- I kind of like to think he liked me. I didn't want to bring him until everything was settled in the apartment- so I left him at home. He passed away this morning.
He meant freedom to me. I bought him on a very, very special day.
My baby. ;-; I am so sad about this.
He meant freedom to me. I bought him on a very, very special day.
My baby. ;-; I am so sad about this.
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Too Much Sarah
We were perusing through the GLBT section of Borders last night when my honey chuckled. "I thought this was your name!" She said with her finger on a book binding.
I did a double take- but not before saying: "I published a book? Which publisher did I use?" XD
Sarah Dreher or Sarah Diemer? Thank goodness I use a pen name~
As an aside- there are too many books that need me to buy them. I swear- literature is too addictive for words. ;p
I did a double take- but not before saying: "I published a book? Which publisher did I use?" XD
Sarah Dreher or Sarah Diemer? Thank goodness I use a pen name~
As an aside- there are too many books that need me to buy them. I swear- literature is too addictive for words. ;p
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"There is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day."
-Alexander Woollcott
-Alexander Woollcott
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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
The Da Vinci Code
I was so excited when I found the trailer for The Da Vinci Code movie today... and then my heart promptly broke. Nothing is shown! My goodness- it's not a trailer, it's a close-up of the Mona Lisa! I realize that they're still in production, but at least the TINIEST of clips would have absolutely made my day. *sigh*
I'm thrilled that Jenn is finally reading The Da Vinci Code~ The writing style is simplified, at best- but the premise is what entirely endeared it to my heart. I found that I simply could not put the book down- as cliched as that statement may seem, that's how I felt about it. It was such an incredibly addicting read. I have my eyes set on Angels and Demons soon- but I have my nose buried in so many others at this point... and I'm not certain if it will be nearly as good as Da Vinci...
So many books- so little time. It's the story of my life!
I'm thrilled that Jenn is finally reading The Da Vinci Code~ The writing style is simplified, at best- but the premise is what entirely endeared it to my heart. I found that I simply could not put the book down- as cliched as that statement may seem, that's how I felt about it. It was such an incredibly addicting read. I have my eyes set on Angels and Demons soon- but I have my nose buried in so many others at this point... and I'm not certain if it will be nearly as good as Da Vinci...
So many books- so little time. It's the story of my life!
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Monday, August 15, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
Lazy, hazy Friday...
The company picnic is tonight- so there's only two people left in the entire building at this point. I kicked off my high heels and have been going barefoot for the past hour, now. In my long skirt and peasant blouse- I feel all swishy. *chuckles* I hate shoes~
Tonight, we're going to go see March of the Penguins- a movie I've wanted to see for months- not to mention wanted to take Jenn to since I heard about it!
I'm hungry- and craving a chai... And happy it's Friday...
Tonight, we're going to go see March of the Penguins- a movie I've wanted to see for months- not to mention wanted to take Jenn to since I heard about it!
I'm hungry- and craving a chai... And happy it's Friday...
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Water and flowers...
It had just poured outside when I took my break. The sky was still dull and grey- muted tones of what had just washed the world away. Everything smelled of greenery and rain- and I was restless.
I didn't want to sit and write in my journal... my usual spot- leaning against a tree in the back lawn of my office building- was soaking wet... and I didn't want to sit in my car! I sit all day!
I took a look at the building behind ours. Beyond that building was the University of Buffalo. Or- at least- their woods and park. It's full of walking and biking trails... but it had never really dawned on me to explore it. I wasn't precisely certain if it was safe... if it had alot of people constantly roaming it. But today? I decided I wanted to walk it.
In my high heels and skirt, I started down the path. It went under trees and alongside the road- until it suddenly ducked under the bridge... that ran over a stream.
It was beautiful. There were willows on either side, and long tails of bright purple flowers that reached out to the water as if it were a long-lost relative. I moved down the path absolutely basking in the beauty of that little piece of nature.
