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Name: Jessica
State: Arizona
Birthday: 3/4/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: jesus, tulips, dancing, dark chocolate, my family, dogs, bike rides, sunshine, different cultures, driving with the windows down (convertibles are even better), lipstick, traveling, laughing, surprises, lying in the grass, sunblock, iced-tea, jumping on trampolines
Expertise: I am no expert.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  jesswright4
Member Since:
8/3/2004
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| Macy's here right now. It's her regular routine to watch this movie, which happens to be one of my favorites too. Even still, I'm becoming increasingly interested in seeing something different for a change. Anything else. You know, like Beauty and the Beast or Cinderella. Whatever. But "Ariel," she says. "I want Ariel." She is at the age now where she thinks that she's old enough to do everything by herself. Very independent and strong-willed. It's cute, but it also causes a lot of messes. Like an entire bag of cat treats dumped all over the floor. Like taco makings all over the dinner table and floor. Pretty much anywhere she goes, you can plan on cleaning up after her. It makes me scared of being a mom. I don't know if I can handle that stuff for a whole day, let alone every day.
I went to church with Mom this week and the pastor attempted to give a talk (a bit critical, eh) on Matthew 18, which is where some of Jesus' disciples come to him and ask, "Who is the greatest in the whole kingdom of heaven?" He calls a little child over, and do you know what he says to them? "I promise you this, unless you are like little kids, you will never even get into the kingdom of heaven. Whoever is humble like this kid here is the greatest. And whoever receives a kid like this little one has received me."
What?? I mean, how is this even remotely a possibility? We CANNOT become children. It's too late; we're adults already. This doesn't make any sense, Jesus. Yet he says this as if it is a general requirement for all people to get into heaven. In my opinon, a good honest preacher would look his congregation in the eyes and say, "So folks, what do you think? How and why should we become like little children again?" But this guy didn't even really address the scripture at all. He proceeded to give a sermon on how to be a good "Christian" parent who realizes their responsibility to influence their children in the ways of Christ. And this one guy says he makes his children read their Bibles every day, which then made me want to vomit. It was totally awful, I thought.
But here's what I know. Little Macy is fearless. She wants to touch, taste, and experience all that life has to offer. She sees life as one big hidden treasure, waiting to be unlocked and enjoyed. She is unabashedly passionate, and doesn't care what anyone thinks. She has yet to really experience hurt or disappointment. (I think we underestimate the effects of those things on us.) Therefore, just about everyone - even strangers on the street - are trustworthy. Because well, why not! Now I don't for a second understand the ins and outs of Matthew 18, but I think it's way more exciting than a list of parenting do's and don'ts. I think it has more to do with grabbing life by the horns and practicing fearlessness, which is not what this adult world teaches us.
I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I have whoozits and whatzis
galore
You want thingamabobs, I've got twenty
But who cares, No big
deal
I want more
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| And my life gets a little bit clearer...
Dear Ms. Wright:
Thank you for
submitting your resume to AASK for the Family Specialist position posted on
Career Builder and Craigslist. Unfortunately, AASK does not intend to extend
and opportunity to you to interview for the position.
Best wishes to you in
your job search.
-- AASK Rep Name Here This is fine with me; what really bothers me is the ERROR in this extremely brief email! I don't want to work for illiterates anyhow. Also, I think the person who wrote me this message may actually be the wife of an old friend from high school. They have the same name, so I'm gonna do some digging and find out for sure. That would be entertaining anyway. Some good news is that there is finally a job that stands out! I might even be excited about it! (AK!) It's a social work position at a junior high school. So get to work all you prayer warriors out there! Love and sleepiness and one restless puppy dog, Jessica Susan
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| I got a nose ring.An actual hoop, I mean. And I love it. It makes me feel dangerous, rebellious, and sassy. I'm a pretty nice girl most of the time, so it's feel good to be a bit... bad.  Well, it feels kind of bad anyway.
Five bucks says that Grandma and all of my brothers hate it. Although, it wouldn't be the first time I did something they didn't approve of. >>ASU cough cough<<  (Love you guys!)
I am about to leave here and venture over to the world of Kinko's Copy Center. I will then fax in three job applications. They are as follows:
1. Aid to Adoption of Special Kids (AASK): Social Worker/Family Specialist
2. Crisis Nursery: Family Support Specialist
3. Arizona's Children Association: Family Consultant
All different names for the same thing. My interview for the CPS Child Specialist position is this coming Monday afternoon. But don't worry; I'll take out the nose ring beforehand.
In other news, I wish I had some hott (with two 't's) Fourth of July plans. But there aren't any real prospects so far here in Surprise, Arizona.
Oh, and we compromised on a name for the puppy. Lucy.
You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every
July 4,
not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House
in a show of strength and muscle,
but with family picnics
where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies
die from happiness.
You may think you have overeaten, but it is
patriotism.
Erma Bombeck
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| There are some good commercials out there right now...Just saying...
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| I only have a minute because the girls and I are about to go dancing. Gotta love Ladies Night! But I just needed to write a little something-something...
Tonight was my last night at Tu Nidito, so I'm feeling pretty sad. The "closing" process at Tu Nidito is really special. A bit ceremonious, and extremely special. Both kids and group facilitators are encouraged to do a "closing" because a lot of us don't have the opportunity to say goodbye when our loved ones die, and saying goodbye is really important. Everyone has the opportunity to share with you in front of the group parting words, fond memories, words of appreciation or admiration, or just a 'good luck' if they want. And it feels really nice. I was in five grief support groups, so a lot of really great things have been said to me during all of those closings. I even came home and wrote some of them down, because I'm afraid of forgetting. And then after everyone shares with me, I have the opportunity to say my goodbyes. Say whatever I want to say.
This has been a really rich experience for me. Very rewarding. I think this closing thing is pretty special. It's like I get to really see and taste the fruits of my labor. I am feeling the effects of my year's work. And I wouldn't expect to see that very much in my future jobs. It's funny because tonight's group was probably one of my least favorite groups actually, but I cried a lot. I think I cried because it was the end of everything. The end of the end. I wasn't really crying about tonight's group, but rather all of the groups I've been a part of that I will no longer be a part of. Last night's group was especially difficult for me. There is this little girl (seven years old) and she is really attached to me. She's always demanding my attention. "Sit here!" (next to her) And even if other kids want to play with me, she claims me for the night, to have me all to herself. She doesn't even like to play in places where other kids might be playing. (We typically change locations quite a bit.) Anyway, she sobbed because I was leaving. And it was really rather strange for me to see a child crying about me. I just kept telling her that I had so much fun with her and that I was going to miss her and that I'll never forget her, but what else could I do? This other little boy was very careful when saying his goodbyes to me.
He took his time, thinking hard about what exactly he wanted to say to
me. I don't think I've ever really had relationships with children before this internship. I've interacted with kids, sure. And I've been a youth leader to teens who were just a few years younger than me. But I've never really connected with kids before now. And I think I just really love it. It's funny to think that I was so nervous about working with kids before this year happened. And now I know that I connect pretty easily with them and that I enjoy them. Closing with the teen grief support group was really special too. Just so very different.
And tomorrow? Well tomorrow I'm moving away from Tucson and back to Phoenix. I will be there indefinitely. However, that's another bag of emotions and thoughts and words.
Love, love, dance,
Jessica Susan
You are a china shop, and I am a bull
You are really good food, and I am full
I guess everything is timing
I guess everything's been said
So I'm coming home with an empty head
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