| Your Love Life Secrets Are |
 Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love. You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't? You want to be with someone who's a success. A person with the right job, right family, right clothes... In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it. Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go. |
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
2 Things Just For Fun
Names you go by Cami, mommy, Cam, Sweetie
2 parts of your heritage: Norweigan & German
2 Things that scare you: snakes & dying
2 of your everyday essentials: shower & computer
2 Things that you are wearing right now: pajamas & sweat shirt
2 of your favorite bands or musical artists (at the moment): Melissa Etheridge (all time fav) Bowling For Soup (at the moment)
2 Favorite Songs at the Moment 'My Humps' by Black Eyed Peas & 'Baby Girl' by Sugarland
2 Things you want in a relationship (other than true love) faithfulness, good co-parent
2 Truths: I'm shy
and I'm too self-conscious...worried about what others think of me
2 Physical Things that appeal to you (in the opposite sex) eyes & smile
2 of your Favorite Hobbies: scrapbooking, computer
2 Things you want really badly: money & new car
2 places you want to go on vacation: Disney World & Hawaii (all about the kid!..lol)
2 things you want to do before you die: raise a good kid & have grand children
2 ways that you are stereotypically a chick: i cry & I like to get spoiled
2 Things that you are thinking about now: "this is fun" & "I should be scrappin"
2 Stores you Shop at: Wal-mart & Herbergers
Hey, If your reading this....you're being tagged! lol!!
2 parts of your heritage: Norweigan & German
2 Things that scare you: snakes & dying
2 of your everyday essentials: shower & computer
2 Things that you are wearing right now: pajamas & sweat shirt
2 of your favorite bands or musical artists (at the moment): Melissa Etheridge (all time fav) Bowling For Soup (at the moment)
2 Favorite Songs at the Moment 'My Humps' by Black Eyed Peas & 'Baby Girl' by Sugarland
2 Things you want in a relationship (other than true love) faithfulness, good co-parent
2 Truths: I'm shy
and I'm too self-conscious...worried about what others think of me
2 Physical Things that appeal to you (in the opposite sex) eyes & smile
2 of your Favorite Hobbies: scrapbooking, computer
2 Things you want really badly: money & new car
2 places you want to go on vacation: Disney World & Hawaii (all about the kid!..lol)
2 things you want to do before you die: raise a good kid & have grand children
2 ways that you are stereotypically a chick: i cry & I like to get spoiled
2 Things that you are thinking about now: "this is fun" & "I should be scrappin"
2 Stores you Shop at: Wal-mart & Herbergers
Hey, If your reading this....you're being tagged! lol!!
Saturday, January 28, 2006
| You Are The Sun |
 You represent the best of life - vitality, success, and and truth. You tend to have a strong, centered, balanced personality. Inspiration and discovery are your fortes. You are very mentally strong. A talented mind, you tend to excel at math, philosophy, and music. Your fortune: As well as you have done in the past, the future is going to be filled with more success. A new creative project is coming your way. Feed it, and it will grow into something huge. Great riches, recognition, prosperity, or happiness is coming your way. And it's possible that a fantastic vacation, or a new baby, is coming sooner than you think. |
| Your Boho Handbag Is |
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| Your Outrageous Name is: |
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| What Your Face Says |
 At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced. Overall, your true self is passive and thoughtful. With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react. In love, you seem gentle and sensitive. In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic. |
| Your World View |
You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content. You value kindness and try to live by your ideals. You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material. You respect truth and are flexible. You like people, and they can readily make friends with you. You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you. |
I wanted to share a lil
story that happened to me the other day. We have a JoAnns store
here. Other than Target or Walmart, that's the only store here to
buy scrapping stuff. I really don't like people that work there
because they are always snobby & rude. I almost hate to go in there
sometimes just because I know I'm going to be treated so rudely. No
exception this day either! ( but I won't get into the rude stuff)
But there is this one younger gal (20ish) that cashiers PT, she is
always cordial. so I'm in there & pick out some stuff. I had a
gift card from Christmas. Get to the checkout my total is $8.64 over
my card value. I had forgot to put new checks in my wallet so I'm
diggin for cash. I come up with ironically, $6.64. I told her just
to put these two dollars items back, that should do it. Then she says
to me " no, just go I'll take care of the $2!" I was totally blown
away!! I told her no, it was not that important I would come back
just take those two things off so I didn't forget to come back & pay
her. She was just "nope, already cashed out & done...don't worry
about it!" WOW! So, of course I went right home & got the money
because I didn't want to forget because I have a very bad memory. I
could almost see it if I was buying diapers & milk at a store
somewhere but at JoAnns! Very impressed that she would do such a
nice thing & for me no less.
