I consider myself a pretty independent person, especially when it comes to tackling a project I want to get done. I've learned how to do quite a lot of stuff by myself just by digging in and doing it. There's usually no one else around to help me, and I just learn as I go. I get a lot of info from the internet on how to do stuff, and I've done pretty well. I think I can fix more around the house than my husband can. Now I'm not saying that it's because I know more, but maybe it's because I'm there more.
One thing I absolutely hate is when I start a project and get to a spot that I just can't do by myself. Usually it's because it takes someone with more strength than I have. I am a self-professed control freak and perfectionist, and I want to do everything myself, so I know it's done to my satisfaction. So - I HATE it when I have to ask for help, especially from my husband.
He LOVES it when I have to ask for help, as far as being able to display his expertise. He HATES it when I ask for help, because he KNOWS that I will immediately begin criticizing his technique. I usually have to do this because he never will just do what it is I'm asking him to do. When I need help, I tell him specifically what it is I need him to do for me. He then proceeds to tell me how he thinks it ought to be done. I usually end up getting really pissed at him, and yelling at him to please just do it the way I'm asking, because that's the way I want it done. If he says anything else, I just take the tool or whatever away from him, put on my pissy face, and say "fine, I'll just do it myself." It always works. He immediately gets it done my way.
I don't really mean to be hateful about it. It just happens that way. I know it's wrong, because most women don't have a man that is as willing to help his wife as mine is. I'm truly grateful for him and his willingness. It's just that my perfectionist, control-freak demons take over me, and I just want it done my way.
After he gets started doing it my way, and we're getting the job done together, my mood improves, and I start being nice again. At this point I am actually enjoying working together and accomplishing something.
It's something I've got to work on - learning to control my temper and showing him that I am grateful for his help.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Beauty in Brokenness
(1)Christianity Today, (July 2007, vol. 51, Number 7), 30.
Author: Margaret Manning
Recently, I attended a retreat where there was a great deal of personal sharing. I sat amazed as I listened to women from every walk of life, most of whom were established Christians, share of heartache, pain, and various aspects of struggle they had either just come through, or were currently experiencing. I was overwhelmed by their honesty and by the poignancy of their stories. But even more than this, I was overwhelmed by the beauty radiating from within as they shared their stories.
Beauty in brokenness? Without glorifying suffering, there is an unexpected beauty that can shine through stories of struggle. One friend is a paraplegic broken in the use of her body, and yet she has a beautiful spirit. Not limited by her brokenness, she uses her own difficulties to help others, and teach others about true ability and disability. Tony Snow, former White House Press Secretary, considered his cancer a "calling" and in a recent article written in Christianity Today said, "We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out. But despite this--because of it-–God offers the possibility of salvation and grace."(1) That possibility of salvation and grace is beauty in brokenness.
Somehow, uniquely, God desires to use those difficult moments of our lives to bring forth something extraordinarily beautiful. Even the natural creation attests to this truth. In fall, we marvel at the gorgeous, lush colors of burnt amber, burnished orange, brilliant red, and bright yellow leaves, even as that beauty belies the slow and gradual death of those leaves. Winter buries those leaves under the cold, dark blanket of snow and frost. And yet, death brings forth life. Spring bursts forth year after year with jonquils, iris, lilies, and all the beautiful pastels of new life.
During a time of deep despair and suffering, King David wondered about God's ability to be present in his dark places--to bring about beautiful redemption in the midst of brokenness. He cried out to God, "Will your loving kindness be declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Abaddon? Will your wonders be made known in the darkness? And your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?" (Psalm 88:11-12). David wondered about God's work in his life--had he been abandoned? Was God still guiding him even in the deepest, darkest places of brokenness and fear? And even in those places seemingly forgotten, would God continue to make things right? David struggled to see how beauty could emerge out of brokenness. And yet, he later affirmed in Psalm 139, "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there... if I say, 'surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,' even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you." It is in those dark places of brokenness and suffering that God brings forth luminous light so that even the dark is illuminated.
The prophet Isaiah repeats this theme by promising one who would redeem the exiles, giving them "a garland of beauty instead of ashes" and "the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord... who summons you by name" (Isaiah 61:3, 45:3). Perhaps, these were Scriptures recalled by the apostle Paul when he declared that "we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the surpassing greatness of the power may be of God and not from ourselves; we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not despairing; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body" (2 Corinthians 4:7-9). Indeed, Paul declares that "the God who said, 'Light shall shine out of darkness,' is the one who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ" (4:6). And so often, that face of Christ is demonstrated with beautiful radiance through the broken and dark places in our lives.
Today, if you are experiencing hardship, difficulty or personal darkness, seek the light and beauty of Christ, for he longs to be present to you, to give you a garland of beauty instead of ashes, to call you by name, and to bring forth treasures of darkness. He is there in the brokenness with you.
Margaret Manning is associate writer at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.
(1)Christianity Today, (July 2007, vol. 51, Number 7), 30.
Author: Margaret Manning
Author: Margaret Manning
Recently, I attended a retreat where there was a great deal of personal sharing. I sat amazed as I listened to women from every walk of life, most of whom were established Christians, share of heartache, pain, and various aspects of struggle they had either just come through, or were currently experiencing. I was overwhelmed by their honesty and by the poignancy of their stories. But even more than this, I was overwhelmed by the beauty radiating from within as they shared their stories.
Beauty in brokenness? Without glorifying suffering, there is an unexpected beauty that can shine through stories of struggle. One friend is a paraplegic broken in the use of her body, and yet she has a beautiful spirit. Not limited by her brokenness, she uses her own difficulties to help others, and teach others about true ability and disability. Tony Snow, former White House Press Secretary, considered his cancer a "calling" and in a recent article written in Christianity Today said, "We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out. But despite this--because of it-–God offers the possibility of salvation and grace."(1) That possibility of salvation and grace is beauty in brokenness.
Somehow, uniquely, God desires to use those difficult moments of our lives to bring forth something extraordinarily beautiful. Even the natural creation attests to this truth. In fall, we marvel at the gorgeous, lush colors of burnt amber, burnished orange, brilliant red, and bright yellow leaves, even as that beauty belies the slow and gradual death of those leaves. Winter buries those leaves under the cold, dark blanket of snow and frost. And yet, death brings forth life. Spring bursts forth year after year with jonquils, iris, lilies, and all the beautiful pastels of new life.
