Saturday, June 30, 2012


As much as I'd like to argue the point at times., I've come to terms with the fact that I'm an introvert.  Sure.. I'm a bit of an extrovert at times.  I'm a Pisces.. so I'm a fence rider. [even though I don't really agree with astrological signs].  Sometimes I need people and conversation to recharge.  Actually., it seems that I do most often of the times.  But... there are times where all I need is my laptop and a coffee shop and an iced coffee with a shot of white mocha.  And I believe that true extroverted people wouldn't need that at all.  I'm comfortable being alone and having not more than one friend in Marshfield for longer than an extrovert would be.  And although I couldn't handle it forever., I can be pretty happy with books and a journal and a television and a sewing machine.. and internet.  So.  Here's me being introverted at the coffee shop., while I skype chat away with my bestie Blake while she's at a coffee shop doing the same.  I must say.  She is wonderful.
I also happen to be going through old photos in the task of organizing my external hard drive.  And. I found these two gems.
We're beautiful., aren't we?!

In other news!  My friends Jonathan and Katie got married last night! They are such a beautiful perfect pair!  And Zach and Sarah get married next Friday! AND. . Nikweeta and Jordan get married in one week.  I can't wait to witness it all first hand.  All the love!!

Anyways., I think that's about all I want to cover for now. 

Happy weekending everyone!  See you soon, Greenville!


Thursday, June 28, 2012

Number: Four.

Well.  If you know me at all., you know that I'm very talented in switching from task to task.  Story to story, craft to craft, or.. in this case., book to book.
I'm currently reading 4.  Now.. That's a lot.  But it's what I have to do if I'm going to read.  

'The Universe at the Teacup' is going down as my most favorite book I've read.  I'm in love with every word.  "A difference is a difference only if it makes a difference", "More or less of something very often adds up to more than simply more or less; quantitative changes can make huge qualitative differences", "We all march to our own metronomes", and "We miss a great deal because we perceive only things on our own scale" are four of my favorites from the chapter on 'A Matter of Scale'.  I'm just intrigued.  Every step of the way.
'Letter to a Christian Nation' is a book written by an atheist in a response to Christians response from his first book, 'An End to Faith'.  It really makes my mind turn.  More on that some other time if you'd like to discuss it in real life.

'The Lover's Dictionary' is just a fun little poetically worded read. It's written [obviously] like a dictionary.  And every 'definition' is like a journal entry.  One of my favorite entries has been akin: "... Did it matter that we both drank coffee at night and both happened to go to Barcelona the summer after our senior year?  In the long view, was it such a revelation that we were both ticklish and that we both liked dogs more than cats?  Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could truly assert itself?  We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens.  Because that happened to be our favorite color.  And this, we figured, had to mean something."  Anyways.  I've really loved it.
'Change of Heart' I can hardly tell you much about, because I'm only on page 45 of 441... so I've got an awful long way.  But I do know that the last (and only) book I ready by Jodi Picoult was wonderful.   [You should read 'Nineteen Minutes' if you have time.]  I really love it so far.

Well shoot.  I'm sorry.  That's already an awful lot of words and I'm not done.  

Four miles.  That's how far I ran the other day.  And I only walked for 4 minutes of it.  And although I did it incredibly slowly, I'm pretty proud of myself.  Half-marathon training is pretty fun thus far.  It was so mental though.  I started to psych myself out during the 2nd mile.  I started thinking: "Oh gosh.  How will I ever run 13.1 of these? If 4 seems this hard?"  And then I reminded myself that I'm only at week 1 of 14.  And by the time I get there, with Katie's help, I should be alright.  So.  That's that.  

I went of a 44 minute bike ride with my Daddio tonight.  And saw 4 very adorable bunnies.  

And now I should go to bed.  Because I was tired 2 hours ago and I have no idea why I'm still awake.  But.  I want my Gilly to know that this blog is totally obviously dedicated to her.  Because 4 is an even number.  And I counted all of these things particularly for her.  And I love her so much.  Infinity to the fourth power., if you will.  Also. The 4th of July is possibly hopefully when I can see her.  That's another 4.  I'm hoping her and Josh will join me in Greenville for fireworks.  This is my invitation.  

Also.  Nikweeta and Jordan get married so incredibly soon.  And I am dying with excitement.  

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Waiting On A Mailman.

I've finally come to a decision after 23 years.  I like creamy peanut butter better than crunchy.  Really, it's been a conundrum for me for years.  But my final decision was swayed by the fact that crunchy peanut butter is just so difficult to spread.  There's simply not a need to put up with it. 

I've also realized that pleasant people make life a much happier place.  I mean… think about it.  I love random "Hello"s and "How are you?"s with strangers.  Funny strangers are by far the best.  Our waitress at Chili's on Sunday was by far the funniest waitress I've had.  And it's just because we talked to each other and joked about everything.  So.  I guess pleasantry goes along with feeling comfortable with people.  At least I believe so.  Being comfortable with people usually means being welcoming.  Giving them a friendly smile, thanking them for something small and actually hoping they "Have a nice day."  So yea.  Pleasant people make my life happier. 