I followed the path alongside the stream until I rounded another corner- and came almost face-to-face with a Blue Heron. The huge bird stared at me down its long nose with a serenity I didn't know could be possessed by a winged one. Since childhood, I have considered them the best of omens- and the best of luck. I could NOT believe I was this close to one...
I watched him for ten minutes- wade about the edge- catch a fish and gulp it with gusto! Then, I was forced to climb a tall walk-bridge to get back to my office... It towered above the stream and seemed so rickety- I hardly believed it was safe! Through it all, the heron kept one placid eye on me...
Walking back into the office- purple flowers in hand- I could hardly believe the treasure I had found.
It's the little things that make me feel so blessed... as, indeed, I am.
I didn't want to sit and write in my journal... my usual spot- leaning against a tree in the back lawn of my office building- was soaking wet... and I didn't want to sit in my car! I sit all day!
I took a look at the building behind ours. Beyond that building was the University of Buffalo. Or- at least- their woods and park. It's full of walking and biking trails... but it had never really dawned on me to explore it. I wasn't precisely certain if it was safe... if it had alot of people constantly roaming it. But today? I decided I wanted to walk it.
In my high heels and skirt, I started down the path. It went under trees and alongside the road- until it suddenly ducked under the bridge... that ran over a stream.
It was beautiful. There were willows on either side, and long tails of bright purple flowers that reached out to the water as if it were a long-lost relative. I moved down the path absolutely basking in the beauty of that little piece of nature.
I followed the path alongside the stream until I rounded another corner- and came almost face-to-face with a Blue Heron. The huge bird stared at me down its long nose with a serenity I didn't know could be possessed by a winged one. Since childhood, I have considered them the best of omens- and the best of luck. I could NOT believe I was this close to one...
I watched him for ten minutes- wade about the edge- catch a fish and gulp it with gusto! Then, I was forced to climb a tall walk-bridge to get back to my office... It towered above the stream and seemed so rickety- I hardly believed it was safe! Through it all, the heron kept one placid eye on me...
Walking back into the office- purple flowers in hand- I could hardly believe the treasure I had found.
It's the little things that make me feel so blessed... as, indeed, I am.
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700 Women
700 Women are assaulted or raped by their partners every day.
STOP IT.
This petition means a great deal to me. Please take a moment of your time to sign it...
STOP IT.
This petition means a great deal to me. Please take a moment of your time to sign it...
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
Don't Stop Dancing
Last night involved me taking pain pills- and almost crying in my sweetheart's arms. I hate doing both- so I held off on the latter. Though it was pretty drattedly close.
I worked out early yesterday morning to one of my harder routines. It involves about twenty plies. A plie is hardly a difficult thing to do- and twenty is not a hard amount- but I have a very bad right knee... and I have this horrid habit of doing them completely wrong. Because of the pain in my knee, I lean forward a hair too much- which hurts the knee even more. Work yesterday was too painful to even think about- my knee swelled and killed me. Slowly. Painfully. We then proceeded to do an excess amount of driving... by the time we got home, I just wanted... I don't know. Relief. Relief, so badly.
It still hurts today- but not nearly as bad, thank the HEAVENS.
Laura- my sister- is such a compassionate little bug. She said: "Dude- you did them wrong. But just think! You'll never do them wrong again!" ;p
My sister is training to be a personal trainer- and she has alot of good tips. She formulated my workouts and routines to give me the maximum amount of benefit- while not hurting my weakest system. She's so good at it... I personally think she should become a physical therapist- but that's not where she wants to go. She wants to live in Tae Bo heaven- grilling people into perfect physiques for the rest of her little life. ;p
Starting with me. o.o
I worked out early yesterday morning to one of my harder routines. It involves about twenty plies. A plie is hardly a difficult thing to do- and twenty is not a hard amount- but I have a very bad right knee... and I have this horrid habit of doing them completely wrong. Because of the pain in my knee, I lean forward a hair too much- which hurts the knee even more. Work yesterday was too painful to even think about- my knee swelled and killed me. Slowly. Painfully. We then proceeded to do an excess amount of driving... by the time we got home, I just wanted... I don't know. Relief. Relief, so badly.