During a time of deep despair and suffering, King David wondered about God's ability to be present in his dark places--to bring about beautiful redemption in the midst of brokenness. He cried out to God, "Will your loving kindness be declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Abaddon? Will your wonders be made known in the darkness? And your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?" (Psalm 88:11-12). David wondered about God's work in his life--had he been abandoned? Was God still guiding him even in the deepest, darkest places of brokenness and fear? And even in those places seemingly forgotten, would God continue to make things right? David struggled to see how beauty could emerge out of brokenness. And yet, he later affirmed in Psalm 139, "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there... if I say, 'surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,' even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you." It is in those dark places of brokenness and suffering that God brings forth luminous light so that even the dark is illuminated.
The prophet Isaiah repeats this theme by promising one who would redeem the exiles, giving them "a garland of beauty instead of ashes" and "the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord... who summons you by name" (Isaiah 61:3, 45:3). Perhaps, these were Scriptures recalled by the apostle Paul when he declared that "we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the surpassing greatness of the power may be of God and not from ourselves; we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not despairing; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body" (2 Corinthians 4:7-9). Indeed, Paul declares that "the God who said, 'Light shall shine out of darkness,' is the one who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ" (4:6). And so often, that face of Christ is demonstrated with beautiful radiance through the broken and dark places in our lives.
Today, if you are experiencing hardship, difficulty or personal darkness, seek the light and beauty of Christ, for he longs to be present to you, to give you a garland of beauty instead of ashes, to call you by name, and to bring forth treasures of darkness. He is there in the brokenness with you.
Margaret Manning is associate writer at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.
(1)Christianity Today, (July 2007, vol. 51, Number 7), 30.
Author: Margaret Manning
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Changes
My mother moved to an independent living center 1 month ago. She did this for several reasons, some good and some bad. My father passed away in 2005. Momma has ALWAYS been the security for everyone in this family. None of us could ever imagine life without her, especially since Daddy's been gone. She turned 80 this past year, and it's hard to see her beginning to age, and to show her age. She's always been so young at heart, healthy, and on the go. In the last year she seems to have slowed down alot. Many days she doesn't feel well, but isn't sure what's wrong. The upkeep of the house became too much for her, and I guess she needed a quieter, easier life. It has totally rocked our world. How is it that seemingly overnight so much has changed?
My family has moved into her house this week. I've spent a month working on things in the house, painting, shampooing carpets, etc. We got everything into the house yesterday, but it's all in a shambles. Our bed is finally set up, and we managed to get the couches somewhat arranged. I've been going non-stop for the last month with packing Momma up, moving her, packing my stuff up, moving into the house, and cleaning the old place. I've sweated enough you'd think I'd have lost about 20 lbs. The humidity has been really high here. Going outside feels like a sauna, but you sweat indoors too if you're working.
I'm really, really tired! I really, really miss my mother. Change is hard. There's still more change to come, but I'm not going to go into that right now. There's always good that comes with bad, and bad that comes with good. I hope I'm learning whatever it is I need to be learning from this change.
My Restless Leg Syndrome has really been acting up lately, and has been worse with all the physical activity I've been doing. I'm not sleeping well, usually only for 3 or 4 hours at a time. Than I have to get up and move around. I sometimes have to lay down during the day for a couple hours to make up for lost sleep. I think I need to get a new plan of treatment for this thing before I go crazy.
My family has moved into her house this week. I've spent a month working on things in the house, painting, shampooing carpets, etc. We got everything into the house yesterday, but it's all in a shambles. Our bed is finally set up, and we managed to get the couches somewhat arranged. I've been going non-stop for the last month with packing Momma up, moving her, packing my stuff up, moving into the house, and cleaning the old place. I've sweated enough you'd think I'd have lost about 20 lbs. The humidity has been really high here. Going outside feels like a sauna, but you sweat indoors too if you're working.
I'm really, really tired! I really, really miss my mother. Change is hard. There's still more change to come, but I'm not going to go into that right now. There's always good that comes with bad, and bad that comes with good. I hope I'm learning whatever it is I need to be learning from this change.
My Restless Leg Syndrome has really been acting up lately, and has been worse with all the physical activity I've been doing. I'm not sleeping well, usually only for 3 or 4 hours at a time. Than I have to get up and move around. I sometimes have to lay down during the day for a couple hours to make up for lost sleep. I think I need to get a new plan of treatment for this thing before I go crazy.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Moving
I moved out of an apartment and into a house this week. I own this house, as I have inherited it from my mother. I will not miss the horrific odors coming through the vents. I will not miss the bratty kids beating on my door at 7:00 in the morning. I will not miss the jerks who park 1 foot away from my car door, and especially not the ones who park in my parking place. I will not miss the constant arguing that goes on in one apartment or another, that usually ends up in out in the courtyard. I will not miss the freaks who sit and stare at me when I walk my dog. I will not miss the banging of the headboard against my bedroom wall when the neighbors have sex, and especially not the howling and screaming that accompanies it. I will not miss the putting off of repairs to my air conditioner, that have caused my electric bill to skyrocket while I sit in a 78 degree living room for the past 2 months. This will be my absolute last move, and I will never live in an apartment again.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
It seems I'm falling...
I know I have been mostly absent from blogging and posting anything lately. There is SOOOOO much going on in my life right now, I just need to get done with some stuff and then I'll be back to normal. A lot of changes are taking place, and I'm taking care of some business, and dealing with some stuff. I'll be back soon. Know that I'm thinking of all my friends -those online and in real life. I'll explain more later in a blog.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Dressed To Kill
Here is my entry for week 17 of Blogophilia
Week 17 Topic: Dressed To Kill
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): incorporate a power failure
(easy, 1 point): mention one of the planets
Final day to post: June 30, midnight GMT.
She started getting ready early Saturday morning. It was to be a very special night. Her husband would be home early, and they would be going to a very important social event with her colleagues. He’d never attended anything with her before, and he had promised this night would be special. She had picked up the sexiest of all black dresses earlier that week, and it was hanging in her dressing room waiting to be put on.
She awoke early, and began the long process of getting ready, wanting everything to be perfect for this long anticipated night. She hoped to capture his attention, because lately she had begun suspecting that there was someone else in the picture, and she feared that this other woman would win his heart if she didn’t do something. First thing she did was go to her very reliable hairdresser. Her hair was almost to her waist, and she insisted it be cut off very short. After much arguing and pleading, her hairdresser agreed. The cut came out looking fabulous, very short and chic. She then went for her manicure and pedicure at the local spa. After 2 hours of relaxation, she met a close friend for lunch.
