some quotes

I can never claim that my job is boring!


Child:"I don't like seals! They are scary! They are dangerous! They bite!"
Me: uh, OK. Did one bite you once?
child: No. But they will bite you if you fall at the zoo.

A different kid: Did you take a shower today?
Me: uh, yeah...
kid: oh. I was just wondering.
Me: uh, yeah... why? Do I smell like I took a shower today? (holds breath to wait for the answer)
Kid: Yeah, I guess.
Kid's Teacher: (rolling eyes) Ugh, she got to take a shower this morning and that is all she has talked about all day.
Me: whew... I thought I was really stinking...

(overheard from the classroom near my closet)
child #1: You saw your mom naked yesterday.
Child #2: Nuh, uh... not yesterday!
Me: (thinking to myself) WTF???

Hold On

"Be careful with this treadmill... you might want to hold on. I was running on it last time and it just suddenly stopped. You really might want to hold on."

I admit it. I hadn't exactly been to the gym in a while. Busy schedule, you might say. You know your life is crazy when you don't get home till 8 pm every night.
So when I noticed a clearing in my schedule, I took it. I couldn't wait to work out. Strangely enough, once I get motivated and get my happy self there, I love working out. I love to put on the headphones, turn on my ipod and run. I can drift and think about nothing, or rehash the day if I need to. It was my time to just veg, or think, or whatever I needed to do.

I had already run a mile and a half when she came up to the treadmill right next to me. I was lost in my world. I didn't even know it when she first started talking to me. I had to pull off the headphones quickly and say, "Excuse me? Are you talking to me?"
And there it was... the warning. "Careful with this treadmill... you might want to hold on. It stops suddenly. It did it to me the other day and I nearly hit my head on the bar. Watch out!"
Uh, ok.
thanks.

So the whole rest of the run I wondered, second-guessed, worried. Would the treadmill stop at a moment's notice? Would I need to hold on? Why hadn't this happened before? Would I have rather not known?

Sometimes there are things that happen, things people say or do, some things that really hurt... those things I would have just rather not known. I would have rather have been running my run, singing my songs, and enjoying life. But now I have to hold on for dear life to the bar and hope beyond hope that nothing will happen to me, or people I love.

8 YEARS...

8 years ago today, we were in Vegas.
Merlin was our minister and the world was pretty easy.
We were playing the nickle slots and getting hassled on the streets to come in and play.

8 years ago today, we were dancing and playing and acting like newlyweds.
Sometimes things change, but the acting like newlyweds part...
that pretty much stays the same.

8 years ago today, we didn't know what sorts of things we would face.
We just knew that we would face them together.
We knew we were a team. We still are.

8 years ago today, my dad made a speech and said that I couldn't have found anyone better.
He meant it then and he means it still today.
So do I.

8 years ago today, we became husband and wife.
Every day since, I have thanked God for you.
Every single day.

Smiles

I like to hear you smile. It brightens my day. I like it when you sound happy, when you tell me good news. I like it when, after a hard few days, you can report good news. I like it when life is going your way. It is about time!!! You deserve it and I love you.

Howdy Folks....

I know it has been FOREVER since I have posted anything new. I know, I know. I hear about it a LOT! I have been busy and I have had very little to say, honestly. I mean, busy... work, church, school, blabbity blah blah.
But since the State Fair of Texas started this weekend, I thought I would write something..... here goes...


Growing up in El Paso, I never heard about the State Fair. We lived almost in New Mexico. What did we know about the fair? So when I moved to the Dallas area, I was SHOCKED to find that not only did the fair happen, but kids actually got to take a day off from school to go to the fair. How nutty is that?
Now, the rest of the world calls it Columbus Day, but we call it Fair Day. Every kid in the school and every teacher as well, gets a ticket and everyone has an entire day to spend at the fair.

I have been to the fair several times, played the games, been afraid of the makeshift roller coaster rides, noticed the carnies. I have done lots of people watching, eaten a deep fried snickers bar, been greeted by Big Tex, ate a famous Fletcher's Corny Dog (ew mustard makes it manageable). I even got to watch my friend LT tear apart a large turkey leg as if he was a lion gnawing on his fresh kill. I have admired the cars and been through the Bonnie and Clyde museum. Been there, done that. This year, Marilyn Monroe will be made entirely out of butter. It was Elvis last year. Some card stacker will even be there. OOOOHHHH AAAAHHH.... Yeah, we aren't going this year.

