Russell Westbrook | Squirtle
If you know me, I love spoilers. No, not spoiled food or anything like that.. but spoilers for books, movies, shows, surprises.. anything!!
For books, after I have read the first few pages, I sneak my way to the end of the book and read the last 2 pages. Then I go back to where I left off and continue reading everything else.
For movies, I love it when I hear friends talking about exciting scenes or their favorite parts of the movie.. or heck even give away the ending! I’ll still want to watch the movie and experience it myself.
It’s okay if I know. I still get that thrill of the chase from beginning to end that completes all the jumbled parts I may already know about.
Whenever I saw you, you were always so happy to see me.. to see all of us. I hear your voice and your raspy laughter. The voice that always had so much joy when calling my name over to you. It’s been many years, but I still feel your hand grabbing mine so we could stand close together.
I remember when you would play the piano with those hands. No music sheets, no lyrics before you, everything was done by heart. You loved to sing songs and sang with your entire being. You sang happy birthday to me, the version that ended by saying I smelled & looked like a monkey and we would laugh. Even in these past few years when all you could do was rest in bed, when you heard “Jesus loves the little children..” I saw your face change and mouth move even though no sound was coming out. I knew you were singing with the joy that God put in your heart.
Your enormous heart. The heart that loved us unconditionally and the heart that loved God entirely. You were constantly in prayer, and that was your answer to everything. You prayed on your knees, so passionately that tears would come out. Dad told me that when they were sick, you would just pray for healing, and that was their medicine. You said each and every one of their names in your prayers, knowing that He heard them all. Dad told me your knees went bad as you got older because of all the praying you did. I need to be more like you.
You loved with joy. You lived with joy. Everything was in Joy. That was you, pure Joy. We are apart now, but I feel your peace and joy in knowing that we will see each other again. And I know you and I are both thanking God for that.
When I know I’m making a drive to an unfamiliar place, I ask my buddy Magellan to come along. Magellan helps tell me the ‘fastest’ route to a place and the estimated time it will take for me to get there. Oh no you didn’t. I refuse to lose to the estimated time Magellan predicts. Not only do I not want to lose, I just don’t feel completely comfortable with something TELLING me how long it will take me to get somewhere.
YOU DON’T KNOW ME.
If I have somewhere far to be, I always try to beat Magellan. I usually win. Yessssss.
Yesterday was November 11, 2011.. translated into (11/11/11).. and everyone was getting all crazy about making a wish on 11/11/11 at 11:11 am/pm. I, myself, missed all opportunities to make a wish at either 11:11 or 1:11. Darn.
but it reminded me of a sort of tradition where I always try to make it wish. That is under the tunnels on the 110 North-bound freeway approaching Pasadena. You’re supposed to make a wish while holding your breath driving through all four tunnels. It can get tricky though.. especially when there are a lot of cars who aren’t driving very quickly! It’s about a 30-second hold, but if you’re dying to make a wish, this would be one of my choices to go.
I challenge you to do it!
Things I thought about yesterday:
1. I really like the way a piece of paper feels after it has been written on. Not when it has been written on a hard surface.. when it has been written on in a notebook. Then the writing really gets imprinted into the paper. Probably not all people write like that though. I think I push down really hard and so all my notebooks are like that.. and it feels good to just touch the paper after I’ve written on it. *shrugs*
2. It’s so interesting how warm a vest can keep a person, despite not having any sleeves. I don’t think people give vests enough credit. Well, except for when guys wear them with suits. That looks really nice ;).. but that’s besides the point. My puffy vest gets stowed away until winter approaches. As I wear it now, my arms are free to move as they please all while my body is quite warm and toasty.
I am pleased :)
I used to hate rainy days. Cold, wet, freezing, wet clothes, more cold.. but now I enjoy them!! I enjoy them a lot.. except there’s one thing that always angers me. I am angry at the fact that it is so difficult to get in and out of a car while holding an umbrella, WITHOUT getting wet. Is it that difficult to open the car door, stick the umbrella out and open it without the inside of your door getting wet, or yourself getting poured on?? Is it that difficult to get into your car, close your umbrella and bring it inside all without getting wet?