As they sat and ate, she talked about her nervousness about the upcoming night. Her friend insisted it would go well. She’d seen the dress on her, and insisted it was VERY sexy. She loved the new hairdo. He would be smitten. She certainly hoped so, because she felt this might be her last chance to get this marriage turned around in the right direction.
After returning back home, she bathed and put her robe on. She sat looking at the dress, and wondering if it would be the miracle worker that she hoped. She knew it looked good on her. Soon she began carefully applying her makeup. Everything had to be perfect. Makeup in place, she pulled on one long stocking, and then the other. Then the slip. Next, the beautiful dress went over her head and fell perfectly into place. She slipped the black stiletto heels on and turned to face the mirror. She hardly recognized herself, such a dramatic transformation had taken place. She was a Venus, and he would not be able to resist her. Looking at her watch, she knew her husband would be coming through the door any moment now. It was almost 5:00 p.m. and they were due to leave at 6:00 p.m. in order to arrive at the gathering by 7:00 p.m.
She sat carefully on the couch to wait. It was so very hard to be patient. She felt like she was 16 and waiting for a date to pick her up. The clock was moving so slowly. But it really wasn’t, because here it was already 6:00 and he still wasn’t home! Suddenly, the lights went out. There must be some kind of power failure, because all the neighbor’s lights were out too. She hoped he would arrive soon. It seemed that his work ALWAYS came before their relationship. She often told him he was married to his job. Where was he? What if he didn’t show up? After all the work she put into getting herself ready!
She sat in the dark and waited. When the clock finally neared 7:00 p.m. she knew he wasn’t coming. What good would it do now? After all, it started at 7:00 p.m. and they would be so late if they left even now. Where could he be? What if he was with her? She began to get angry, thinking about how important this night was to her, and how inconsiderate he was being. He could have at least called if he knew he was going to run late! Wasn’t it always this way though? The longer she sat, the more she convinced herself that he was somewhere with her, because there was certainly no one at his place of employment this time of night. She wasn’t important to him! How dare he stand her up when he promised! And how could he be so heartless as to stand her up in order to be with that other woman! She didn’t deserve that!
Here she sat, dressed to kill, with no place to go. But then again…. She walked into the bedroom and opened the drawer of her nightstand. Very carefully she lifted out the gift that her husband had given her a couple of years ago. It was a Colt Detective Special, and it fit so nicely in her hand. Yes, this would do perfectly. She was dressed to kill, so that is exactly what she planned to do…
Week 17 Topic: Dressed To Kill
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): incorporate a power failure
(easy, 1 point): mention one of the planets
Final day to post: June 30, midnight GMT.
She started getting ready early Saturday morning. It was to be a very special night. Her husband would be home early, and they would be going to a very important social event with her colleagues. He’d never attended anything with her before, and he had promised this night would be special. She had picked up the sexiest of all black dresses earlier that week, and it was hanging in her dressing room waiting to be put on.
She awoke early, and began the long process of getting ready, wanting everything to be perfect for this long anticipated night. She hoped to capture his attention, because lately she had begun suspecting that there was someone else in the picture, and she feared that this other woman would win his heart if she didn’t do something. First thing she did was go to her very reliable hairdresser. Her hair was almost to her waist, and she insisted it be cut off very short. After much arguing and pleading, her hairdresser agreed. The cut came out looking fabulous, very short and chic. She then went for her manicure and pedicure at the local spa. After 2 hours of relaxation, she met a close friend for lunch.
As they sat and ate, she talked about her nervousness about the upcoming night. Her friend insisted it would go well. She’d seen the dress on her, and insisted it was VERY sexy. She loved the new hairdo. He would be smitten. She certainly hoped so, because she felt this might be her last chance to get this marriage turned around in the right direction.
After returning back home, she bathed and put her robe on. She sat looking at the dress, and wondering if it would be the miracle worker that she hoped. She knew it looked good on her. Soon she began carefully applying her makeup. Everything had to be perfect. Makeup in place, she pulled on one long stocking, and then the other. Then the slip. Next, the beautiful dress went over her head and fell perfectly into place. She slipped the black stiletto heels on and turned to face the mirror. She hardly recognized herself, such a dramatic transformation had taken place. She was a Venus, and he would not be able to resist her. Looking at her watch, she knew her husband would be coming through the door any moment now. It was almost 5:00 p.m. and they were due to leave at 6:00 p.m. in order to arrive at the gathering by 7:00 p.m.
She sat carefully on the couch to wait. It was so very hard to be patient. She felt like she was 16 and waiting for a date to pick her up. The clock was moving so slowly. But it really wasn’t, because here it was already 6:00 and he still wasn’t home! Suddenly, the lights went out. There must be some kind of power failure, because all the neighbor’s lights were out too. She hoped he would arrive soon. It seemed that his work ALWAYS came before their relationship. She often told him he was married to his job. Where was he? What if he didn’t show up? After all the work she put into getting herself ready!
She sat in the dark and waited. When the clock finally neared 7:00 p.m. she knew he wasn’t coming. What good would it do now? After all, it started at 7:00 p.m. and they would be so late if they left even now. Where could he be? What if he was with her? She began to get angry, thinking about how important this night was to her, and how inconsiderate he was being. He could have at least called if he knew he was going to run late! Wasn’t it always this way though? The longer she sat, the more she convinced herself that he was somewhere with her, because there was certainly no one at his place of employment this time of night. She wasn’t important to him! How dare he stand her up when he promised! And how could he be so heartless as to stand her up in order to be with that other woman! She didn’t deserve that!
Here she sat, dressed to kill, with no place to go. But then again…. She walked into the bedroom and opened the drawer of her nightstand. Very carefully she lifted out the gift that her husband had given her a couple of years ago. It was a Colt Detective Special, and it fit so nicely in her hand. Yes, this would do perfectly. She was dressed to kill, so that is exactly what she planned to do…
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Stranger
THE STRANGER
I feel like I don't even know myself anymore.
A stranger is all I see.
I don't recognize the person I've become.
Someone that I don't want to be.
My emotions so unpredictable,
They change so rapidly.
Up and down, left and right,
I don't know who to be.