I have to say, the first few times, the fair impressed me. It was awesome. My favorite part, I have to say, every time we go, has to be the pavilion that is full of the newest little gadgety things...the things that someone invented in his basement and I should have thought of, the things that people pay big bucks for and really require a sales person there with you to really seal the deal. I love love love those sorts of things.
I love being able to be the first on my block to own a genuine blabbity blah, that has 5 (count them! 5!!!) very fun uses! I love getting to show off the cool new thing. It is the best.

So that is why I love Canton so much.

yeah, you find your regular artsy craftsy crap at Canton. Everyone and their mother already must have a million pieces of wood with some sort of scripture written on it by now. Every little girl in East Texas must have at least one bulletin board with their name on it and a boa around it. Yards are certainly all decked out by now in any sort of pumpkin shaped piece of wood you can put into the yard, adorned with all the names of the children on each pumpkin.
Yawn.

But, my eyes are always open. I never lose hope.
My friend G and I are always on the hunt for the latest and greatest. We will endure the 10 minute presentation from the drunk man about how useful the metal pole will be for flower pots and don't we want to buy 4. We will listen to the lady talk about how to make fancy schmancy sandwiches, if we even think it is possible that this thing will be the latest and greatest thing around.
And friends, we have found ourselves a winner!!! Ding, Ding, Ding!
A genuine winner in the "man I wish I would have invented that!" category.

But alas, I can't reveal what it is yet... cause my mom is reading and I bought her one and it would totally ruin the surprise...

OK, if you want to know what it is and you AREN'T my mom... click HERE.

Cool isn't it???
I know!
I own one, or two...
And I didn't have to suffer through a corny dog to get it! Amazing huh?

And then it was over....

You know how some sitcoms do it? They decide most gallantly, that they will end before their time? So that their fans can savor and remember, and miss the show?
That's what Thursday was for me.
You can tell we were both thinking it. Today was the day I would leave. Our visit was over. It was a bittersweet ending. I hated leaving and wanted it to keep going, but I knew I had to get back to my life, my home, my family, and my cat who was missing me like crazy.
As we walked to breakfast, I realized that we were both a little sad and really quiet.
Hugh finally said the words first, "I can't believe you are leaving today".
"Yeah, Me neither!" I said, and I totally meant it. The days had gone by too fast. I wanted a few more days of fun. I wanted more days of play and singing and dancing and nighttime talks. I wanted more time to know and love Hugh.
And breakfast came and went and it was over. I was off to the airport and he was off to his apartment cause he was feeling really crappy that day. And it was done.
I smiled as I got in the taxi, but part of me was so sad I could feel it in my bones. My heart was hurting. How much does it suck to have your BFFI live hundreds of miles away?

A month ago tomorrow, I was in Hollywood California. I was playing and singing and talking but most of all, I was changing my life and my attitudes forever. I will never be the same. It is that simple, yet so complex at the same time.

Thanks God, for Hugh. Thanks for taking care of him and for constantly giving him hope. Thanks for letting me spend a little time in his world. Thanks for his friendship. Thanks for making him my partner in crime. Thanks for teaching me lessons I would have never learned before. And thanks for the hope of another visit, or maybe several. :)
Till then, thanks for the phone and email...and for love. That is the coolest thing in the world. :)

Wednesday in California

Wednesday was all about the shoes. I pulled them out of my suitcase, as I got ready for breakfast.
“Those are tiny! How am I supposed to draw on those?” Hugh said.
“Ugh, with markers...duh! I am sorry they aren’t billboards like yours” I replied. We have the sort of relationship in which we can say that stuff to each other without hurting feelings.
And so we thought and though about my nice, clean, white new Converse that were now walking, almost skipping, to the breakfast place.
We sat down in our regular booth and got ready to order “the usual”… I had only been there two days and I had a “usual”. How boring am I?
“OH! Monkeys! Robot monkeys!” Hugh said as we got our drinks.
“Huh? What? Oh, yeah, the shoes. Sorry.” I guess I had been watching David Spade flirt with the waitress and had forgotten….plus the whole ADD thing.
We talked about angels, maybe some robot monkeys, some devils, some wings, but we finally decided on my trip to California. Who needs a scrap book when you can have shoes that represent the same thing? No one sees scrapbooks often. EVERYONE will see my shoes!!!
So as soon as we walked in the apartment, Hugh got to work on my shoes. First he sketched the airplane ride, then the Hollywood sign. On the other shoe, we decided on cars and the other side, would have the dog park with Polly chasing a butterfly. (I have a thing for butterflies)
So, he sketched and then he put them down and looked at them. He sketched more and more until they were looking like the best shoes I have ever seen in my life.
Then the markers came out and they became a masterpiece.
I love my shoes!!! (Although the dog park could use a bench…*cough*.)