It still hurts today- but not nearly as bad, thank the HEAVENS.
Laura- my sister- is such a compassionate little bug. She said: "Dude- you did them wrong. But just think! You'll never do them wrong again!" ;p
My sister is training to be a personal trainer- and she has alot of good tips. She formulated my workouts and routines to give me the maximum amount of benefit- while not hurting my weakest system. She's so good at it... I personally think she should become a physical therapist- but that's not where she wants to go. She wants to live in Tae Bo heaven- grilling people into perfect physiques for the rest of her little life. ;p
Starting with me. o.o
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Dona nobis pacem; grant us peace.
It was such a sweet moment of synchronicity when I found this site today. I think I needed to see the virtue of love in humanity...
We can sometimes be so cruel to one another. I've been noticing that in my life, recently. I am an ultra-sensitive person... so, perhaps I am not one to talk. But it's still strange. I built my life upon kindness and compassion- and it seems very few people even believe in those virtues anymore.
We are not all mindful at all times that we are all in this together- but... it seems that we hardly ever realize this fact.
This is relating to a few things that have happened in my personal life- along with world events. Compassion is a thing of beauty. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we all believed in peace?
We can sometimes be so cruel to one another. I've been noticing that in my life, recently. I am an ultra-sensitive person... so, perhaps I am not one to talk. But it's still strange. I built my life upon kindness and compassion- and it seems very few people even believe in those virtues anymore.
We are not all mindful at all times that we are all in this together- but... it seems that we hardly ever realize this fact.
This is relating to a few things that have happened in my personal life- along with world events. Compassion is a thing of beauty. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we all believed in peace?
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Monday, August 08, 2005
On Peace
For a brief moment, an individual's response to this story made me absolutely speechless.
I can not believe that anyone who carries any faith could possibly condone the killing of 140,000 civilians- even if it was a war. I know it's war. I realize this. But children died. Women who had nothing to do with it. Men that perhaps didn't agree with what was being done. There were schools. There were playgrounds. And there were atrocities.
"So my main thought on this is that I don't feel too choked up about ending the war in that fashion." Were you there? Did you watch what happened to the babies? Did you realize that this would affect dozens of future generations? It's war. It's going to be despicably ugly. But your flippant response to so many deaths is mind numbing.
I absolutely adore an older German woman- who happens to be a dear friend of mine. She lived through World War II. She hated Hitler- but she was forced to salute him each time she bought bread- or she would not be served. Her Father was forced into a concentration camp for his beliefs. So were many of her friends- her uncles... her aunts. She used to watch the bombings of Hamburg each night from her attic window... wondering if they would finally reach her.
War involves an entire country- including civilians. But the pain that a country can shoulder from this is so hurtful. There are wrong and right sides- but death is death. And to be so flippant about 140,000 people's lives being cut short in such a hellish fashion is one of the most amazingly pitiless opinions I could imagine.
I will never understand- though I would live for one thousand years- man's inhumanity to man.
I can not believe that anyone who carries any faith could possibly condone the killing of 140,000 civilians- even if it was a war. I know it's war. I realize this. But children died. Women who had nothing to do with it. Men that perhaps didn't agree with what was being done. There were schools. There were playgrounds. And there were atrocities.
"So my main thought on this is that I don't feel too choked up about ending the war in that fashion." Were you there? Did you watch what happened to the babies? Did you realize that this would affect dozens of future generations? It's war. It's going to be despicably ugly. But your flippant response to so many deaths is mind numbing.
I absolutely adore an older German woman- who happens to be a dear friend of mine. She lived through World War II. She hated Hitler- but she was forced to salute him each time she bought bread- or she would not be served. Her Father was forced into a concentration camp for his beliefs. So were many of her friends- her uncles... her aunts. She used to watch the bombings of Hamburg each night from her attic window... wondering if they would finally reach her.
War involves an entire country- including civilians. But the pain that a country can shoulder from this is so hurtful. There are wrong and right sides- but death is death. And to be so flippant about 140,000 people's lives being cut short in such a hellish fashion is one of the most amazingly pitiless opinions I could imagine.