I lash out at the ones I love,
I yell and scream and rage.
At time I feel I'm going crazy,
Just lock me in a cage.
I know I push you away from me,
I really don't know why.
So now I am so afraid that
Your love for me will die.
This anger has overtaken me,
It spirals out of control,
I feel it's force within me,
As it envelops and takes hold.
How do I break free,
From these chains that hold me tight.
I feel that I am drowning,
How do I make it right.
I don't want to be held hostage,
By the emotions that I feel.
I want to taste the joy of life,
I want it to seem real.
Please help me to feel normal,
To have control over my life.
I can't go on like this,
I have to end this strife.
Copyright June 2008 Patti Phillips
I feel like I don't even know myself anymore.
A stranger is all I see.
I don't recognize the person I've become.
Someone that I don't want to be.
My emotions so unpredictable,
They change so rapidly.
Up and down, left and right,
I don't know who to be.
I lash out at the ones I love,
I yell and scream and rage.
At time I feel I'm going crazy,
Just lock me in a cage.
I know I push you away from me,
I really don't know why.
So now I am so afraid that
Your love for me will die.
This anger has overtaken me,
It spirals out of control,
I feel it's force within me,
As it envelops and takes hold.
How do I break free,
From these chains that hold me tight.
I feel that I am drowning,
How do I make it right.
I don't want to be held hostage,
By the emotions that I feel.
I want to taste the joy of life,
I want it to seem real.
Please help me to feel normal,
To have control over my life.
I can't go on like this,
I have to end this strife.
Copyright June 2008 Patti Phillips
Friday, June 20, 2008
Blessed
A few years ago a good friend of mine brought this song to my attention, and explained why it was important to her. The song is called “Blessed” by Elton John. Read the lyrics and then I’ll explain some stuff.
Blessed
Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed
I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed
I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed
Now this song was written from the point of view of a father about his unborn child. My friend loved this song because she thought of her daughter who was born with cerebral palsy and mental retardation. She would never, walk, talk, or learn. She would never be able to hug her mother. However, she was capable of love. She could feel love for her mother, and she could feel her mother’s love for her. It was her mother’s dream that she could someday see her child walk and talk and be able to have a conversation with her. To see her grow up and marry and have children. But yet she knew that would never be. Her daughter lived on this earth for 14 years, and I believe that her life, to her, was blessed. She is undoubtedly blessed now, in heaven, with her Creator.
After my friend explained why she loved this song, I have not been able to listen to it without getting tears in my eyes as I think of all that we are blessed with, yet we fail to see it. Life gets us down, and all we can think of is “poor me“. Just as Elton John sings of the love that a parent has for his unborn child, we should remember that we have a God who loves us unconditionally, and he truly wants the best for us. We fail to see the blessings that are before us every day.
Sometimes it seems that we are dealing with our every-day battles all by ourselves. It seems that no one cares about us, and that God is far away from us. But He isn’t. His blessings are still there upon our lives, we just fail to see them. He still has His hand on our lives, and on our future. His plan for our lives goes back to before we were ever born, and He will not release us from His hands. Whatever happens in our lives, it happens because it is what we need, even if it’s something we do not want. God planned every detail of our lives, our bodies, our words. He knew us before we were born! How can we not see just how incredibly blessed we are? Just as God has promised us, we will be blessed - we are blessed!
Blessed
Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed
I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed
I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed
Now this song was written from the point of view of a father about his unborn child. My friend loved this song because she thought of her daughter who was born with cerebral palsy and mental retardation. She would never, walk, talk, or learn. She would never be able to hug her mother. However, she was capable of love. She could feel love for her mother, and she could feel her mother’s love for her. It was her mother’s dream that she could someday see her child walk and talk and be able to have a conversation with her. To see her grow up and marry and have children. But yet she knew that would never be. Her daughter lived on this earth for 14 years, and I believe that her life, to her, was blessed. She is undoubtedly blessed now, in heaven, with her Creator.
After my friend explained why she loved this song, I have not been able to listen to it without getting tears in my eyes as I think of all that we are blessed with, yet we fail to see it. Life gets us down, and all we can think of is “poor me“. Just as Elton John sings of the love that a parent has for his unborn child, we should remember that we have a God who loves us unconditionally, and he truly wants the best for us. We fail to see the blessings that are before us every day.
Sometimes it seems that we are dealing with our every-day battles all by ourselves. It seems that no one cares about us, and that God is far away from us. But He isn’t. His blessings are still there upon our lives, we just fail to see them. He still has His hand on our lives, and on our future. His plan for our lives goes back to before we were ever born, and He will not release us from His hands. Whatever happens in our lives, it happens because it is what we need, even if it’s something we do not want. God planned every detail of our lives, our bodies, our words. He knew us before we were born! How can we not see just how incredibly blessed we are? Just as God has promised us, we will be blessed - we are blessed!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Dreamer
I love this quote from the movie "Dreamer" spoken by Cale of her race horse:
"You are a great champion. When you ran the ground shook. The sky opened and mere mortals parted. Parted the way to victory. Where you will meet me in the winner's circle. Where I will lay a blanket of flowers on your back."
"You are a great champion. When you ran the ground shook. The sky opened and mere mortals parted. Parted the way to victory. Where you will meet me in the winner's circle. Where I will lay a blanket of flowers on your back."
Monday, June 2, 2008
Brianna's Donation to Locks of Love
Brianna has been nagging me for a couple of years to let her get her hair cut shorter. We’ve been growing her hair out since she was a toddler, and she is now 10 years old. I was so proud of her long hair, so I kept telling her no. After listening to her cry and yell every time I brushed her hair out, I decided it was time to let her do what she wanted with her hair. She told me she wanted to donate the hair to Locks of Love. We had been looking at the website that showed picture of the kids with no hair wearing their new wigs that were made from donations. She was intrigued, and wanted to help. So I reluctantly made a hair appointment for her. She had no second thoughts at all.
Here, the ponytail is getting cut off.
Holding up her cut off ponytail that will be donated. (before the hair is cut and styled) See how crooked her hair looks? That’s because she tipped her head to the side when Liz cut the ponytail off.
I can’t believe I’m doing this! (as Mom wipes a tear)
I think I’m gonna like this!
Putting on the final touches. She wanted Liz to style her hair with a flip.