Again, we played, we laughed, we watched Pee Wee’s playhouse, and Hugh tried on all of his hats. He looks sexy in a cowboy hat for sure!
We laughed, we danced, we played, we made CDs and laughed at how 70s his music was/is. OMG! Sooooo 70’s! It was really getting ghetto up in there.

And when we could barely keep our eyes open, we went to sleep, thanking Baby Jesus that we had each other and our friendship…and my new shoes!

sorry...

Hi all. I know I haven't finished the story of my trip. I am crazy busy finishing up my graduate class and getting ready for this teenage camp called Celebration that I will be working at this weekend.
I promise more to come soooooooooon!
:)

My trip... the second day!

There are very few rules when you visit Standing Room Only headquarters so you feel pretty free to be yourself.
Rule #1: Make yourself at home. If you want something, go get it.
(I love this rule because it is so like the way things are at my house)
Rule #2: Don’t gripe about stuff or you will get someone rolling their eyes at you.
Rule #3: Know that Polly is the queen. Act accordingly.
Rule #4: You can wake up early, but don’t wake anyone else up till 9 a.m. (which is 11 a.m. my time!)

So Monday night we finally got to sleep at midnight, which happened to be 2 my time, so I figured I would be able to sleep pretty late the next day. Wrong!!! I woke up at 6 California time and was wide awake. I laid in the bed for what seemed like forever and finally decided to get up, trying very hard to be as quiet as possible. As I worked my way off of the air mattress, I knocked over a few things… sending books flying every which way, and in the process, breaking a beautiful (and very expensive looking) dish. OH crap.
Now I had flooded the bathroom AND broken something in the apartment and my visit hadn’t really started yet. Ugh.

And to top it off, in breaking the dish, I woke Hugh up! I broke rule #4!
It didn’t take long though, for him to go back to sleep and for Polly to come over and hang out with me, making me feel a lot better.
Later that morning, we got ourselves up and around and ready to go to breakfast.

The Breakfast place is conveniently just around the corner from where Hugh lives and is a nice, short walk full of awesome people and things to see. First, we walked past a nursery with the coolest plants I have ever seen. People come and go across the street just to visit the nursery, from what I could tell. Then, there is the newsstand where Hugh gets his paper to do the crosswords. The man and woman there are just darling and they love Hugh and Polly. They give Polly treats and tease Hugh lovingly. They are great. I loved them instantly!

I have to admit that I was a little nervous about the breakfast place. I mean, it IS famous! It IS the hang out of David Spade, but most importantly, it is the place where some of Hugh’s friends are. So I wanted to make a good impression.
Polly led us to our table and sat down in the booth, as if she was ready to order her meal.
The waitress there was lovely. She knew exactly what Hugh wanted and brought it out as soon as she saw him come in.
Polly got a bowl of water and she and I shared a delicious breakfast.
I secretly wished I had a breakfast place down the street from my house too.

OH, and then there was the dog park in the afternoon.
We drove up rolling hills on one of the most beautiful drives I have ever been on.
We sang Leela James songs and danced as we drove, with the windows down and the breeze running through our hair. Well, my hair, at least. Hee hee.

The Dog Park is a huge place, surrounded by a fence with a separate place for little dogs to hang out. There are benches and trees and lots and lots of dogs running around. The people I was hoping to see weren’t there, and we were forced to make small talk with random strangers. Poor poor us.
Finally, the puppies came in the gate and they all ran to Hugh like a kid running to their favorite parent at the end of the day. They love Hugh and they all fight to sit on his lap. He called them over and I was impressed with how well he could remember their names and distinguish one from the other. Pearl, the diva of the group, hopped on Hugh’s lap and growled at him for what seemed like forever. I knew when she hopped on my lap, I would be in trouble, but she didn’t growl at me at all. I guess a diva knows another diva.
Polly sat in the sun and enjoyed her friends from afar…too cool join in the running and playing, but not soo cool to totally keep her distance. It was cute really, the queen and diva, even at the dog park.