Made my day, a renewed faith in people....it's a good thing :)
story that happened to me the other day. We have a JoAnns store
here. Other than Target or Walmart, that's the only store here to
buy scrapping stuff. I really don't like people that work there
because they are always snobby & rude. I almost hate to go in there
sometimes just because I know I'm going to be treated so rudely. No
exception this day either! ( but I won't get into the rude stuff)
But there is this one younger gal (20ish) that cashiers PT, she is
always cordial. so I'm in there & pick out some stuff. I had a
gift card from Christmas. Get to the checkout my total is $8.64 over
my card value. I had forgot to put new checks in my wallet so I'm
diggin for cash. I come up with ironically, $6.64. I told her just
to put these two dollars items back, that should do it. Then she says
to me " no, just go I'll take care of the $2!" I was totally blown
away!! I told her no, it was not that important I would come back
just take those two things off so I didn't forget to come back & pay
her. She was just "nope, already cashed out & done...don't worry
about it!" WOW! So, of course I went right home & got the money
because I didn't want to forget because I have a very bad memory. I
could almost see it if I was buying diapers & milk at a store
somewhere but at JoAnns! Very impressed that she would do such a
nice thing & for me no less.
Made my day, a renewed faith in people....it's a good thing :)
Friday, January 27, 2006
Good Readin...this is from a scrappy newsletter I belong to Scrapgirls.com anyway loved it & thought I would share here. Ro is an excellent writer.
Something to think about...Life Musings from Ro
"I find that the very things that I get criticized for, which is usually being different and just doing my own thing and just being original, is the very thing that's making me successful." - Shania Twain
Difference is that thing that causes us to squirm and celebrate. On one hand, we love the differences in celebrities that cause their talents to rise to the top of the heap. On the other hand, when we notice the same types of differences in other people around us, we often feel less because of their uniqueness and so the uncomfortable feelings we experience within ourselves causes us to behave in a manner that is less than who we truly are.
It seems not to matter whether we perceive the differences to be “better than” or “worse than” our own. They are different and try as we may (and no matter what good things we proclaim to the world), we charge about trying to homogenize everyone so that we might, at the very least, feel okay about ourselves.
The problem with this, of course, is that it is the differences in us that makes life interesting. And it is people who are able to view things from a unique angle that usually are able to change the world in a positive way.
Since I have a degree in music, I had to study the lives of the great composers in detail. Most of them had unusual lives and it was quite common for them to exist on the fringes of society, never quite fitting in. Some of them were even perceived by their associates as slightly whacky, partially because they were so in tune to the unique sounds that they were hearing that they simply had to bring to the world. It didn’t matter to them if they were poor, rich, popular, or not. They had something and they had to use it. Period. The majority of them died without any notoriety whatsoever because their peers never did “get” them or their music.
One of my first “real” jobs (meaning, a job that my father didn’t pay me to do) was as a typist. Every day I went into a big room that was lined with desks that were piled with stacks of uncompleted work and baskets to put the work that you managed to complete that day into. This work was taken away at night by some mysterious being. (I never saw it happen. It could have been an angel, for all I knew.) Correspondingly, each morning my uncompleted pile had grown larger. The only other item each of us had at our desks was an electric typewriter.
And so we sat and typed and typed and typed. We had to go fast. The work we did required that no errors appeared in the text and so if they occurred, we were to XXXXX over the mistake so that no one could mix up the typos with the correct information.
The whole thing felt impossible to me, as I am a person that can’t stand having a large amount of work left to do. And it was simply not possible to make a dent in the amount of outstanding work we had waiting for us.
The majority of my coworkers were single women in their early twenties. I was the lone married girl (just 20) and as such, I skirted the outside fringes of our society. They didn’t hate me, but they didn’t welcome me into their friendships either.
But then, one day, a new assistant supervisor was hired. She was a single woman that was in her mid-thirties and the other girls immediately hated her. The hated her with a passion that was extremely surprisingly to me.
Why? She was so new that she hadn’t had time to do anything offensive.
Things got so uncomfortable in that little typing world (which still reminds me somewhat of the Hell that Scrooge was shown in one of his dreams), that I quit and got another job where the work was more enjoyable.
I’ve thought about this situation off and on throughout the years, still wondering why this new woman was instantly hated by her staff. And then one day it hit me. I knew what it was all about.
You see, it wasn’t her, particularly, that they hated. It was what she was: an unmarried woman in her thirties.
