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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Tue, 03 Jan 2006 14:25:22 GMT

It is a new year. (I guess I don't need to tell any of you that.) Anyway...Like 2004, 2005 has brought me many changes. My work is still the same, although it looks like there may be some alterations to that soon.

I started seeing someone from my past. Someone I admired for a long time. I am so glad that I get to be Michael's friend, that I get to share myself with him. (Most people speak of a longing to share themselves with someone. I had a longing to share myself with a particular person, and my longing was fulfilled.) I am amazed to have learned about Michael, and all of the many interesting, endearing, maddening, wonderful facets that complete my jewel. Light is reflected off of him in so many different ways and directions, and I am overjoyed that his light shines on me.

I got introduced to Bar Natasha. If I had a Cheers, this would be it. I would be the Paul, but at least I'm a recurring character.

I got divorced. That's kinda big, but God allowed me to split it up in a few sections to make it easier to deal with. I really think it would have been a lot harder, had it all happened at once, but the way it happened, I had time to adjust to each little step and move on. Plus, I have a big, big loving family that helped support me the whole way through. (Thanks to you.)

I got a new car. Well, I got my mom's old car. My Escort died. It's true, I have not switched cars as much as some this past year, but it's kind of a big change. Especially when you're like me, and your car becomes an extension of your home.

...Which brings me to the last change. I MOVED!! I finally live on my own. For those of you who know me (especially Courtnie), you know how big this is. I have never been very independent. So to have something that is just mine--something I am responsible for on my own, and have it be as big as this, is really important to me. What's really great about it is that I don't really feel overwhelmed. I feel exactly the right amount of whelmed. Michael has a big part in this, too. He helps me out with a lot of stuff. He remembers things for me that I would neglect without him, and I also think he has the compassion to let me figure it out for myself sometimes. (Plus, he helped me find the place, and is there with me a lot, so I'm not lonely.)

After thought: I also switched from cash to debit.

Well, there ya go. Lindsey's annoying yearly update newsletter-y thing. No resolutions for me. I look forward to experiencing the new year with all of you.

Welcome, Michael!

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 12:35:47 GMT

Everyone welcome my sweetie to the xanga world. He is at the top of my subscriptions list. He's funny, and cool. You should read his stuff.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Sat, 17 Dec 2005 15:14:35 GMT

Ok. I am seriously sick of the snow. And stupid people. The two are not related. Man, I need another vacation. Complain, complain, complain. Blah, blah, blah. So not ready for Christmas. Aaarrrrrgggggghh...

I'm actually in a good mood. Don't know what the deal is.

The Magic of Childhood

Wed, 07 Dec 2005 12:24:12 GMT

SNOW...SNOW...SNOW...SNOW... ...SNOW!!

Yes, everyone. It is the snowing season. Cold, wet, inconvenient, and magical.--Right? Magical? Isn't that sort of how you felt as a kid. "Look at this bright, beautiful interruption. Foreign, yet familiar." (Everyone spoke like that as a child, right?) The snow was comforting and fun, like an old friend, or a grandmother who lives far away. Since it was something that only happened a few times a year, it was almost like it must have carried something mystical in its icy flakes.

Okay, enough waxing poetic about percipitation. I am almost finished with The Magician's Nephew. I'm so glad that I decided to read this. (I'm reading it and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe before I see the movie.) I never actually read them as a child, I just saw video versions of them that were produced by the BBC. Of course, even that was a long time ago. Granted, I am admittedly a big sap, so when reading about Aslan and how he feels for his creatures, and understands and appreciates what and how they feel, it really touched me. I always knew that The Chronicles of Narnia were symbolic of Christianity, but as a kid, I didn't really understand, and now, reading, it is very blatent. Plus, I love the way C. S. Lewis does this, without being condemning. It seems like a love story, and I think that's amazing. I know I'm a latecomer to this series so forgive my over-exuberance.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Sun, 01 May 2005 23:23:32 GMT

(Ok. I'm not really planning on watching this. That was just the only way I could get the picture to save.)

ARE YOU KIDDING ME???!!!!!! GIRLS? PLAYING AT THE SANDLOT? SOME KID WITH AN AFRO??!!!

Who else is bothered buy this? Yeah, James Earl Jones somehow agreed to do this one, too. Oh, Sandlot. Why have you forsaken me?

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 23:04:21 GMT

That's right. I'm back. New quote time:

"You can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older."
-- Anouk Aimée (b. 1932), French actor

I really like this one. To me, it would mean that you must have a certain intamacy with someone to truly appreciate their beauty. I happen to really dig that idea.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Mon, 04 Apr 2005 19:36:37 GMT

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. - Aldous Huxley (Some of you may know him as Aldous Huxtable.)

This is definitely something I must often remind myself of. I think a great lot of people in the world have a problem with this concept, i.e.:

THE BOUNCING CHECK.

(I was actually looking for pictures of other stuff, but it was taking way too long.)

Anyway, you get the gist.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Tue, 29 Mar 2005 14:47:15 GMT

Most of you have probably already heard this (because I'm OBSESSED), but today's quote is from a song:

I think that it's a sign

That the freckles in our eyes

Are mirror images, and when we kiss

They're perfectly in line.

And I have to speculate

That God, Himself did make us

Into corresponding shapes like

Puzzle pieces from the clay.

That is just one of the many wonderful tidbits of greatness from the Garden State soundtrack. Listen. Learn. Love. (I do realize I'm ridiculous, and I do think that ridiculous should be spelled: r-E-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s.)

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 19:29:30 GMT

Sometimes when we are genorous in small, barely detectable ways, it can change someone else's life forever.

- Margaret Cho

Everything we do affects someone else. Are you affecting others positively or negatively?

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Thu, 10 Mar 2005 14:10:55 GMT

"Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves."
-- Brendan Francis Behan (1923-64), Irish writer, playwright

I don't necessarily think this is all true. I can't really think of an instance where I wholly agreed with a generalization, but I enjoyed the wit with which it was presented. (Also, I think it's funny to think of a eunuch in a harem.)