The evening was filled with Italian Food and singing and dancing and crazy talks.
We talked and talked and talked and joked and laughed and laughed and laughed.

We called BT and he wondered what kind of trouble we were getting into.
And then, there were the talks in the dark. I love love those talks in the dark, when the world is still and the city begins to sleep.

My trip... the first day!

Hugh and I had joked that we hadn’t actually MET. I mean, we talked every day via email and on the phone every once in a while, but we hadn’t actually officially MET. So my plan was, when I saw him at the airport, I would extend my hand and introduce myself. That was my plan anyway… and then I hopped in the jeep… There was Polly looking at me like “uh, who are you and why are you in my space?” (She is, after all, a big diva) We wrestled with my super heavy suitcase and then Hugh leaned over and gave me a big hug and it was over. Introducing myself was out.
Oh well.
All at once, it hit me like a big old slap in the face. THIS is what I have been waiting for for six solid months. This was what I had looked forward to! THIS was what I had imagined in my head over and over again. It was finally a reality. I was somehow sad. Not that it was happening, not that I was there, but that there was no more anticipation. Do you know what I mean? It is hard to explain. I had to say to myself several times, “hey, you are here!!!”
I think Hugh took this as me freaking out, cause he was very quiet, very slow to make any sort of conversation at first. He pointed out usual Hollywood sights and it slowly became a reality in my head. Slowly I began to realize, “WOW! I am HERE!!! How amazing is this???”
We laughed and we joked and we talked about all of the crazy places I saw and we rolled down the road towards Hugh’s place.

He parks in a parking garage, one with a cool garage door opener for the gate. That was really fun. And he has his own parking space… totally reserved for him.
We didn’t lock the car doors, which I found odd, but whatever.
He lives on the third floor of this cool building with little balconies all peeking out into the street. It is in a fabulous part of town, and surrounded by tall buildings. Totally not what I am used to in texas!
As we walked in, I noticed how freakin’ tall Hugh was! I am short, but he is really really tall. It was cute, really, and I am sure we looked like the total opposite couple, walking into the building together.

For some reason, as soon as we walked in, Polly ran down the hall to the elevator. You know how dogs do when they are running on slick floors? They sort of can’t get their footing for a second and slide instead of run? That is exactly what Polly did. It was cute, since those aren’t really diva like actions.

Hugh’s apartment was not really anything like I expected it to look, but so Hugh at the same time. For some reason, I had created a floor plan of his apartment in my head and it SO didn’t match what was reality. That is ok.
The first thing I saw was a giant picture of a man’s butt… I know, it is art but still… ☺
He loves art, natch and he loves books. He loves hand blown glass vases and jars. Everything in his apartment has a special meaning, a place in his heart. Everything has sentimental value, from the beautiful photographs of his mom and grandmother, to his newly acquired print of a truck. It all has a story for Hugh.
I loved hearing the stories. I soaked up his stories and stared at the pictures and the books and the things in the apartment. So these are important things to Hugh… these are important to my friend. I needed to make them important to me.

I gave him some Texas playing cards (since he only has naked lady playing cards) and we vowed to play some Texas Hold’em as he put them in the “card drawer” in a little table between two wickery chairs.

That evening, Hugh and I talked, we got comfortable, we played, we danced, we ordered dinner, and Hugh talked to BT and got advice for how to deal with me for the rest of my time there. We watched TV and talked and talked and ate Chinese food and Polly just watched me and tried to figure out who this strange person was in her space.

That night, before bed, I decided to shower. I proceeded to flood the entire bathroom! I guess the shower head didn’t like it when I moved it down. It started spraying water out the side…something I didn’t notice till I was almost done with my shower.
Yikes.
Here I was in a strange place, and I had totally flooded the bathroom on my first night there! The roll of toilet paper...drenched! My pajamas were soaked! My clothes that I had just taken off were soaked! Yikes!
I am normally not the most graceful kid there is, but jeeze… the first night! What was to become of me by Thursday???
After drying off, hanging up my wet clothes, and putting on clean dry pajamas, it was time for bed.