The hairstylist Liz, and Brianna, holding her donation to Locks of Love. I told Brianna "Maybe I can just take the ponytail home and put it in the memory box." She told me "No, there are kids that need it. You can’t take it."
Before the haircut - my beautiful girl.
After the haircut - stylin’!!!!
If you are interested in donating to Locks of Love, visit this website:
This Is How It Is
I'm finally back in WC, and I do not want to leave here again. I've moved away from WC 2 or 3 times, and I missed my family and friends so darn much. I know that some people dream of growing up and leaving their hometown, never to return again. I've never been that way. It about killed me to leave home and go to college. I've been through alot of difficult times in my adult life, and I've learned to value the relationships that I have with those that I care about. They hold me up when I am weak; they cheer me up when I am sad; they encourage me when I am discouraged; they give me strength when I am afraid. Someone is always there for me, in one way or another. I love all of you. I hope that I can be for you, whatever it is you need from me.
Decisions
Sometimes life's decisions are so hard to make. How do you know whether or not you're making the right one? You weigh all the options, and think you have the answer, and then all these other doubts come into play. Your heart is telling you one thing, but then your mind starts going and you're all confused again.
Whether the choice is the right one or the wrong one, there's always something to be learned from it. Even when it is painful. Live and learn! No regrets!
Blessings
This is a most powerful presentation. Please take time to click on the following link and view it. You will be truly blessed.
Favorite Holiday Candy
DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE HOLIDAY CANDY?
You know those yummy candies that you can only get on certain holidays? What are your favorites?
Mine are:
Valentines:
sweet hearts
St Patrick’s Day:
gold chocolate coins
Easter:
reeses’s peanut butter eggs
sugar eggs
Halloween:
candy corn/pumpkins
Christmas:
ribbon candy
big peppermint sticks
White-chocolate dipped oreos
chewy peppermints
You know those yummy candies that you can only get on certain holidays? What are your favorites?
Mine are:
Valentines:
sweet hearts
St Patrick’s Day:
gold chocolate coins
Easter:
reeses’s peanut butter eggs
sugar eggs
Halloween:
candy corn/pumpkins
Christmas:
ribbon candy
big peppermint sticks
White-chocolate dipped oreos
chewy peppermints
When I Reach the Place I'm Going
by Wynonna
When I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
And I will turn and look inside me
And bid farewell to one more day
Every light begins with darkness
Every flower is once a seed
And with the sun and wind to test us
We are bound to be released
I will fly beyond this valley
I will open up the gate
And when I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
We have hands to hold our sorrow
We have tears to heal the pain
And though your eyes ask many questions
On your lips I hear my name
I was born without a whisper
I was born beneath the rain
But when I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
I will surely know my way
When I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
And I will turn and look inside me
And bid farewell to one more day
Every light begins with darkness
Every flower is once a seed
And with the sun and wind to test us
We are bound to be released
I will fly beyond this valley
I will open up the gate
And when I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
We have hands to hold our sorrow
We have tears to heal the pain
And though your eyes ask many questions
On your lips I hear my name
I was born without a whisper
I was born beneath the rain
But when I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
I will surely know my way
Behind Closed Doors
(repost)
It was late in the evening, and I really wasn't expecting any visitors when I heard something in the yard. I went to the front window and looked out. There was a little girl in a long flowing gown sitting on the commode planter in the front yard. I went out the front door to investigate.
As I approached her, she stood up and asked if she could play with "that little girl who lives here." She appeared to be around 4 years old, and was wearing some sort of costume. She looked like a little princess with her gown, long curls hanging down her back, a tiara perched on her head. 'It's kind of late for you to be out playing alone. Where are your parents?" She just looked at the ground. "What is your name?" Nothing. "Are you lost?" Again, nothing.
Becoming increasingly concerned, I asked her to come inside. She stood up, clutching a video tape titled "Miracle" in her hand, and a teddy bear to her chest. "I've seen the little girl who lives here. I just wanted to play with her." "Well that's my daughter, but she is already in bed. I would think you would be in bed by now. Where do you live?" "Not far," she replied. I continued to try to get some kind of information out of her as to who she was or where her parents were. She didn't want to tell me anything. She looked like she hadn't had a bath in a while, and acted nervous, or afraid of something. I wondered what had happened to her.
"Let's go for a ride, ok?" She took my hand and followed me to the car. I'd already decided I didn't want to be accused of kidnapping or anything like that, so I headed straight for the hospital, calling to ask a police officer to meet me there. Once we arrived, she was reluctant to go in, but I assured her I would stay with her the whole time. As they were taking blood samples for various tests, and taking x-rays, a police officer talked with me outside the door of her exam room. I explained how she turned up at my house. It seemed the hospital personnel were acquainted with her, as they had quite a long record of previous visits. Child protective services had already been called in, because the parents were under suspicion of child abuse and negligence. At the time, they were nowhere to be found, so I agreed to stay with her. After the first round of bloodwork failed to show anything abnormal, another set of tests were run. It seemed that a hospital employee with a quick, intuitive knowledge of things and people (clairvoyance), had uncovered an interesting piece of information in questioning the girl. She told them that her mother gave her shots that would make her be a good girl. ????? WTF?
It seemed that the mother had been injecting her with human feces. The mother had a disease called Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy. People with this syndrome often injure their children in order to gain attention and sympathy. They will create symptoms of medical illness in the child, and then seek medical attention. This is a character-disordered parent who finds the drama of the "illness" and support of the hospital staff so gratifying, that keeping her child in the "sick role" is more important than realizing the danger and sickness of what she is doing. Sadly, many of these children die before any real proof is gathered.
In this case, the morbid act was discovered before it was too late. It turned out this family lived just around the corner from our house. You can never tell by looking at someone what really goes on in their home. They appeared to be a normal, happy family to all of the neighbors. The little girl was removed from the home, and charges were filed on the parents. She is now living a happy, healthy life with a loving family. Her body has healed, but the emotional trauma she has been through will always be with her.
This is my entry for week 6 of Blogophilia
Blogophilia Week 6:
Topic: Clairvoyance Experiment
Bonus points (hard, 2 points): Include a commode planter in the front yard.
Bonus points (easy, 1 point): Reference a hockey movie.
Blogophilia Week 6:
Topic: Clairvoyance Experiment
Bonus points (hard, 2 points): Include a commode planter in the front yard.
Bonus points (easy, 1 point): Reference a hockey movie.