All of this sounds ridiculous today, but back in the mid-70’s, the biggest fear that a young woman had was that she would become an “old maid.” (Yes, it is truly true. People did think that way.) And my co-workers were already scared to death that they were headed that direction.
They were young women, most of them without any significant education, and the majority of them had weight issues. They didn’t seem to have anything more interesting going on in their lives than those piles and piles of undone work. They were afraid that they were going to be doomed to that existence forever and that their shining white knights would never come along and rescue them from it.
And then this new supervisor comes in and proves to them - just by being there and by who she is - that they might be right. It scared them to death and they reacted by rejecting her vigorously.
So while it appeared on the surface that there was some difference in this woman that they hated, the truth was, it was her similarity to them that made them afraid that they would end up like her.
Differences are like that. It is often the differences in other people that frighten us because there is something too familiar in those differences and we react badly.
We are afraid that we won’t measure up.
We are afraid that we don’t measure up.
We are afraid that if we accept the person with the difference, we will be set aside by those people who are “in”. (Of course, the people that are “in” put themselves “in”. Why we care at all about who is “in” and who is “out” could be the subject of an entire week of muses, I believe.)
We are afraid that their differences are “catching” somehow. We know logically that this is impossible, but we don’t act rationally in these situations. (Although, most people would never admit that they misbehave in this manner.)
Perhaps, you have heard stories about what chickens do when they discover one in their flock has a weakness. The chickens are not charitable about the flaw. They don’t put the sick friend to bed and give them cow soup and crackers. They don’t put hot water bottles on their heads and sing them lullabies.
Nope. The chickens corner the “problem chicken” and literally peck it to death. It’s a gruesome site that only people who have flocks of chickens have witnessed.
This sounds horrifying doesn’t it? People would never do such a thing. Aren’t we lucky that we aren’t chickens?
But people do the same thing to each other every single day. When we find some difference in another person that worries us, instead of celebrating it, or tending it, or helping it along, we often put the person in a corner, isolate them, ignore them, talk about them, roll our eyes at them, laugh at them, or act as if they don’t exist at all.
We are politely pecking them to death.
It happens in the workplace. It happens at the mall. It happens at church. It happens at amusement parks.
It happens anyplace that people interact with each other.
However, we have been told by one who is wiser than all of us that we aren’t to act this way. We are told that we are to treat others as we would have them treat us. We are told that we are supposed to love each other as much as we love ourselves.
Ahhh….. Now we have arrived at the crux of the matter, I believe.
It is impossible to love someone as much as you love yourself, if you don’t love yourself at all.
So it’s a funny thing about differences. We theoretically celebrate them. We actually are afraid of them. But if we can just get a grip on ourselves and learn to love the glorious creatures that we were meant to be, all of it falls away and suddenly, we don’t mind one little bit if people are different than we are.
So today’s challenge is this: Look at yourself in the mirror. Make yourself look square into your eyes and say, “You are okay just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
And mean it.
It’s a very real beginning.
Ro
"I find that the very things that I get criticized for, which is usually being different and just doing my own thing and just being original, is the very thing that's making me successful." - Shania Twain
Difference is that thing that causes us to squirm and celebrate. On one hand, we love the differences in celebrities that cause their talents to rise to the top of the heap. On the other hand, when we notice the same types of differences in other people around us, we often feel less because of their uniqueness and so the uncomfortable feelings we experience within ourselves causes us to behave in a manner that is less than who we truly are.
It seems not to matter whether we perceive the differences to be “better than” or “worse than” our own. They are different and try as we may (and no matter what good things we proclaim to the world), we charge about trying to homogenize everyone so that we might, at the very least, feel okay about ourselves.
The problem with this, of course, is that it is the differences in us that makes life interesting. And it is people who are able to view things from a unique angle that usually are able to change the world in a positive way.
Since I have a degree in music, I had to study the lives of the great composers in detail. Most of them had unusual lives and it was quite common for them to exist on the fringes of society, never quite fitting in. Some of them were even perceived by their associates as slightly whacky, partially because they were so in tune to the unique sounds that they were hearing that they simply had to bring to the world. It didn’t matter to them if they were poor, rich, popular, or not. They had something and they had to use it. Period. The majority of them died without any notoriety whatsoever because their peers never did “get” them or their music.
One of my first “real” jobs (meaning, a job that my father didn’t pay me to do) was as a typist. Every day I went into a big room that was lined with desks that were piled with stacks of uncompleted work and baskets to put the work that you managed to complete that day into. This work was taken away at night by some mysterious being. (I never saw it happen. It could have been an angel, for all I knew.) Correspondingly, each morning my uncompleted pile had grown larger. The only other item each of us had at our desks was an electric typewriter.