Hugh had borrowed an air mattress from a friend of his and had set it up in the living room for me to sleep. It was great!
So as Hugh laid in his bed with Polly, I laid in my bed on the floor, we talked in the dark like a bunch of kids at a slumber party, who’s parents had made them turn the lights out, but who weren’t really willing to quite go to sleep yet.
These (come to find out) were some of my favorite times…when we would lay in the dark and talk.
Somehow it is safer to say the harder/scarier things in the dark...

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ok, I asked Hugh if I could post this on his blog. He nicely let me be a guest blogger... but I wanted to post this here as well. :) I will write more about my visit I promise! If you haven't read it... please read this...


Isn’t that post the sweetest thing? How nice was it of Hugh to say such great things about me?
I have to say what an honor it was to get to visit him. He was kind, understanding, and truly welcoming. I worried that I would get in his space too much, I mean, he does live by himself most of the time. But if I got in his way, he never once let me know it...even though I flooded his bathroom and broke a dish.
Like he mentioned in his post, we danced, we played, we sang crazy songs, we dished on tv stars, and we laughed and laughed and laughed. I don’t remember the last time I laughed that much! And we talked in the middle of the night as we were drifting off to sleep and we told each other secrets we might not have told anyone else before.
I am so happy to call this awesome person my friend.
I think because of my visit, I am more of a Standing Room Only fan. I am president of the club! I am the cheerleader on the side lines. So, let me do my cheerleading/presidential duties and do a little commercial message for Hugh, who would never do it for himself.

I don’t know about you, but I am willing to pay big bucks for my weekly helping of Entertainment Weekly, my local newspaper, or even to get Cable. I don’t mind paying to be entertained.
So friends, if you are at all entertained by Hugh and his writing, if you are carried away by the images he creates with his posts, if you just once laugh at something he writes, please click on the paypal button on his site and donate to SRO. Or, if you don’t have a paypal account, email Hugh or me and we will give you info on how to donate directly. Think of it as joining the fan club!

Go ahead. Join the club! All the cool kids are doing it!

Hula Boola and lots of love!!!
Nikki (Susiederk)

The Visit Begins.... part 3

Although I continually remain the President of the Standing Room Only Fan Club, Hugh and I actually became friends around December. We have continued this relationship ever since. In our emails, we talk about everything. We could talk about church and God and easily segue into bedazzling outfits or the latest LA gossip… without skipping a beat. I mentioned one day, that I wanted him to come visit us in Texas and he, in turn, invited me to LA. Little did he know how serious I would take that invitation (poor poor him). I bought the ticket in January and he and I waited with baited breath till July 10th.
We planned, we joked, we talked on the phone and dreamed of what it would be like.
We even began the countdown… 14 more days, 10 more days… 5 more days… (I was packed by this time) 3 more days… till it was down to hours… and then I was on the plane. Winging my way to a place I had never been, to see a person I had never met. How crazy am I?
All my friends thought I was crazy. Luckily, BT was on board and supportive.

The plane trip was interesting. It began with the drunken LA girls, buying too many mini Texas mugs at the airport gift shop. (Uh, DUH! Everyone knows you need to buy the BIG Texas mugs… Not the little ones.) They used words like “gnarly” and “for sure” and talked a little too loud for their own good. They were super tanned and super into themselves. “OH”, I thought, “am I ready to deal with the LA attitude???”
And then the plane was late and I finally got my luggage, and walked outside… and there they were! Live and in person! The famous Hugh and Polly! Right there in front of me!
All of a sudden, I knew… I was ready to deal with anything!

More to come…

Message From God.. (part two in a series)

At church a month ago, the guest minister asked the congregation if God ever talked to them. I looked around, astonished that no one raised their hand. God talks to me. I believe God talks to everyone. You just have to be still and listen.

God spoke to me in August. I am surprised that I was ready to listen… I was surprised I was ABLE to listen. I guess when God really wants you to Get It he makes it so you can hear.

