The deed has been done, the seeds sown, the lot has been cast. However you want to look at it I am headed to school starting Aug 22, 2007. For me it is triumph over doubt and a trip through serious self-examination. I have set my foot on the path and the way is forward.
Ok people go to school every year what's the drama. You're right. Oddly between 2001 and 2007 it became harder. I grew up, experienced the "real world" if you will, fought the noose of debt and didn't fully win. But you know what? I am excited to report I am a lot closer to winning debt than when I started.
At 31 years old God has given my husband and me the ability to have a home free of any lien or mortgage. He has also blessed me with a lot of spiritually deep family, friends and co-workers that helped me grow in my own spirituality. He also carried me through some mentally tough situations and in so doing added depth to my soul and humbleness to my spirit. (yeh He still has work to do on me!!!)
In my "My Space" site is a quote that embodies the only fear I wish to have in my life -
"I wish to fear not death but to fear life without truly living. Because is there a worse death then such?"
When at the call of God you step out on a limb and abandon yourself to a dream, the sprig shakes and the leaves fall around you. But the vision beyond the protected branches is worth the instability of the trembling twig.
What is your dream?
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
A New Way to View Fireworks
Hmm too much has happened since my last post. July 4 was spectacular. Why? Well I was able to indulge my pyro tendencies and watch the fire works from the happening side. And better than that my mom was here.
We spent part of the day getting Mom a computer case, then we went to Rutkowski's for "linner" (Lunch X Dinner) and I skimmed their pool for bugs while I swam...that always keeps me busy. Strange habit? I guess I like to save the ones I can and make sure the dead ones don't get on me. Then we took off for Winston-Salem, a Warthog (I could go off about that name) game and fireworks. Jason Rutkowski helps set off professional fire works shows.
I don't have the photos imported yet but the unexploded fireworks looked different then I expected. Humble brown paper cones from 2"-4" with names like orange fury and green lightening. It was very cool. There were racks of pipes that they had ALL of the fireworks loaded into and their wicks like brightly color tails over the edge of each pipe. We sat around and ate more watermelon and waited for 9pm or the end of the game if it went past 9pm.
....as I stare off into space, rock slowly and reminisce...
Eric and I were crazy about fire. When we were younger one of our jobs was to take out the trash and burn it. Truly I don't believe Mom or Dad ever had to nag us about that one. We would melt bags on sticks and little fire bombs would drip slowly off the deforming bag creating meyham and destruction where ever it landed...if you were the size of a bug. And no we never harmed little bugs knowingly but Eric and I both have scars on our hands where our little plastic bombs hit us instead of the ground.
Good times.
As the fireworks began the smell of sulfer and smoke filled my nose and a smile spread onto my face. Over and over forms would bend down, light the fuses and run a few steps away. A great flash of blazing orange light would explode from the pipe and a delicate fairy trail of light would shoot to the sky. Several times twinkly sparks would rain down around us and people would dance erratically to dodge each little searing ember.
The finale was 3 crates full of pipes each laden with a 3 or 4" shell and each fuse precisely coupled with the fuse next to it. Many of my photographs look white hot in the center with countless red tentacles trailing away. It was a wondrous cacophony of whistles and thunderous roars.
We rode home with Terry and Randy. Randy voice was a soft hum in my ears as he discussed, all the way home, a new breast cancer drug with Mom. My eyes were weighty with sleep.
Ahhh the perfect ending to the 4th of July!
We spent part of the day getting Mom a computer case, then we went to Rutkowski's for "linner" (Lunch X Dinner) and I skimmed their pool for bugs while I swam...that always keeps me busy. Strange habit? I guess I like to save the ones I can and make sure the dead ones don't get on me. Then we took off for Winston-Salem, a Warthog (I could go off about that name) game and fireworks. Jason Rutkowski helps set off professional fire works shows.
I don't have the photos imported yet but the unexploded fireworks looked different then I expected. Humble brown paper cones from 2"-4" with names like orange fury and green lightening. It was very cool. There were racks of pipes that they had ALL of the fireworks loaded into and their wicks like brightly color tails over the edge of each pipe. We sat around and ate more watermelon and waited for 9pm or the end of the game if it went past 9pm.
....as I stare off into space, rock slowly and reminisce...
Eric and I were crazy about fire. When we were younger one of our jobs was to take out the trash and burn it. Truly I don't believe Mom or Dad ever had to nag us about that one. We would melt bags on sticks and little fire bombs would drip slowly off the deforming bag creating meyham and destruction where ever it landed...if you were the size of a bug. And no we never harmed little bugs knowingly but Eric and I both have scars on our hands where our little plastic bombs hit us instead of the ground.
Good times.
As the fireworks began the smell of sulfer and smoke filled my nose and a smile spread onto my face. Over and over forms would bend down, light the fuses and run a few steps away. A great flash of blazing orange light would explode from the pipe and a delicate fairy trail of light would shoot to the sky. Several times twinkly sparks would rain down around us and people would dance erratically to dodge each little searing ember.
The finale was 3 crates full of pipes each laden with a 3 or 4" shell and each fuse precisely coupled with the fuse next to it. Many of my photographs look white hot in the center with countless red tentacles trailing away. It was a wondrous cacophony of whistles and thunderous roars.
We rode home with Terry and Randy. Randy voice was a soft hum in my ears as he discussed, all the way home, a new breast cancer drug with Mom. My eyes were weighty with sleep.
Ahhh the perfect ending to the 4th of July!
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Just a Thought
Some people are like Slinkies - Not really good for anything, but will bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.
This amused me heavily today. Enjoy the deep thought.
This amused me heavily today. Enjoy the deep thought.
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