It was late in the evening, and I really wasn't expecting any visitors when I heard something in the yard. I went to the front window and looked out. There was a little girl in a long flowing gown sitting on the commode planter in the front yard. I went out the front door to investigate.
As I approached her, she stood up and asked if she could play with "that little girl who lives here." She appeared to be around 4 years old, and was wearing some sort of costume. She looked like a little princess with her gown, long curls hanging down her back, a tiara perched on her head. 'It's kind of late for you to be out playing alone. Where are your parents?" She just looked at the ground. "What is your name?" Nothing. "Are you lost?" Again, nothing.
Becoming increasingly concerned, I asked her to come inside. She stood up, clutching a video tape titled "Miracle" in her hand, and a teddy bear to her chest. "I've seen the little girl who lives here. I just wanted to play with her." "Well that's my daughter, but she is already in bed. I would think you would be in bed by now. Where do you live?" "Not far," she replied. I continued to try to get some kind of information out of her as to who she was or where her parents were. She didn't want to tell me anything. She looked like she hadn't had a bath in a while, and acted nervous, or afraid of something. I wondered what had happened to her.
"Let's go for a ride, ok?" She took my hand and followed me to the car. I'd already decided I didn't want to be accused of kidnapping or anything like that, so I headed straight for the hospital, calling to ask a police officer to meet me there. Once we arrived, she was reluctant to go in, but I assured her I would stay with her the whole time. As they were taking blood samples for various tests, and taking x-rays, a police officer talked with me outside the door of her exam room. I explained how she turned up at my house. It seemed the hospital personnel were acquainted with her, as they had quite a long record of previous visits. Child protective services had already been called in, because the parents were under suspicion of child abuse and negligence. At the time, they were nowhere to be found, so I agreed to stay with her. After the first round of bloodwork failed to show anything abnormal, another set of tests were run. It seemed that a hospital employee with a quick, intuitive knowledge of things and people (clairvoyance), had uncovered an interesting piece of information in questioning the girl. She told them that her mother gave her shots that would make her be a good girl. ????? WTF?
It seemed that the mother had been injecting her with human feces. The mother had a disease called Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy. People with this syndrome often injure their children in order to gain attention and sympathy. They will create symptoms of medical illness in the child, and then seek medical attention. This is a character-disordered parent who finds the drama of the "illness" and support of the hospital staff so gratifying, that keeping her child in the "sick role" is more important than realizing the danger and sickness of what she is doing. Sadly, many of these children die before any real proof is gathered.
In this case, the morbid act was discovered before it was too late. It turned out this family lived just around the corner from our house. You can never tell by looking at someone what really goes on in their home. They appeared to be a normal, happy family to all of the neighbors. The little girl was removed from the home, and charges were filed on the parents. She is now living a happy, healthy life with a loving family. Her body has healed, but the emotional trauma she has been through will always be with her.
How to Score Points With Your Girlfriend's Mom
(repost)
Blogophilia Week 4
Topic: You Scored Three Points With That Bullet
Bonus points (hard, 2 points): Reference Occam’s Razor.
Bonus points (easy, 1 point): Incorporate a line from your favorite song.
How To Score Points With Your Girlfriend’s Mom
Michael had never had a girlfriend whose mother liked him. He’d recently begun dating Amanda, and he really, really liked her. It was really important to him to impress her mother, because he thinks he just may marry this girl some day. He came to me asking me for advice on how to score points with Amanda’s mom. He wanted to come up with a list of things he could do to slowly win her over. First, he was going to invite her to go to dinner with he and Amanda. When he arrived to pick them up, he planned to bring her a bouquet of flowers. Once they arrived at the restaurant, he would begin to compliment her looks, telling her how beautiful she looked. Then, he figured he could offer to fix things around the house. The most important thing he felt he could do to impress her would be to stay out of jail. He’d surely score 3 points with that bullet. I told him that Occam’s razor would give him the answer he needed. I explained the definition of Occam’s razor: all other things being equal, the simplest solution is the best. Therefore, he just needed to be respectful and appreciative towards her and her daughter, but not just to score points. Like the Sawyer Brown song says: If you treat her right, show her you care, when you need her she’ll be there. Life is not about tallying up points. It’s about loving others with sincerity and honesty.
Blogophilia Week 4
Topic: You Scored Three Points With That Bullet
Bonus points (hard, 2 points): Reference Occam’s Razor.
Bonus points (easy, 1 point): Incorporate a line from your favorite song.
How To Score Points With Your Girlfriend’s Mom
Michael had never had a girlfriend whose mother liked him. He’d recently begun dating Amanda, and he really, really liked her. It was really important to him to impress her mother, because he thinks he just may marry this girl some day. He came to me asking me for advice on how to score points with Amanda’s mom. He wanted to come up with a list of things he could do to slowly win her over. First, he was going to invite her to go to dinner with he and Amanda. When he arrived to pick them up, he planned to bring her a bouquet of flowers. Once they arrived at the restaurant, he would begin to compliment her looks, telling her how beautiful she looked. Then, he figured he could offer to fix things around the house. The most important thing he felt he could do to impress her would be to stay out of jail. He’d surely score 3 points with that bullet. I told him that Occam’s razor would give him the answer he needed. I explained the definition of Occam’s razor: all other things being equal, the simplest solution is the best. Therefore, he just needed to be respectful and appreciative towards her and her daughter, but not just to score points. Like the Sawyer Brown song says: If you treat her right, show her you care, when you need her she’ll be there. Life is not about tallying up points. It’s about loving others with sincerity and honesty.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Mosquitos
Someone sent this to me:
Mosquito Spray...Worth a try
I was at a deck party awhile back, and the bugs were having a ball biting everyone.
A man at the party sprayed the lawn and deck floor with Listerine, and the little demons disappeared.
The next year I filled a 4-ounce spray bottle and used it around my seat whenever I saw mosquitoes. And voila! That worked as well. It worked at a picnic where we sprayed the area around the food table, the children's swing area, and the standing water nearby. During the summer, I don't leave home without it.....Pass it on.
I haven't actually tried this yet, but I'm going to. It sounds pretty good.
Mosquito Spray...Worth a try
I was at a deck party awhile back, and the bugs were having a ball biting everyone.
A man at the party sprayed the lawn and deck floor with Listerine, and the little demons disappeared.