I will never understand- though I would live for one thousand years- man's inhumanity to man.
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Dolls and Dreams...
There were vestiges of deep dreams that still clung to me as I tried to wake up this morning. It was early, and my sweetheart kept reminding me to get up- it was her first day on the job and there was so much to be done. I'm so bad about getting out of bed...
So yes- first day! I'm sitting here at work yawning because of sleepiness- I wonder how bad Jenn is... she slept so little, last night. ;-; She called me at lunch hour and put my mind at rest about a few things I, myself, was nervous about... but she sounded tired... *worryworry*
We spent most of yesterday beautifying our home- along with a visit from Jenn's parents! I love them to pieces... they're such good people. They put together the dreaded Bed-of-DOOM... Which was only complicated by the fact that the instructions were in pictographs. x.X
Our apartment is only half decorated at this point- which makes me very badly want to finish the job. It's our favorite part, of COURSE. ;p I just don't know if we're going to be too tired tonight after our errands.
And good GOD, there's the "L Word" to watch. Decorating or the best show of all time? ;-; These are the harsh choices of my currently happier-than-happy-could-be life.
I'm spoiled. I'm in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. Yup. Spoiled to death.
-- Note to self - Cloth Doll Patterns
So yes- first day! I'm sitting here at work yawning because of sleepiness- I wonder how bad Jenn is... she slept so little, last night. ;-; She called me at lunch hour and put my mind at rest about a few things I, myself, was nervous about... but she sounded tired... *worryworry*
We spent most of yesterday beautifying our home- along with a visit from Jenn's parents! I love them to pieces... they're such good people. They put together the dreaded Bed-of-DOOM... Which was only complicated by the fact that the instructions were in pictographs. x.X
Our apartment is only half decorated at this point- which makes me very badly want to finish the job. It's our favorite part, of COURSE. ;p I just don't know if we're going to be too tired tonight after our errands.
And good GOD, there's the "L Word" to watch. Decorating or the best show of all time? ;-; These are the harsh choices of my currently happier-than-happy-could-be life.
I'm spoiled. I'm in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. Yup. Spoiled to death.
-- Note to self - Cloth Doll Patterns
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Stars...
The 2005 Perseid Meteor Shower
"Mars joins the Perseid meteor shower for a beautiful display on August 12th."
"Mars joins the Perseid meteor shower for a beautiful display on August 12th."
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Friday, August 05, 2005
The Internet.
So we finally have a connection from home! Oh, the joy.
I think, actually, the happiest moment of signing up for all of the utilities was signing up for Netflix. ;p Yes, that is an entirely necessary thing in a household~
I think, actually, the happiest moment of signing up for all of the utilities was signing up for Netflix. ;p Yes, that is an entirely necessary thing in a household~
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
After a year and a half...
JENN HAS A JOB IN NEW YORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My Joy
i thank you god for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
- e. e. cummings
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
- e. e. cummings
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Tuesday, August 02, 2005
May I Bloom?
Ever since I was the smallest child, I held poetry in my fingers- feeling the smooth, soft pages with hands that wrestled with puppies and created mud castles- planted seeds with loving care and terrorized beatles...
When I was five years old, I devoured poetry... I read as much as I could- when I was eight, I began on Emily Dickinson. It was a love affair of the finest makings- I read one poem, and my world changed.
Re-re-re-re-re-reading some of her greatest works in one of my old volumes sends shivers through me. Poetry, to me, is a cross between the sweetest music and the most charged touch... There are so many emotions and passions in each line of a poem- the imagery and words alone paint something that every reader sees differently... such a special kind of magic.
Last night, I read Jenn one of my favorite poems- breathless and charged, I spoke each line as my beloved icon might have... so long ago. Sharing those lines fired something deep within me... The poetry moves the speaker- through her mouth, life is born in soft whispers and inflections... Words that were meant for another- now changed to be for another lover... another time.