The answer to these two very terribly worded questions is YES. IT IS THAT DIFFICULT. Someone teach me. Or should I just hire someone to open and close my doors while holding an umbrella above my head?
I vote yes.
Whenever I order something online, I like tracking my packages.. seeing where they depart from, what states it stops in overnight. My package is somewhere in Pasadena. It was out for delivery from FedEx Pasadena this morning at 8:20AM, yet it has not arrived at my house yet (it is now 4:13PM) . I wonder if my package has made friends, or if it slept well in the truck. Come home to me! Also, my iPhone 4S is nowhere to be found. It has been on back order since before the release.
I hope you’re okay! Just know I’m at home waiting for you with open arms!
Sneezing is one of the best feelings I’ve experienced. That goes along with the feeling of finally being able to pee after holding it in for a long time and also when it’s cold outside but you get into your car that has captured the heat from the day. Those are pretty up there too. But back to sneezing.. so great when you know it’s coming, and even though you know it’s coming and how it feels, it’s great when you finally sneeze it out. Although sneezing without covering your mouth is terrible, still awesome. It sucks when you think it’s coming, and then someone says something to make it go away. I’d rather just let it out! I once sneezed and coughed at the same time.
Moral of the story: Get a flu shot
One thing I’ve always wanted in life, is to be able to open my own restaurant. My mom has tried over and over to steer me away from this path, but I want it. I know it will be hard work and long hours and whatever other stress comes with it, but I want it. It doesn’t have to be fancy. Just somewhere with really tasty food at a great price. Not a huge menu, just a small sized one where the next dish is just as delicious and flavorful as the next. A place with friendly service like they have at Chick-fil-A. The kind of hidden jewel that you want to bring your friends there ASAP because you’ve discovered this awesome place. Dishes that people think about when they go home and have cravings for where they must come back just to get it because it’s not the same anywhere else.
Yeah.. I want that. :)
(darn you fotolia stampmark thing!)
The first thing my parents do when we see a spider on the wall or an ant trail is to grab the vacuum.
The first thing I do is call my mom over to kill the spider.. or effortlessly put an end to the queen ant’s scheme.
My question is.. when a person vacuums up the ants or spider, do they die? Let me rephrase.. once a bug enters into the vacuum bag after being sucked up, does it die? Or does it continue to live in the bag until 1. it escapes or 2. dies?
I wonder if anteaters really make sounds like “zot zot”
Those are blood cells. Be more specific? Those are erythrocytes aka red blood cells (RBCs). I just had my 3rd bloody nose this week. I don’t know if these occurrences can count as a “bloody nose”. It’s usually just blood coming out of one nostril.. so does it count? I think I’ve had more bloody nostrils this year than I’ve ever had in my entire life. I’ve come to the realization that I’ve lost a lot of blood this year. I have my womanly time of the month (that’s 9 this year so far), my bloody nostrils, and I also try to be a good citizen and donate my blood. My blood type is O-positive. One blood Rh type away from having pure liquid gold flowing through my body.
I wonder what would happen if The Red Cross were to read this post. They would probably be going crazy over all this free blood that I’ve soaked up into a kleenex and just thrown into my trashcan. hahahahahahaha
I think I’ve donated blood to The Red Cross about 10 times since I’ve been able to do so. let’s see..
10 x 1 pint of blood = 10 pints of blood
2 pints = 1 quart … 10 pints = 5 quarts
4 quarts = 1 gallon … 5 quarts = 1.25 gallons
WOW I’VE DONATED ABOUT 1.25 GALLONS OF BLOOD!
that’s almost 10 pounds of blood. :o
I hope you’re happy, Red Cross. >:[