We were chatting on rlp chat, like regular…nothing new. I was still in awe of Hugh and his way with words. That never changes. But that day, he was just plain old Hugh, the guy I liked to play the jetsons game with (although he totally cheated). He told us of his life and his birthday and we all marked our calendars and got ready for a virtual party. But God had bigger plans. HE talked to me that day. “Get his address,” he said. “Send him a package, everyone loves birthdays. This guy needs a big birthday gift.”

It took me three days to get the nerve to ask Hugh for his actual address. I was after all still the groupie. I was, after all, still the crazed fan in some people’s eyes. But I got my nerve one night and asked. He happily and easily gave it to me. He wasn’t worried. Maybe God talked to him too. I don’t know.
After asking about a million questions, I was ready to gather things for the package. Honestly, I don’t know what I put in that package. I think I knitted some stuff… I think there were some beads, maybe some balloons… it was meant as a party in a box. It was meant to say, “I think you are great, even if you don’t know me.”

He got it three days early and waited till his birthday to open it. He has more will power than I, certainly. I had done what God asked and it was good. It wasn’t about me. It was about Hugh and his birth, and a reminder from God that he is important.

In the Beginning...

I had crappy handwriting. The crappiest, I guess since every one of my elementary school report cards were very "concerned" about my handwriting. I also wasn't a great speller. I can remember the frustration, the near tears, one day when I couldn't spell the word 'church'. Phonetically it didn't look right... I just couldn't get it.
Because of the bad handwriting and spelling challenges, I was considered a terrible writer. Somehow my teachers couldn't get past mechanics to look at the actual story. Papers I wrote were never praised for content just bled red from errors.

Needless to say, I never never considered myself a writer. I spent so much time editing and trying to spell things right, I had lost all of my energy for actual writing. It was just not there.
But I did love me some great writing. I knew great writing when I saw it. I still do.
Someone once told me, "Good writers ride on the backs of better writers. Find writers you love and ride on their backs till you find your way."

Lucky for me, I know some great writers. That is so cool to get to say... I KNOW some great writers. I don't just admire them from afar... I KNOW them. Ginger for instance! If you haven't been reading her stories from Vacation Bible School, you are missing out on greatness.
And then there was RLP. Ginger actually turned me on to RLP and his honest, no bullshit look at church and religion. I can't just name one favorite story by Gordon Atkinson... I would have to name 5, or 10, or 100!!
And then RLP read this crappy catalog and decided he would quit preaching and go visit Hugh.
And I discovered the world of the Hughman.
How amazing is his writing? He totally looks at world in his own way. Right then and there, I discovered a kindred spirit! He wrote things I thought! I didn't just like Hugh's writing, I adored it. I soaked up every word, like a little kid learning how to play with a new toy.
Hugh's writing spoke to me... It blessed me. It made me laugh. And I love love to laugh.

Last summer, RLP changed his site and created a chat room. The chat reminded me of the after college days when The Circle of Friends and I were scattered to the four corners and we would try to meet and chat to catch up on each other’s lives.
And one day, it happened. THE Hugh Elliott stopped by to chat.
I was floored! It couldn't have been cooler if a movie star had popped in to chat.
THE Hugh Elliott, writer extraordinaire was there, talking to ME. Wow. I was overwhelmed.
I was beside myself. I was the groupie! I was the star struck girl... wanna be writer. Here in my midst was Hugh!

And that was just the beginning, as they say, of a beautiful friendship together...

Part two coming up. :)

California Dreamin...

"Everybody's got a dream... what's your dream?" -Pretty Woman.

I am headed to Hollywood, California tomorrow!
More on that later!!!
Till then...
What's your dream?

Super Powers...

In a session I was in recently, I was asked to introduce myself with my name, where I attend church, and what super power I would like to have if I were a superhero.
OY where is my mom when I need her?
My mom loves the superheros. She totally digs any sort of movie where someone has superpowers! X-men? yep... Superman/Spiderman... yep.
She loves them all. She even saw that crappy one with the kids in high school who's parents are super heroes. Yep. She loves her some Super Power stuff.
So maybe I should ask her that question. She might have already thought about it...

Six Flags of Texas is really in full swing and advertising is all over the place lately. I love how they are bringing back the Superhero into full focus. They have the Superman ride...The Batman... I have noticed though that in all their ads, they show Wonder Woman, but there is no NO ride for Wonder Woman! A disgrace!
There needs to be a Wonder Woman ride!!! For sure!
I can remember being 8 or so and walking around in my Wonder Woman Underoos. I WAS Wonder Woman. You can count on that.
I was fighting crimes, warding off bullets with my iron arm bands. I was a crime fighting machine!