Deep black of ink and milk of page might have stretched before her vision- but now, I held the crinkled pages of a much-loved book- holding it up with painted fingernails and a diamond ring that pressed against those pages, as my sweetheart leaned against my shoulder, holding Roane close. The baby let out a meow as I spoke a line and I chuckled.
It had just been pouring- and the earth smelled fresh and new outside. Even this was captured in the words... As only words can capture.
When I was five years old, I devoured poetry... I read as much as I could- when I was eight, I began on Emily Dickinson. It was a love affair of the finest makings- I read one poem, and my world changed.
Re-re-re-re-re-reading some of her greatest works in one of my old volumes sends shivers through me. Poetry, to me, is a cross between the sweetest music and the most charged touch... There are so many emotions and passions in each line of a poem- the imagery and words alone paint something that every reader sees differently... such a special kind of magic.
Last night, I read Jenn one of my favorite poems- breathless and charged, I spoke each line as my beloved icon might have... so long ago. Sharing those lines fired something deep within me... The poetry moves the speaker- through her mouth, life is born in soft whispers and inflections... Words that were meant for another- now changed to be for another lover... another time.
Deep black of ink and milk of page might have stretched before her vision- but now, I held the crinkled pages of a much-loved book- holding it up with painted fingernails and a diamond ring that pressed against those pages, as my sweetheart leaned against my shoulder, holding Roane close. The baby let out a meow as I spoke a line and I chuckled.
It had just been pouring- and the earth smelled fresh and new outside. Even this was captured in the words... As only words can capture.
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Monday, August 01, 2005
Home
Well- the happiness and excitement I have felt for these past three days could not possibly be summed up in words known to the English language. My only wish- my dream and hope has come true... Imagine if that happened to you?
For almost two years we have been in love. That is a very long time- yet even longer when you're apart. As of Saturday, July 30'th- that was no longer the case. A long distance relationship ended in a burst of sparkles and joy as two people- madly in love- came together.
It's like a fairy tale...
We've moved in together. We're still unpacking things like books and pots and pans- but for the most part, everything is situated. It's the best thing in the world to wake up- open your eyes with a start- and realize you're home. Realize that you are not a million miles apart from the one person who completes you. That feeling? Priceless.
We went grocery shopping yesterday... Oh my goodness- such a little, everyday thing- and as tired as we were!- was filled with a quiet kind of happiness. I picked up a package of rolls and realized that I had the love of my life next to me- asking about microwave popcorn... not in another state- on another path...
And- as silly as it may be- I was so grateful I could have cried.
It was that simple moment that everything came crashing into place in my heart- I finally realized that all my wishes had come true. Oh my goodness- only heaven knows how many times I cried for Jenn. Only heaven knows how many tears were shed- how many sleepless nights were spent in quiet mourning... And yet- a hope. An unquenchable, BURNING hope...
My gratitude knows no bounds.
I am in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.
And I'm the luckiest.
For almost two years we have been in love. That is a very long time- yet even longer when you're apart. As of Saturday, July 30'th- that was no longer the case. A long distance relationship ended in a burst of sparkles and joy as two people- madly in love- came together.
It's like a fairy tale...
We've moved in together. We're still unpacking things like books and pots and pans- but for the most part, everything is situated. It's the best thing in the world to wake up- open your eyes with a start- and realize you're home. Realize that you are not a million miles apart from the one person who completes you. That feeling? Priceless.
We went grocery shopping yesterday... Oh my goodness- such a little, everyday thing- and as tired as we were!- was filled with a quiet kind of happiness. I picked up a package of rolls and realized that I had the love of my life next to me- asking about microwave popcorn... not in another state- on another path...
And- as silly as it may be- I was so grateful I could have cried.
It was that simple moment that everything came crashing into place in my heart- I finally realized that all my wishes had come true. Oh my goodness- only heaven knows how many times I cried for Jenn. Only heaven knows how many tears were shed- how many sleepless nights were spent in quiet mourning... And yet- a hope. An unquenchable, BURNING hope...
My gratitude knows no bounds.
I am in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.
And I'm the luckiest.
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