And so we sat and typed and typed and typed. We had to go fast. The work we did required that no errors appeared in the text and so if they occurred, we were to XXXXX over the mistake so that no one could mix up the typos with the correct information.
The whole thing felt impossible to me, as I am a person that can’t stand having a large amount of work left to do. And it was simply not possible to make a dent in the amount of outstanding work we had waiting for us.
The majority of my coworkers were single women in their early twenties. I was the lone married girl (just 20) and as such, I skirted the outside fringes of our society. They didn’t hate me, but they didn’t welcome me into their friendships either.
But then, one day, a new assistant supervisor was hired. She was a single woman that was in her mid-thirties and the other girls immediately hated her. The hated her with a passion that was extremely surprisingly to me.
Why? She was so new that she hadn’t had time to do anything offensive.
Things got so uncomfortable in that little typing world (which still reminds me somewhat of the Hell that Scrooge was shown in one of his dreams), that I quit and got another job where the work was more enjoyable.
I’ve thought about this situation off and on throughout the years, still wondering why this new woman was instantly hated by her staff. And then one day it hit me. I knew what it was all about.
You see, it wasn’t her, particularly, that they hated. It was what she was: an unmarried woman in her thirties.
All of this sounds ridiculous today, but back in the mid-70’s, the biggest fear that a young woman had was that she would become an “old maid.” (Yes, it is truly true. People did think that way.) And my co-workers were already scared to death that they were headed that direction.
They were young women, most of them without any significant education, and the majority of them had weight issues. They didn’t seem to have anything more interesting going on in their lives than those piles and piles of undone work. They were afraid that they were going to be doomed to that existence forever and that their shining white knights would never come along and rescue them from it.
And then this new supervisor comes in and proves to them - just by being there and by who she is - that they might be right. It scared them to death and they reacted by rejecting her vigorously.
So while it appeared on the surface that there was some difference in this woman that they hated, the truth was, it was her similarity to them that made them afraid that they would end up like her.
Differences are like that. It is often the differences in other people that frighten us because there is something too familiar in those differences and we react badly.
We are afraid that we won’t measure up.
We are afraid that we don’t measure up.
We are afraid that if we accept the person with the difference, we will be set aside by those people who are “in”. (Of course, the people that are “in” put themselves “in”. Why we care at all about who is “in” and who is “out” could be the subject of an entire week of muses, I believe.)
We are afraid that their differences are “catching” somehow. We know logically that this is impossible, but we don’t act rationally in these situations. (Although, most people would never admit that they misbehave in this manner.)
Perhaps, you have heard stories about what chickens do when they discover one in their flock has a weakness. The chickens are not charitable about the flaw. They don’t put the sick friend to bed and give them cow soup and crackers. They don’t put hot water bottles on their heads and sing them lullabies.
Nope. The chickens corner the “problem chicken” and literally peck it to death. It’s a gruesome site that only people who have flocks of chickens have witnessed.
This sounds horrifying doesn’t it? People would never do such a thing. Aren’t we lucky that we aren’t chickens?
But people do the same thing to each other every single day. When we find some difference in another person that worries us, instead of celebrating it, or tending it, or helping it along, we often put the person in a corner, isolate them, ignore them, talk about them, roll our eyes at them, laugh at them, or act as if they don’t exist at all.
We are politely pecking them to death.
It happens in the workplace. It happens at the mall. It happens at church. It happens at amusement parks.
It happens anyplace that people interact with each other.
However, we have been told by one who is wiser than all of us that we aren’t to act this way. We are told that we are to treat others as we would have them treat us. We are told that we are supposed to love each other as much as we love ourselves.
Ahhh….. Now we have arrived at the crux of the matter, I believe.
It is impossible to love someone as much as you love yourself, if you don’t love yourself at all.
So it’s a funny thing about differences. We theoretically celebrate them. We actually are afraid of them. But if we can just get a grip on ourselves and learn to love the glorious creatures that we were meant to be, all of it falls away and suddenly, we don’t mind one little bit if people are different than we are.
So today’s challenge is this: Look at yourself in the mirror. Make yourself look square into your eyes and say, “You are okay just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
And mean it.
It’s a very real beginning.
Ro
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Oh man, how sad is this?
I cried. I couldn't help it, this made me so sad. Which is one reason I normally don't watch/read the news.
Fla. Highway Crash Kills 7 Adopted Kids
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060126/ap_on_re_us/school_bus_crash
Fla. Highway Crash Kills 7 Adopted Kids
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060126/ap_on_re_us/school_bus_crash