The next year I filled a 4-ounce spray bottle and used it around my seat whenever I saw mosquitoes. And voila! That worked as well. It worked at a picnic where we sprayed the area around the food table, the children's swing area, and the standing water nearby. During the summer, I don't leave home without it.....Pass it on.
I haven't actually tried this yet, but I'm going to. It sounds pretty good.
Who Really Knows the Answer?
This is my entry for Blogophilia Week 13
Week 13 Topic: Who Really Knows The Answer?
bonus points:
(hard, 2 points): use the phrase "six at the price of one"
(easy, 1 point): use the phrase "bane of my existence"
There are many questions in our lives that we never really know the answer to. Sometimes we just have to leave it behind and move on. I’m going to share with you an experience I had in the past. It concerns a problem that I had in my marriage that I never really got an answer to. If you aren’t in the mood to read about real life problems, or to listen to my man-bashing, then move on to the next blog, because this is all I’ve got.
2 years ago my husband and I were separated. He was working in another town, and driving 2 hours one way to and from work. Keep in mind that we were separated because of past infidelities on his part. I was still handling the finances, paying both his bills and mine with our combined income. I started noticing on his phone bill a lot of long phone calls to and from the same phone number. They all took place in the morning while driving to work, or in the evening while driving home. This occurred just about every day.
After seeing the calls on 2 consecutive phone bills, I decided that I would call the number and find out who it was, rather than ask him. I called it and, big surprise, a female answered by the name of Allison. This was the Allison that worked with him out of town. She lived there in the town where he worked. I asked her why she and my husband were spending so much time on the phone together. She said that she was still learning her job, and he was explaining stuff to her about the job. Whatever, I’ll just bet he was. I told her I didn’t think it was appropriate, and that I would appreciate it if all future learning would take place on the job, while on the clock, not after hours. Of course, don’t think for a minute that I believed her lame-ass excuse for the phone calls. She apologized and said she would never want to cause problems in my marriage, she was oh so sorry, and would not be calling his cell phone anymore. Hah!
When I questioned him about the calls, he gave me the same excuse. Of course, she may have, and probably did, call him and give him the heads up. (no pun intended) He promised the calls would stop, and he would do all further “instructing” during the workday, rather than after work. By the way, this man’s motto is “tell them what they want to hear” and “that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
Of course, the calls continued for the next 2 months. The only difference was that they were all incoming from her, but not outgoing from him. That was probably just a scheme on his part to pacify me. Of course he says he can’t help it if she keeps calling him. Can he not help it when his lame-ass hand picks up the phone and says hello? I told him he better take care of it or I would be paying her a visit. He promised he would tell her to stop calling. Now why do us women always want to threaten the other woman when it’s really our man who is to blame?
Now this skanky woman, and I’m not exaggerating here, had become, basically, the bane of my existence. I hated her with a passion. I felt that if it were not for women like her, there wouldn’t be near as many affairs going on. Sike! Again - it’s men like him that are the real cause of the affairs - because THEY ARE THE MARRIED ONES! This woman was single, in her early 20’s, still lived with Mom and Dad. She wasn’t anything special to look at. Kind of short and dumpy. However, when it comes to flirting, compliments, praising, listening, sympathy, and promises of “what I can do for you“, most men are not real picky as to what a women looks like. They just love the attention as their egos swell to vast proportions. This is the type of woman who just loved to make references to BJ’s, and other things of a sexual nature, just to get a guy’s mind on that sort thing while he’s talking to her. I’m sure she promised him “six at the price of one“ as she bragged about her abilities in that area. Again, I hated her with a passion.
To make a long story short - I never actually confronted her. After those 2 months had passed, the calls stopped altogether. After some more time had passed, he had moved us with him to that town. He came home from work to me every evening. I came face to face with her a couple times at his job, and she had the nerve to smile and hold out her hand for me to shake. Of course I didn’t. I just turned and walked away. She wasn’t worth my time. She eventually quit the job and moved with her parents to Hawaii. Poor thing. She just couldn’t make it living on her own. Aloha!
As for him, he promised that nothing ever happened between them. I didn’t believe it then, and I don’t believe it now. The problem was resolved on it’s own by her moving away. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t guilty, because he was. Guilty of SOMETHING - even if it was just inappropriateness, though it was probably more, but maybe not EVERYTHING.
Who really knows the answer? I know that I will never know. I choose to not dwell on it for now. I believe that a cheater will eventually cheat again. I hope not, but it is highly likely. I will never fully trust again. I choose to live my life with my eyes wide open.
Week 13 Topic: Who Really Knows The Answer?
bonus points:
(hard, 2 points): use the phrase "six at the price of one"
(easy, 1 point): use the phrase "bane of my existence"
There are many questions in our lives that we never really know the answer to. Sometimes we just have to leave it behind and move on. I’m going to share with you an experience I had in the past. It concerns a problem that I had in my marriage that I never really got an answer to. If you aren’t in the mood to read about real life problems, or to listen to my man-bashing, then move on to the next blog, because this is all I’ve got.
2 years ago my husband and I were separated. He was working in another town, and driving 2 hours one way to and from work. Keep in mind that we were separated because of past infidelities on his part. I was still handling the finances, paying both his bills and mine with our combined income. I started noticing on his phone bill a lot of long phone calls to and from the same phone number. They all took place in the morning while driving to work, or in the evening while driving home. This occurred just about every day.
After seeing the calls on 2 consecutive phone bills, I decided that I would call the number and find out who it was, rather than ask him. I called it and, big surprise, a female answered by the name of Allison. This was the Allison that worked with him out of town. She lived there in the town where he worked. I asked her why she and my husband were spending so much time on the phone together. She said that she was still learning her job, and he was explaining stuff to her about the job. Whatever, I’ll just bet he was. I told her I didn’t think it was appropriate, and that I would appreciate it if all future learning would take place on the job, while on the clock, not after hours. Of course, don’t think for a minute that I believed her lame-ass excuse for the phone calls. She apologized and said she would never want to cause problems in my marriage, she was oh so sorry, and would not be calling his cell phone anymore. Hah!
When I questioned him about the calls, he gave me the same excuse. Of course, she may have, and probably did, call him and give him the heads up. (no pun intended) He promised the calls would stop, and he would do all further “instructing” during the workday, rather than after work. By the way, this man’s motto is “tell them what they want to hear” and “that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
Of course, the calls continued for the next 2 months. The only difference was that they were all incoming from her, but not outgoing from him. That was probably just a scheme on his part to pacify me. Of course he says he can’t help it if she keeps calling him. Can he not help it when his lame-ass hand picks up the phone and says hello? I told him he better take care of it or I would be paying her a visit. He promised he would tell her to stop calling. Now why do us women always want to threaten the other woman when it’s really our man who is to blame?
