12.07.2002
My favorite shirt
The Note on the Cross:
"Gone to see Dad. Fixing a place for you. Be back soon to pick you up." *signed* Jesus
As for me...
"Taking care of finals. Thinking about you. Be back as soon as I turn my finals in (12/11)." *scribbled* Ginny
A Funky Carol (sung to tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")
The restroom door said 'Gentlemen'
So I walked right inside.
I took two steps and realized
I'd been taken for a ride.
I heard high voices,
Turned and found the place was occupied, By 2 Nuns, 3 Old Ladies, and a nurse.
What could could be worse,
Than 2 Nuns, 3 Old ladies and a nurse?!
The restroom door said 'Gentlemen'
It must have been a gag.
I soon as I walked in there,
I run into some hag.
She sprayed me with a can of mace and smacked me with her bag!
I could tell this just wouldn't be my day.
What can I say?
It just wasn't turning out to be my day!
The restroom door said 'Gentlemen'
And I would like to find,
The crumey little creep
who had the nerve to switch the sign!
'Cause I've got 2 blackeyes
And one high heel up my behind.
Now I can't sit with comfort and joy!
Boy O Boy!
No, I'll never sit with comfort and joy!
Ginny says: I've heard this song SOMEWHERE before, I just don't remember where....Oo
12/07/2002 08:48:00 PM
12.05.2002
Major Rant Time
Mom shared something with me the other day that was quite profound. She said that, too often these days, Christians are compromising and "editting" their faith just so they can be politically correct and please society. I'm sorry, but I'm not fake, and I do not like changing my faith around to please the strangers on the street. What God thinks of me is more important than what others think of me. (Plus the fact that changing the faith around is WRONG, so says God.)
That being said, I'm not about to go on some hellfire and brimstone crusade. There is stuff going on around me that offends me. And it never ceases to amaze me that we respect other cultures and their beliefs, until it is the Christians we are talking about. Then it's, "No, no, no, can't respect them--they're with God, you know. They think they are too good for us." And to tell the truth, it's not all society's fault for them thinking this way.
As far as political correctness goes, I'll say this much: I'll tell you when I'm offended by something, but I won't bend over backwards to make you think my way. I'm not any good at arguments or convincing people at all. Bottom line--I'll let you make your decisions, but that doesn't mean I have to like them. I like people for who they are, not what they do.
Think of me what you will after reading this, but I stand firm by what the Spirit tells me. And before you start laughing at me, just remember to like me for ME, to let me make MY decisions--even if you don't agree with them. And just remember, I pray for all of you every day--whether you know it (like it) or not.
Love.
~*End rant*~
12/05/2002 10:17:00 PM
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
Heh heh heh...my innocent little mind was already corrupted by Chili's (no place else!, *lol*). Too late! ^_~
12/05/2002 03:35:00 PM
Yes, Virginia, there was a Santa Claus
(I've heard all the jokes about my name and this time of year, so PFFFT!)
ANYWAYS...
There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18)
in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of
Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist (except maybe in Japan)
religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15%
of the total, or 378 million(according to the Population
Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children
per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that
there is at least one good child in each. Santa has about 31
hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time
zones and the rotation of the earth,assuming he travels east to
west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per
second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a
good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the
sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings,
distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever
snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump
into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each
of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the
earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept
for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about
0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles,
not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh
is moving at 650 miles per second--3,000 times the speed of
sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle,
the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second,
and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.
The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element.
Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized
Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand
tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional
reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that
the flying reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the
job can't be done with eight or even nine of them-Santa would
need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting
the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven
times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the
monarch). 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates
enormous air resistance-this would heat up the reindeer in the
same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere.
The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules
of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into
flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them
and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire
reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a
second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on
his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result
of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds,
would be subjected to acceleration forces of 17,500 g's. A 250
pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to
the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly
crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering
blob of pink goo. Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now.
12/05/2002 12:57:00 AM
12.04.2002
To Shaun
Yes.
I know God will lead us through--how could you possibly change my opinion of you?
To Flora
What he said.
To Sara
I hope you got my letter by now, because I put my phone number in there for ya, and I want you to call me if ever you need to talk, sis. We've been through too much (even if we haven't talked much lately) for me to just let you go. Remember that.
12/04/2002 09:46:00 AM
12.03.2002
I can't...
I just can't tell my secret...Shaun's too happy right now. Flora seems upset by something. I'd only twist the night into something awful. *looks a little miserable*
But I've got to tell SOMEONE....who, though?
I'm already screwing the night over, IMO, by not talking...but I just don't feel like talking...ya know...I gotta get it out...this is odd...I haven't felt alone like this for several weeks...this feeling from this summer coming back to pester me. But I don't know who to talk to about this.
12/03/2002 10:00:00 PM
Today's Answering Machine Messages
"My husband and I can't come to the phone right now, but if you'll
leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as
we're finished."
