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29 December 2004

i was going to come on here & give an update to my holiday madness, but it all seems very trite in comparison to what's happening in the world now. i think THE BLOGGERS LISTED IN THIS ARTICLE can speak better than i could ever wax on about this topic.

my heart & prayers go out to these people, including several missions families stationed there from MY OLD CHURCH.

it is projected that THE DEATH TOLL RESULTING FROM THIS SERIES OF EVENTS COULD REACH 100,000.

there are really no words.

consider a contribution to organizations which can help relieve some of the upcoming costs. you can contribute to such places as WORLD VISION or THE AMERICAN RED CROSS.

20 December 2004

ah, blessed silence.

i sit in my house, no music, no TV, no sound other than the house noises & my fingers tip-tapping on the keyboard. it's no wonder God calls us to rest because the refreshment it gives can last as long as we allow it.

i've been doing much thinking about life, love, happiness, joy, abundance & blessings. of course i'm not naive enough to leave it at that as those are always juxtaposed with things like sacrifice, fear, frustration, despair, & need. it makes sense, though, that these aforementioned things would never shine so brightly if they weren't placed ona background of these other things. the negative space giving background to the positive space, so to speak.

heh. that's one of my spiffy finds as i've been browsing the web in search of new & interesting design opportunities. i now have the capability of some smashing designers, but my ideas are a bit muddled. i was seeking inspiration but got sidetracked by such delectable tidbits as these recycolpedia buttons, this recycled knack album journal (anybody know why they hold a special place in my heart?), these reproduction fabrics from the '20s & from the '50s, these fabulous bracelets, & last (but most certainly not least) spiffy wrappying paper. mmmmmmmm, crisp, hip & droolable designery right there.

is plain & unadulterated lusting after such items lessened if & when they are made of recycled materials? i mean, in that case does it negate the materialism of some of it? so, i like pretty things, preferably pretty things that are usable.

on a completely different note, the wedding came off with a hitch. i know, bad punnery is minus 15 points. at any rate, the bride & groom embarked upon their voyage through the carribbean. i might be slightly jealous to be undisturbed for a week, sailing on the water, sunning myself, & frolicking with a new spouse. one day.

as maid of honor it was simply my job to make the bride not turn into bridezilla, a feat i've practiced many times before (i remind you of exhibit a, my business card with my title shown as bridesmaid extraordinaire). i was challenged more than usual (which is, of course, something i like generally). the bride's mother neglected to remove the bridal train from it's cramped positioning in the garment bag, thusly putting a gazillion tiny wrinkles into the satin train. then the same mom made a grave error when she was unable to locate her hand steamer & the iron brought to the church for the same purpose was woefully inadequate.

no steam for you, come back one year.
(deena didn't really like when i said that.)

after we established that it would never be wrinkle-free & that everybody would be too stunned looking at her to even pay attention to the train, we assumed we would finish taking all the pictures before the wedding. that didn't happen. what also didn't happen was worse. neither the sister of the bride (the director), nor the friend with the wedding rings, had returned to the church as of ten minutes before the wedding started.

several frantic minutes later (& two feet that felt as if they were on fire from pounding concrete in uncushioned strappy sandals trying to do everything to make this happen), we were ringless. her sister arrived at that point & collectively we immediately decided to go to plan b, using deena's brother-in-law's ring for philip & deena's grandmother's ring for her. with the proper (but not so proper as to be the actual selected rings) in tow, we waltzed down the aisle.

no sooner had the bride been escorted down the aisle than we see the errant friend with the rings enter the back of the church. since i didn't anticipate anything could be done to get the rings to me except during a prayer (as i'm right next to the bride), i look down to see her sister crawling up the side aisle of the church & stage-whispering (so that everyone in the state of north carolina could hear her), "sharon, here's the ring!".

right then.

all's well that ends well. they got their rings, they got married, they were beautiful. another successful connection is formed. i'm so happy for them both & they are quite prayered.

yet another thing to add in that positive background. they've weathered some storms & grown closer because of it.

now i'm all teary-eyed.



i am alive. thanks for the love lately. it's been appreciated. the week of hell has ended & more to come on the weekend wedding plus thoughts on life.

in the meantime, THIS should keep you occupied until then.

15 December 2004

this week needs to get better.
NOW.

10 December 2004

ah, sweet, beautiful weekend is on the horizon.

*cue angelic chorus*

i'm wearing a sleeveless blouse at work today due to the warm weather. it's supposed to be lower 70s today. in december. i ask, how is one to be in the christmas spirit with heat like that? somehow chestnuts roasting on an open fire makes me sweaty. but i don't sweat, i glow. right, don't look at me after an aerobics class.

speaking of aerobics my gym opened finally. & then politely informed me that my pool isn't open until march. I WANT MY H20! water aerobics, so good, so fine. the perfect place to meet a replacement grandma. i'm just sayin'.

CASEY always finds pretty things & THESE are no exception.

in the same vein of discussing pretty things, BICKETT GALLERY'S ARTISTS LIST still features holly miller's work which i find pleasing & delightful to the eye. i have some canvases i need to paint for my wall which may be done this weekend. i need inspiration pieces, as GENEVIEVE GORDER would say.

speaking of inspiration, the afore-mentioned casey's TUBS inspires me to want a bubble bath in front of a large swirly sky.

final musing today ... my swift powers of observation show in a biased study that people can easily reveal their expectations when in normal, every day sitautions. case in point, i have a coworker who assumes this horrid, squeaky voice when she request something from someone on the phone. i noted to her one day that her voice goes up an octave when she seems nervous to request something. she agreed. another example, in BRUEGGERS (mmmm, brueggers) yesterday, the woman in front of me said everything as a question:

um, can i have a plain bagel? with olive & pimento cream cheese? & have it toasted? &, um, can i have a small coke with that?" note there's no evidence of a please in there & everything is as if she was asking their parents' permission for something.

compare & contrast with my request:

hi, i'd like a honey grain bagel, toasted, with strawberry jam. & a diet coke, please. succint, to the point, yet polite.

people are weiwd.