So if I were given super powers, would they be the powers of Wonder Woman? uh, no. Would I like to have Jedi mind powers? hmm... maybe. Would I like to fly? Somehow flying seems a little overrated. How about shape shifting? hmmm... sounds like it could be fun. But then what if you shape shifted into like a bar of soap and then couldn't get back?!!! Yikes.
Actually, the real truth is, I would like to totally heal sick people... not in a "duh, doctors do that!" sort of way. Like in a, "let me touch you and make you instantly better" kind of way. I would be a superhero fighting the villain called AIDS and Cancer! Pow! WAM! I would get rid of those bad boys in one single swoop! No doubt! I would then move on to people who are sick or hurting emotionally. Feel like hurting yourself? Bam... you don't feel that way anymore. Is that a Super Power Really?

And what actually defines a super power?

I think God has given us a super power already. We don't need a cape or a corny costume. We live it every day... Our power is one to make people feel great, or really crappy. I have seen lately, some people use that power for extreme good, and I have seen people use that power for evil. I have to think... really reflect... how do I use MY super power?

How do you use yours???

Someone told me recently that they noticed I was "really good at internet relationships". What exactly should I take from that?
Was that a back handed compliment?

I do admit that had it not been for the internet, it would have been harder to find BT. I do admit to starting my sentences with "well, there is this chat room" more than once or twice, when trying to explain my friendship with someone.
I do admit to sending email to people I haven't ever actually physically met.
I do admit that I will be sitting in the airport on Monday looking for someone I have only seen in pictures.
Does that make me crazy? Really good at internet relationships? Who knows.

Does that make me crappy at real life relationships?
Is it a one or the other type of deal?
Can you have/do both?
I would like to think so.
So, could we turn that around and say that I am pretty good at relationships, especially of the internet variety?

One More Girl...

I took off my iron smile
Because I found it weighed me down
Tomorrow when the world wakes up
I'll be in another town
You don't know what you want
But at this moment it could be me
You move your hand across my knee
Turn me in to some novelty
I guess I'm
One more girl on the stage
Just one more ass that got
Stuffed in some jeans
And it's one more day that you
Don't find true love
Because you don't know
What it means
Did you ever take the time to
Think about who I might be
Where I've been, what I'm thinking
Who I loved, what I've seen
Yeah, yeah
I'm one more car out
On the road that
You might pass on your way home
Someone's sister, someone's wife or
Just some bitch who's probably
Got no life yes I'm
One more girl on the stage
Just one more ass that got
Stuffed in some jeans
And it's one more day that you
Don't find true love
Because you don't know
What it means
One day we'll be a pile of ashes
For the rest of time it passes
So take your hand off my knee
Do you know what it means to be
One more girl on the stage
Just one more ass that got
Stuffed in some jeans
And it's one more day that you
Don't find true love
Because you don't know
What it means


Because I have just discovered how much I love this new Wreckers Album
Because their voices are like angels.
Because I have some friends, teenage or otherwise who are dealing with feeling unimportant.
Because sometimes I feel like just one more ass that got stuffed in some jeans.

Google Rocks!

Someone today did a google search for "kissed my cat, fever blister" and they found my site.
ewww.
If you are making out with your cat, you deserve to have a fever blister.
i am just saying...

In the Closet

I was doing a little cleaning today... Just a little late spring cleaning.
Better late than never, they say.

Here is what I found:
*My driver's license from before I was married.
*My library card from the town I grew up in. Did I ever go there?
*Lots of change from 4 different wallets.
*old shoe strings... (why did I keep old shoe strings?)
*7 book bags.
*an envelope with a stiff new 20 dollar bill. (where did that come from? Was it intended for someone???)
*black socks I have been looking for...
*a recipe for Smores...
A great quote that I liked so much, I wrote down... and then lost.

"No man or woman of the humblest sort can really be strong, gentle, pure, and good without the world being better for it, without somebody being helped and comforted by the existence of that goodness."

Any clue where that quote came from? I guess I could google it.
I like it.
:)

So, what is in your closet that surprises you?