(Narrator's voice:) "There Richard sits, reading a magazine.
Suddenly the telephone rings! The bathroom explodes into
veritable maelstrom of toilet paper, with Dale in the middle of
it, his arms windmilling at incredible speeds! Will he make it
in time? Alas no, his valiant effort is in vain. The bell hath
sounded. Thou must leave a message."
"Hi. Now you say something."
(more tomorrow)
12/03/2002 07:49:00 PM
Ron Story!
Dang people, sorry today is such a Blogging day, but I can't help it! ^^;
We had three managers running around today--Greg (who opened), Ron (who was in there somewhere), and Shannon (who showed up later, and seemed grouchy, but tried to act cheerful). I mostly saw Greg.
It's always fun to have Ron around though...especially when you want to gloat about your latest triumph.
It all had to do with the football pot that our bartender Heather holds on a regular basis. I usually only buy a square ($2) for fun, and only when I have the $2 to spare. Heh, I've won once before, but it turns out, I won again on Thanksgiving.
$50 worth.
So I'm walking out the door, and I see Ron. I get this glint in my eye (heh, anything that makes him spaz when I don't act innocent is always fun!), and I said, "Hey, Ron, didja hear that I won?"
He's a little preoccupied. "Won what?"
"The football thing."
"What thing?"
"Heather's thing."
"Oh, yeah, the--OH! Heather's football pot?"
"Yeah."
"What about it?" (DANG, but he musta been preoccupied!)
"I won $50 off of it."
That got his attention. "You WHAT?!"
I shrugged carelessly. "Had 0-0, and won."
"You big BUTTHEAD!" he chuckled.
Chili's...like no place else...hee hee hee. (Trust me, that joke's been done many a time.)
12/03/2002 03:42:00 PM
(Just ignore this sentence--I'm editting my template again.)
12/03/2002 03:35:00 PM
Even the "unknowns"
Hiya, Deux. I wanted to post your stuff because I found it quite revelant...and I hope, by putting it up here for myself, I can figure out where I'm going with all this. I must say, I haven't thought about this "Secret" since it happened to me, 12 years ago. And while the whole thing bothers me, it's also helping to slowly, but surely, and finally, get it out in the open.
"stuff (I'm not one for specificity in titles)
Meh.. I get around a lot these days. More specifically, I "found" Sara's blog a couple of weeks ago, (there's a whole long-ish story behind how this happened) and I've been trying to help since then.
But yeah.. that was the short version..
So yeah.. I clicked one of the links in her blog and ended up in yours.. and the first thing I saw was:
quote:
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Secrets
I know it's not right to keep secrets in...they hurt me and they hurt others for me not telling them. I keep saying that I've kept this one for 12 years, and I'm used to it.
No...I'm not.
I haven't thought about this awful secret in several years. Scratch that-several months. The person that caused it died, and I remembered the secret at the funeral. I should have mentally tossed the secret down into the freshly dug earth...
And now, more than ever, it weighs on my mind. It seems like it was only last week that it happened now. I shudder, and feel sick at heart when I think about this secret...the one I never told to anyone.
Mom doesn't know...she'd accuse me of dreadful things and disown me.
Sara doesn't know...I must stay happy for her.
Shaun doesn't know...it'd change his view of me.
Flora doesn't know....but she wants to so badly.
The person who caused it did...but is dead.
God knows...and I think He's trying to tell me something...but I am hesitant to tell. What good would it do now, 12 years after the fact?
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So yeah.. I just wanted to offer a bit of advice.. kind of ^^.. no doubt you've probably heard most of it before, but I just think I should say this (I hate it when I think I should say something- I'm never sure whether I'm right or not)
1- "Sara doesn't know...I must stay happy for her"
That doesn't work.. One thing I learned recently is that, to put it bluntly "open-ness rules".. I was kind of having problems with something (which, incidentally, was actually very minor- so please don't think I'm making comparison to the actual problem ), until I actually admitted the problem to the people who should have known about it.
2- "Shaun doesn't know...it'd change his view of me"
Shaun seems a great guy, from what limited contact I've made with him. The only real reference to anything I can make here is a month or so ago when someone said to me "I want to tell you the problem- but it'll probably blow up in my face, and you won't think of me the same".. and I promised that I wouldn't think of them any differently, and also that I'd still be their friend etc... and I actually kept that promise.. I think Shaun would probably do the same.
3- "Flora doesn't know....but she wants to so badly."
I actually don't have a particular comment to this.. I just thought I'd say that rather than skip this point..
4- "The person who caused it did...but is dead"
Much as I'm sure it would be painful to admit if they were alive, as they are dead, you probably think you can hide the problem and just forget about it. The thing is, problems don't go away for long. There can always be something potentially waiting to bring it back.. the only way to get rid of the problem (oddly enough) is to acknowledge it.
