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Where in the world have you been all my life?
This is from an awesome site. This map is marked with all the places I have ever lived or visited. I've got alot of traveling to do! Check it out for yourself!
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Parting is such sweet sorrow
I have friends who are always on the move around this wonderful world. Usually I am the one on the move.
It's harder I think to be left behind, because the world that you are used to is now changed. The person who leaves gets a new adventure, a new view.
I'll miss my friend while she is gone on vacation for the week. A week is brief. It is the years that are harder to deal with.
Anyone else ready to start a colony for your friends? A place where you can all hang out and be with each other as long as you want. Sun and fun, laughter and joy.
That would be nice. I can't wait until I never have to say goodbye again.
It's harder I think to be left behind, because the world that you are used to is now changed. The person who leaves gets a new adventure, a new view.
I'll miss my friend while she is gone on vacation for the week. A week is brief. It is the years that are harder to deal with.
Anyone else ready to start a colony for your friends? A place where you can all hang out and be with each other as long as you want. Sun and fun, laughter and joy.
That would be nice. I can't wait until I never have to say goodbye again.
Idiomatic madness
"You can't have your cake and eat it too."
What a phrase.
What on earth does this mean?
Why can't I eat the cake that I clearly have?
If it's is my cake, what is it that prevents me from eating it?
Who would be sadistic enough to give someone cake and then not let them eat it?
More importantly why would anyone give ME cake and then not let me eat it?
Does this phrase mean that I cannot eat my cake and keep it? Well, why would I do that anyhow? Who really wants moldy cake? It's not like the phrase says a fake cake, or a permanently perserved cake.
So...
I would love to know where this phrase came from. And I would love to eat all of my cake.
What a phrase.
What on earth does this mean?
Why can't I eat the cake that I clearly have?
If it's is my cake, what is it that prevents me from eating it?
Who would be sadistic enough to give someone cake and then not let them eat it?
More importantly why would anyone give ME cake and then not let me eat it?
Does this phrase mean that I cannot eat my cake and keep it? Well, why would I do that anyhow? Who really wants moldy cake? It's not like the phrase says a fake cake, or a permanently perserved cake.
So...
I would love to know where this phrase came from. And I would love to eat all of my cake.
Seeing men walking as trees
So I went to the lake this weekend and in the joy is frolicking in the water, lost my glasses. Don't worry, I had help in this adventure! Jenn gets dunked. Plop. Glasses float away. Now Lake Michigan has a happy fish who can see very clearly!
At least I hope so.
So I had to drive 30 minutes to town to get new glasses as I didn't have a backup pair nor do I own contacts. I now know why little old people who can't see should never drive! It's hazardous! Someone could have been killed by my blinking and squinting alone, never mind my driving!
I felt as the blind man long ago who had his sight restored to him in two sessions. At first he saw the men walking about as trees, and then clearly. I saw everything veiled and distant. Now I see clearly. I am so dependent on my eyes and though men walking about as trees sounds fun, it really gives me a headache. Glad to be seeing clearly again.
Would that we all could see clearly, in all areas of our lives.
At least I hope so.
So I had to drive 30 minutes to town to get new glasses as I didn't have a backup pair nor do I own contacts. I now know why little old people who can't see should never drive! It's hazardous! Someone could have been killed by my blinking and squinting alone, never mind my driving!
I felt as the blind man long ago who had his sight restored to him in two sessions. At first he saw the men walking about as trees, and then clearly. I saw everything veiled and distant. Now I see clearly. I am so dependent on my eyes and though men walking about as trees sounds fun, it really gives me a headache. Glad to be seeing clearly again.
Would that we all could see clearly, in all areas of our lives.
Rhubarb Pie
So I attempted my first ever Rhubarb pie last night. Turned out pretty dern good too. Thanks to mom for the over the phone instructions!
I picked some Rhubarb from a friend's house on Sunday. I never knew that rhubarb has such huge leaves and you only eat the stalks of the thing! Those leaves were seriously bigger than a platter. You could have used them as a fan, or loin cloth, should a desparate situation arrive.
Always good to know you have back up options in case of closet failure.
I picked some Rhubarb from a friend's house on Sunday. I never knew that rhubarb has such huge leaves and you only eat the stalks of the thing! Those leaves were seriously bigger than a platter. You could have used them as a fan, or loin cloth, should a desparate situation arrive.
Always good to know you have back up options in case of closet failure.
Church History
I am in the middle of a church history class. We started back with Plato and his affects on Christian thought. We are now digging into the Reformation. My brain hurts trying to shove so much information in, but it's very interesting.
I just have to add something to my textbook however. In the 15th century Girolamo Savonarola was martyred for ticking off the wrong people. He was hung and burned in Piazza della Signoria in Florence Italy. There is a plaque in the square that gives the date (May 23) and tells who else died with him. Our text only mentions that he was hung. So here you go Mr. Ellingson! He was hung AND burned.
Goes to show you should never tick off the Italians I guess....
I just have to add something to my textbook however. In the 15th century Girolamo Savonarola was martyred for ticking off the wrong people. He was hung and burned in Piazza della Signoria in Florence Italy. There is a plaque in the square that gives the date (May 23) and tells who else died with him. Our text only mentions that he was hung. So here you go Mr. Ellingson! He was hung AND burned.
Goes to show you should never tick off the Italians I guess....
Friends to lean on
I am blessed. I have an army of friends on whom I can rely. It amazes me everytime.
I don't feel so close to those who are geographically close to me, not right now. I feel as though they are so busy and caught in their life that they have lost me. And I am OK with that. I know they love me ultimately, but they are just on freak-out-fast mode now.
Through what I would detail as the vast experience of my life (wink, wink), I find that the people who are the most loving and willing to receive love are the ones who will be there for you in the weird times.
Like now. I am in what I would say is a transition time. A possible move, new jobs, all that. The weird times. Growing up in the military made these times all the more frequent for me so I have grown used to them. And every two years or so I am ready to pack up and hit the road.
And now in the midst of all the newness, I feel a bit overwhelmed, but my amazing friend brought it all into perspective for me. One e-mail changed the day. The power of the keyboard saves that day again. What a blessing:)
I don't feel so close to those who are geographically close to me, not right now. I feel as though they are so busy and caught in their life that they have lost me. And I am OK with that. I know they love me ultimately, but they are just on freak-out-fast mode now.
Through what I would detail as the vast experience of my life (wink, wink), I find that the people who are the most loving and willing to receive love are the ones who will be there for you in the weird times.
Like now. I am in what I would say is a transition time. A possible move, new jobs, all that. The weird times. Growing up in the military made these times all the more frequent for me so I have grown used to them. And every two years or so I am ready to pack up and hit the road.
And now in the midst of all the newness, I feel a bit overwhelmed, but my amazing friend brought it all into perspective for me. One e-mail changed the day. The power of the keyboard saves that day again. What a blessing:)
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