In other news, I've been home for 3 weeks from college.  I'm actually really not minding it here.  Most of my GC besties have kept in close contact with me; so that transition has been easier.  And I made a new friend here.  Her name is Katie and we're going to run a half marathon together!  It's quite exciting if I do say so myself. 
What else happened you ask?  Well.  I got a job at Menards.  I am a cashier and I plan to smile at everybody., so that will be fun.
Also.  I sent my 5 year old crappy laptop in to get fixed, and it was broken during shipping.  Now., you must understand that my computer has devalued $800 in the past 5 years.  It was a piece of crap.  But.  They broke it.  So Best Buy gave an in store credit for the original value of the computer.  Which means I bought myself a brand new laptop for 'free'.  And I still had enough to buy an iPod classic.  So I got all that for $20., warranties included.
Now it's naming time.  Although naming inanimate options is far less amusing without my Nikweeta by my side, I still must.  So.  The iPod will probably be iTaj II.  Because iTaj the first didn't live nearly long enough, and I really did love him.  As far as the laptop… well… that may take me some time.  All I know is his initials must be P.C.  Prince Charming is a little too fancy., but I'll see if I can come up with anything good.  [Nikweeta, if you've got ideas., I'd love your help.]

Lastly but certainly not least., Fathers Day was Sunday.  I'll make this short and sweet because I could talk for hours about how I have the best dad in the world. 
Well.  I have the best dad in the world.  And there's nothing I'd rather do that go for a bike ride with that guy or beat him in cribbage.  No one listens to me as well as he does.  No one seeks to understand me as well.  No one has taught me more about how to value life and people.  If you don't know this guy, you are truly missing out.  

Tuesday, June 5, 2012


So.. It seems I'm in the mood to read quotes today.  I think so often other people can put things into words far more beautifully than I.  So here are a few of my favorites, said best by not I. 

"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,our presence automatically liberates others."
-Nelson Mandela

"I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing."
-Neil Gaiman

"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Listen to the MUSTNTS child, listen to the DONTS.  Listen to the SHOULDNTS, the IMPOSSIBLES, the WONTS.  Listen to the NEVER HAVES, then listen close to me - Anything can happen, child.  ANYTHING can be."
-Shel Silverstein

"Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves."
-Albert Einstein

Now that that's done I best get workin on my resume.  I need to stop pretending that real life isn't winding up to smack me in the face. 

Friday, June 1, 2012

When Tomorrow Becomes Yesterday.

I'm reading the excellent book called "The Universe and the Tea Cup- The Mathematics of Truth and Beauty."  And if you know much about me, you should know that me calling a book 'excellent' is about as common as my dad passing up a bike ride -- incredibly rare.  So.  First I'd like to re-point out the fact that I am (by common definition) a nerd.  And I do plan on re-going through my Calculus book as soon as I get unpacked.  So it only makes sense that I'm reading a book regarding the 'mathematics of truth and beauty'.  And like I said, It's fabulous.  I'm sure I'll have quite the quotes coming your way soon.  But here's one that I love [on the suject of risk]:
"Of course, risk isn't all bad.  Without knowingly taking risks, no one would ever walk out the door, much less go to school, drive a car, have a baby, submit a proposal for a research grant, fall in love, or swim in the ocean.  It's hard to have any fun, accomplish anything productive, or experience life without taking on risks - sometimes substantial ones.  Life, after all, is a fatal disease, and the mortality rate for humans, at the end of the day, is 100 percent." So there you have it.  Risk is essential.  But I think that risk too often keeps us from accomplishing what we should. 

What about the things we say we'll do tomorrow?  The things we never actually get around to doing.  When our optimistic 'tomorrows' become our now-gone 'yesterdays. 
What about all the things we let get away from us?  The 'priorities' we let get in the way of our motivations.  The words and feelings we never say.  The misunderstandings we never clear up.  The risk that keeps us from moving on.  The opportunities we never take.  The pride that holds us back.  The chances we never seek out.  The fear that keeps us from playing the game- the fear of failure; the fear of success. 
I'm definitely guilty of all these things.  And I think too often I just accept it as something that happens in life.  Everybodys tomorrows become their yesterdays from time to time, right?  But do they have to? 
I don't want mine to anymore.  I want to do the things I want to do.  Today.  Not tomorrow.  So. Cheers to that. 

In less thoughtful regards, we have a neighborhood attacker cat.  Mom named him Ballzy. .. I'll leave you to infer why.  Anyways.  He's this huge orange cat.  He's not fat, but he's incredibly muscular and he's approximately the size of a golder retriever puppy.  [Which is big for a cat.. if you have the same visual of a golden retreiver puppy as I do.]  Anyways.  He kills things.  And I woke up at 2am to him murdering something outside my window for about 5 minutes.  We've found victims in the form of squirrels and mice, and this morning Ballzy was caught with a bird in his mouth.  I understand that there's a food chain.. but.. I have a 4.5 pound dog.  And Ballzy could kill him.  So mom's threatening to shoot him.  We'll see what happens.

Speaking of my tomorrows not vanishing, I'm off to go for a run.  It's my third day with no sweets and all exercise.  And that's hard when you wake up to red velvet cake scraps from the neighbor.  But I'm doin it.  For as long as I decide.  Old-confident-Megan here I come.