5- "God knows...and I think He's trying to tell me something...but I am hesitant to tell. What good would it do now, 12 years after the fact"
I recognise that thought (in italics) ^^ heh. That type of thought anyway.. And I have a long point to go with it. I really don't want to suggest this, but it seems like you're trying to con yourself (or the devil is trying to con you) there, into thinking that there's no point doing anything about it now.
I don't think I ever told you how I became a Christian.. basically, I started stealing money from work, where I had been for two years, and had built up a lot of trust. Eventually I was found out and fired, and was in a bit of an emotional state. The day I was dismissed, there was a church service that night (my Mum and Dad were already Christians), and I recieved prayer, which I found very helpful, and I converted that night.
The next week, we were going to visit Christian friends of my Mum and Dad (which we'd never met before- another long story), and my Mum told them everything, because we didn't want them not to know, so we wouldn't have to worry, or worse, lie, if the topic of work came up.
We do pretty much the same thing with all the friends we meet. Even if it was a long time ago (which for me, is only actually 6 months), and it seems to be behind you now, acknowledging it will remove any anxiety if the topic in question is raised in conversation.
So yeah.. in my experience, any thought which goes along the lines of "what good will it do to admit this" or "surely God doesn't really mind" usually doesn't lead to anything good.
Anyway.. I hope this is slightly useful. The doubt thing is starting to kick in now, so I'd better just send this PM ^^ heh
God Bless,
-Dan"
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GinnyLyn wrote on 12-03-2002 03:29 PM:
I do need to get it out...and I'm trying. I just don't want to make it some overdramatic experience, and screw myself up worse than I already am. ^^;
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I know exactly what you mean.. I'm in a similar situation (but I can safely say that the secret is way different- judging by the limited amount I know), and I'm trying to stay well away from trying to plan things out, in some dramatic way. I'm all for spontaneity all the way. I find that I can let God guide me more easily when I don't have time to think about it.. mostly because if I think about it, then I invite the Devil into the whole planning process. So yeah. I think I know what you mean, anyway ^^"
Thankies, Dan. You're definitely helping. :)
12/03/2002 03:30:00 PM
Blogger's acting fuuuuuunky...>.<
Heh, I don't normally read horoscopes, and I NEVER take stock in them, but, for some odd reason this morning, I read Shaun's:
"Confidential items need discreet handling, or you'll end up with a foot in it. Maybe the truth should come out into the open, but is it really up to you to know when? Make a big decision."
Pfft, whatever--mine talking about my kids (?!?) again. I don't HAVE kids!
12/03/2002 09:25:00 AM
Dear God(, I'm praying today for...)
Sara.
12/03/2002 09:20:00 AM
12.02.2002
Random thoughts
Waiting for everyone else to update their Blogs. Beh...I'm bored. I'm going to stay home from school, too, so I can catch up on my homework. >.<
At least I got some welcome sleep finally last night. The dream was actually really nice...I just don't remember much...but it had something to do with a video game...I think?
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Against such things there is no law." (Gal. 5:22-23)
"God is love." (1 John 4:16)
"[What remains] is faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love." (can't find it...^^)
I dunno why I just put those there...but I like those verses. I pray that these verses may be able to help someone.
Secrets
I know it's not right to keep secrets in...they hurt me and they hurt others for me not telling them. I keep saying that I've kept this one for 12 years, and I'm used to it.
No...I'm not.
I haven't thought about this awful secret in several years. Scratch that-several months. The person that caused it died, and I remembered the secret at the funeral. I should have mentally tossed the secret down into the freshly dug earth...
And now, more than ever, it weighs on my mind. It seems like it was only last week that it happened now. I shudder, and feel sick at heart when I think about this secret...the one I never told to anyone.
Mom doesn't know...she'd accuse me of dreadful things and disown me.
Sara doesn't know...I must stay happy for her.
Shaun doesn't know...it'd change his view of me.
Flora doesn't know....but she wants to so badly.
The person who caused it did...but is dead.
God knows...and I think He's trying to tell me something...but I am hesitant to tell. What good would it do now, 12 years after the fact?
Ya know, it's funny, but ever since I met Shaun and Flora, there's been more change in me than there has been since May. It's not easy for me to open up, and I use that excuse to not share. I know I should...to someone, somehow.
God, lead me in Your path...show me to whom You would have me share the secret. I've been carrying it for so very long...
Father, grant that Your love cover me, and keep me strong when I finally do share it...for it will not be an easy day.
12/02/2002 04:10:00 PM
12.01.2002
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/ccross/mid12.mid
It nearly came out tonight...that meaning behind my nightmare Thursday. Why can I not let go? Why won't my subconscious let it go? I can't tell...I want to...but I can't...I've never told anyone in 12 years...not even my own mother. Not that she'd believe me. She'd accuse me of lying and worse.
...oh Father, please help me...
12/01/2002 11:38:00 PM
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