08 December 2004

i wonder what it's like not to have your needs met. i have no doubts i was fortunate enough to grow up in a family where my needs were met, even if sometimes my (supposed) wants were not. my parents strived to teach me a semblance of evaluating want versus need & sometimes i did better with those evaulations than others. at least i had a choice.

today we're turning in our gifts for our angel tree girl, lil t (as we've been affectionately calling her). shopping for her was a delightful experience & were i able to drop an entire paycheck to help some of these kids, i might just do it. but it struck me that the presents alone might fill some sort of desire for these children just for a moment rather than a lifetime. all the more reason i need to take a step back & see how much some consumerism has inched into my life.

last week we led our home group discussion on consumerism & since then i've been thinking on the things that have consumed me. i take issue with most cases of extremisms, subscribing to the philosophy that too much of a good thing is still too much. but does that concept apply to the less tangible things of life? peace, love, joy, understanding, happiness? i'm not sure given the subjectiveness of some of these things (despite being fruit of the spirit in GALATIONS 5). even fruit is subjective, no?

apples to oranges, or something.

my work party is tonight but i'll behave. ex-crushboy is my date, much to the delightful interrogation of my coworkers, i'm sure. they're simply infatuated that he'll make random chicken noises. it obviously takes very little to amuse these folks, which means i get star billing around here because of it.

amusement is the elixir of life.

06 December 2004

a semi-productive weekend was had by all. some christmas shopping done, many lines were conquered in awaiting purchasing said shopping itmes, & a trip to toys r us in order to make a purchase for lil t, the girl we adopted at work through the angel tree program.

interestingly enough, angel tree must be a generic name for lots of programs during the christmas season. i did a search to attempt to put a link & came across so many i have no idea which is the correct angel tree. i only know this is through wake county social services, i think.

at any rate, a trip to the local TOYS R US is enough to make anybody reconsider children. why people bring bratty, greedy children to a toy store where they will kick & scream & throw temper tantrums until they get the toy they think they desire, is beyond me. why they allow their children to become so bratty & greedy is beyond me as well.

i suppose it's easy enough to say how i expect i'll be as a mom, but only time will tell. my friend told me the other day that her daughter, peyton, has been the biggest wake-up call to what she thought she'd be as a parent. i suppose imagining pristine babies like you see in the gloss pages of magazines is impossible &, in fact, might be quite boring. after all, do you want a real child or a plastic doll?

speaking of glossy magazines, READYMADE MAGAZINE is the stuff. my friend lent me some old back issues for my reading perusement & enjoyment, since i've bought a couple current issues for myself. the ideas in there are fascinating & hands-on. i like all of the above.

03 December 2004

sometimes i wonder where the cameras are located because my life feels like a sit-com of unfortunate events. not as interesting as LEMONY SNICKET's, i'm sure, but still.

in the course of this morning i have managed to do the following:
(1) squash an orange on the copier;
(2) spill an entire cup of ice water on the brief i was revising (as i tried to put the adult sippy cup lid on it to prevent same);
(3) sent an email to a paralegal in one of our local counsel's office with a dyslexic typo (one i've been painfully meticulate about since i made the unfortuante mistake several months ago). the problem? her name is trudy but i strangely typed "turdy" & sent it on;
(4) got 3 phone calls from some old lady trying to call some medical 800 number which apparently is 1-800-[MY LOCAL PHONE DIGITS HERE]. she didn't understand she had to dial the 1-800 part. i had to tell her four times i was the same person she spoke with before & she needed to dial 1-800 & leave me the hell alone. except for the hell part;
(5) sent a group email to our home group that really was meant for sarah which detailed some information i'd prefer kept between us, specifically making light of crushboy (my date for a work function)'s strange stache/soul patch combo; &
(6) aced a negotiation with the drycleaner who screwed up the dress i'll be wearing to the aforementioned work function next wednesday.

my dress was returned from the drycleaners with various beads & strings hanging from it randomly. i called as soon as i got it from their courier. the manager did respond quickly & came to my office late yesterday afternoon & whisked my dress away with promises that i'd "get it soon". i called this morning & was told it would be back to me wednesday morning. i explained my event was wednesday evening & if i had to replace the dress, i needed to know by tuesday. it went something like this.

drycleaner: the dress will be returned soon.
me: is soon before wednesday? because this dress is my attire for wednesday evening.
drycleaner: um.
me: i need it tuesday night. at the latest
drycleaner: tuesday?
me: tuesday. no later.
drycleaner: not wednesday?
me: i need it tuesday night. that's before wednesday & apparently before "soon".
drycleaner: we'll do it if i have to make them work overtime.
me: much appreciated. i knew we could work something out.

great, so the little tailoring elves have to slave away on overtime for my stupid dress that some twit shoved into the drycleaner bag with various threads hanging. after charging me a $3.00 "special handling" fee. i don't want to know what general handling is for such things.

now then, i must forage for sustenance to finish my day.

02 December 2004

apparently the holidays bring out the domestic diva in me. back off, domestic divas can be sassy, too!

i have found myself, since thanksgiving, searching for recipes for holiday side dishes, desserts & treats on no less than 10 occasions. today is december 2, so that's roughly 1+ times per day. that is in addition to me perusing my mom's recent copies of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING magazine & copying down several recipes.

is this what happens when we get old? we get the desire to knit toilet paper covers & random flyswatter hangy things for decoration purposes? oy vey.

 
   





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