Now this skanky woman, and I’m not exaggerating here, had become, basically, the bane of my existence. I hated her with a passion. I felt that if it were not for women like her, there wouldn’t be near as many affairs going on. Sike! Again - it’s men like him that are the real cause of the affairs - because THEY ARE THE MARRIED ONES! This woman was single, in her early 20’s, still lived with Mom and Dad. She wasn’t anything special to look at. Kind of short and dumpy. However, when it comes to flirting, compliments, praising, listening, sympathy, and promises of “what I can do for you“, most men are not real picky as to what a women looks like. They just love the attention as their egos swell to vast proportions. This is the type of woman who just loved to make references to BJ’s, and other things of a sexual nature, just to get a guy’s mind on that sort thing while he’s talking to her. I’m sure she promised him “six at the price of one“ as she bragged about her abilities in that area. Again, I hated her with a passion.
To make a long story short - I never actually confronted her. After those 2 months had passed, the calls stopped altogether. After some more time had passed, he had moved us with him to that town. He came home from work to me every evening. I came face to face with her a couple times at his job, and she had the nerve to smile and hold out her hand for me to shake. Of course I didn’t. I just turned and walked away. She wasn’t worth my time. She eventually quit the job and moved with her parents to Hawaii. Poor thing. She just couldn’t make it living on her own. Aloha!
As for him, he promised that nothing ever happened between them. I didn’t believe it then, and I don’t believe it now. The problem was resolved on it’s own by her moving away. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t guilty, because he was. Guilty of SOMETHING - even if it was just inappropriateness, though it was probably more, but maybe not EVERYTHING.
Who really knows the answer? I know that I will never know. I choose to not dwell on it for now. I believe that a cheater will eventually cheat again. I hope not, but it is highly likely. I will never fully trust again. I choose to live my life with my eyes wide open.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Wormholes
This is my entry for week 12 of Blogophilia.
Week 12 Topic: This Is The New "Hip"
bonus points (hard, 2 points): reference the Einstein-Rosen bridge
bonus points (easy, 1 point): include purple legwarmers
Final day to post: May 26, midnight GMT.
I read this week's topic, and I had to google the Einstein-Rosen bridge, because I didn't have any idea what it was. It turns out to be the same thing as a wormhole - a tunnel connecting two universes. Some brilliant physicists developed this idea. Most normal people like me don't think that way. I was surprised to find out how many people knew what a wormhole was. Maybe it is the new "hip" to appear to be genius? I don't know, but the only "hip" I can relate to is wearing purple leg-warmers as a teenager. Anyway, there's something about a black hole that one would enter that would take you to another universe. That hole is the Einstein-Rosen bridge. It supposedly can take you to another universe, and another place in time.
Here's a humorous poem I found that perfectly sums it up:
There was a young lady named Bright
Who traveled much faster than light
She set out one day
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night
by A.H. Reginald Buller
Physics was not my favorite class. I totally do not understand all the mumbo jumbo terms and theories about this whole wormhole thing:
theory of relativity, black holes, the Reissner-Nordstrom black hole, the Kerr black hole, the Schwarzschild black hole, cosmic censorship conjecture, hyperspace, cosmological physics, quantum gravity, quantum mechanics, energy density, etc.
I can relate to a wormhole being something like the hole that Alice in Wonderland chased the rabbit down into.
Here's some of the scientific renditions of a wormhole:
This looks like some kind of listening device,
What's the significance of a bee entering another universe?
This just looks like some kind of modern, fancy tiled floor with a circular stairwell going upstairs.
boobies?
Maybe a colorful pedestal of some kind.
This just looks like DNA to me.
And this looks like one of those sea anemone creatures.
Or a weird looking mushroom.
This reminds me of those space weather thingies.
This one looks like an air filter.
Another stairwell.
And this is just strange.
I can totally not relate to any of that stuff , and in all reality, it seems a bit scary to me- but this is what I can relate to:
pretty artistic renditions of the wormhole - I like these much better.
And my favorite of all:
Week 12 Topic: This Is The New "Hip"
bonus points (hard, 2 points): reference the Einstein-Rosen bridge
bonus points (easy, 1 point): include purple legwarmers
Final day to post: May 26, midnight GMT.
I read this week's topic, and I had to google the Einstein-Rosen bridge, because I didn't have any idea what it was. It turns out to be the same thing as a wormhole - a tunnel connecting two universes. Some brilliant physicists developed this idea. Most normal people like me don't think that way. I was surprised to find out how many people knew what a wormhole was. Maybe it is the new "hip" to appear to be genius? I don't know, but the only "hip" I can relate to is wearing purple leg-warmers as a teenager. Anyway, there's something about a black hole that one would enter that would take you to another universe. That hole is the Einstein-Rosen bridge. It supposedly can take you to another universe, and another place in time.
Here's a humorous poem I found that perfectly sums it up:
Who traveled much faster than light
She set out one day
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night
by A.H. Reginald Buller
Physics was not my favorite class. I totally do not understand all the mumbo jumbo terms and theories about this whole wormhole thing:
theory of relativity, black holes, the Reissner-Nordstrom black hole, the Kerr black hole, the Schwarzschild black hole, cosmic censorship conjecture, hyperspace, cosmological physics, quantum gravity, quantum mechanics, energy density, etc.
I can relate to a wormhole being something like the hole that Alice in Wonderland chased the rabbit down into.
Here's some of the scientific renditions of a wormhole:
This looks like some kind of listening device,
What's the significance of a bee entering another universe?
This just looks like some kind of modern, fancy tiled floor with a circular stairwell going upstairs.
boobies?
Maybe a colorful pedestal of some kind.
This just looks like DNA to me.
And this looks like one of those sea anemone creatures.
Or a weird looking mushroom.
This reminds me of those space weather thingies.
This one looks like an air filter.
Another stairwell.
And this is just strange.
I can totally not relate to any of that stuff , and in all reality, it seems a bit scary to me- but this is what I can relate to:
pretty artistic renditions of the wormhole - I like these much better.
And my favorite of all:
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