1991
I am the baby. Matthew is the only boy (as usual).
Sara's on top left and Becky is top right.
The right half of this picture is the only good looking half.
Sort of.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
wanna see something funny?
1991
I am the baby. Matthew is the only boy (as usual).
Sara's on top left and Becky is top right.
The right half of this picture is the only good looking half.
Sort of.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
getting restless
I like driving. It's not so much about pressing down on pedals. It's not about turning the steering wheel. It's definitely not about having to parallel park in front of my house every day. It's less of the fundamentals of driving. Maybe.
I like looking out the window and seeing the grass and trees fly by - I guess the snow's not so bad, But something about seeing the bright green outside leads to a happier disposition. Knowing that seeing the outside fly past me equals me going someplace.
I like people. Mostly. Rewrite: I like the people I like. Pushy, demanding, bossy, and obviously attention whoring don't bode well with me. I like the more subtle attention whores though.** Probably because I try to do the subtle ones too. I've used all the tv shows and bad movies I've seen in my life to trace it back to my childhood. Being in a large family means there were plenty of siblings before me to set my parents expectations. Meeting them is the minimum, so no extra attention is given when I did well in school or came home with a nice art project. I'm sure if Matt reads this, he'll beg to differ since I'm sure he believes I got more attention than him, but still- it's never enough, everyone likes attention (see previous super-long entry). But still, I don't hold it against them. I understand them, so why should I hold it against them? It's logical.
I like my family. I love my family. I have a lot to be thankful for when it comes to them, God's been pretty swell to me. Despite the bickering/ridiculous disagreements/seemingly unreasonable curfews, I have two parents who love each other, and had five kids who they love just as much. Sara and Becky live thousands of miles away so I don't talk to them too much, but Sara's always been great to talk to and Becky's always been great to have fun with (I'm accentuating their strengths here, Sara's also great to have fun with, and I love talking to Becky, too). Matt's a doofus, but when we're together it's like this craziness gets unleashed and we just have a really great time together (other people definitely find it weird. I think Nathan witnessed it last year when I would go over to their room some nights). And Grace… I have never seen such a balance of frustration and joy in my life until when it comes to her. She's really the best thing that ever happened to our family. But still, for the past 3 weeks, I've been home and haven't been anywhere out of the ordinary. I've been to the beach, to Bible Study, over friends' houses, but still, I haven't gone anywhere.
I like going places. I hate being stuck in the same place for such a long time. Being around great people helps, but it's only so long that they can stave off the oncoming restlessness. I like to get out and go somewhere. It's not always even the destination that's the high point.
I like traveling. Especially with other people…who like to travel. Even just one other person is good. Fill the rest of the car with other travel-hating companions, and I'll still be good - mostly just because I can laugh off my frustrations most of the time (a gift I am very thankful to have). Times when I cannot laugh off my frustrations? When there is no one there to laugh to. Being in that car, going somewhere, is essentially going towards a common goal, and - I don't remember where I heard it, maybe at Basileia or maybe some random tweet that I read - working towards a common goal is what brings a group of people together. Traveling brings you closer to those you travel with. Even if you're driving alone, doesn't it give you more time to bring yourself closer to your real self? And if you designate your travel time to spending time with God, doesn't it also bring you closer to Him?
I like being able to spend good time with people. So if you're in a car with me and we're coming home from a trip, you'll notice I'll stop talking as much, or my voice'll get a little lower. I hate coming home from things. It means that quality time you've been having with your travel companions has come to an end and you have to go back to your real lives. Your real lives where you have other people to talk about serious things with, and your former companions now have other people to talk to and hang out with. It's always disappointing for me to return home. But if we were to prolong our time together, bad things would happen. We would eventually become aware of the little things that we each do that get on each others' nerves. And then our relationships would suffer, because I can pretend I like a person like nobody's business (don't get self-conscious, chances are I like you). So that disappointment in returning, eventually pays off to what could've been.
I like understanding things.
I like knowing why it's okay to be disappointed and why I should accept it.
I like working out crazy complex explanations for little things that I like or like to do, because it makes me appreciate them more. There is a long explanation for why I think Tuesday is the best day for me to have Small Group. There is another long explanation for why I like to help people. And there is a long explanation for why cars are the best. Planes are for sleeping, because the little that you can see through your window (if you have a window) is too little for you to comprehend how much traveling you're actually doing. Trains are somewhere between planes and cars, but still inferior. Minivans are aight, too, but for traveling, cars prove superior. I won't go through all of the reasons, but you can hear and see everybody else in a car. It seats just the right amount of people for a good adventure. And most of all?
I like driving.
**It's the difference between fishing for compliments on your new shoes by saying, "Oh yeah, I went to Macy's yesterday and got some really nice shoes on such a good sale. I'm actually wearing one of the pairs today." and saying, "Oh wow, I really like your shoes, are they new?" This second method brings the person you're talking to, to thank you for your compliment and then look for whatever they can find about you to compliment you on so they don't feel bad about not returning the compliment. It's an art really, and I've grown to appreciate the good ones.
I like looking out the window and seeing the grass and trees fly by - I guess the snow's not so bad, But something about seeing the bright green outside leads to a happier disposition. Knowing that seeing the outside fly past me equals me going someplace.
I like people. Mostly. Rewrite: I like the people I like. Pushy, demanding, bossy, and obviously attention whoring don't bode well with me. I like the more subtle attention whores though.** Probably because I try to do the subtle ones too. I've used all the tv shows and bad movies I've seen in my life to trace it back to my childhood. Being in a large family means there were plenty of siblings before me to set my parents expectations. Meeting them is the minimum, so no extra attention is given when I did well in school or came home with a nice art project. I'm sure if Matt reads this, he'll beg to differ since I'm sure he believes I got more attention than him, but still- it's never enough, everyone likes attention (see previous super-long entry). But still, I don't hold it against them. I understand them, so why should I hold it against them? It's logical.
I like my family. I love my family. I have a lot to be thankful for when it comes to them, God's been pretty swell to me. Despite the bickering/ridiculous disagreements/seemingly unreasonable curfews, I have two parents who love each other, and had five kids who they love just as much. Sara and Becky live thousands of miles away so I don't talk to them too much, but Sara's always been great to talk to and Becky's always been great to have fun with (I'm accentuating their strengths here, Sara's also great to have fun with, and I love talking to Becky, too). Matt's a doofus, but when we're together it's like this craziness gets unleashed and we just have a really great time together (other people definitely find it weird. I think Nathan witnessed it last year when I would go over to their room some nights). And Grace… I have never seen such a balance of frustration and joy in my life until when it comes to her. She's really the best thing that ever happened to our family. But still, for the past 3 weeks, I've been home and haven't been anywhere out of the ordinary. I've been to the beach, to Bible Study, over friends' houses, but still, I haven't gone anywhere.
I like going places. I hate being stuck in the same place for such a long time. Being around great people helps, but it's only so long that they can stave off the oncoming restlessness. I like to get out and go somewhere. It's not always even the destination that's the high point.
I like traveling. Especially with other people…who like to travel. Even just one other person is good. Fill the rest of the car with other travel-hating companions, and I'll still be good - mostly just because I can laugh off my frustrations most of the time (a gift I am very thankful to have). Times when I cannot laugh off my frustrations? When there is no one there to laugh to. Being in that car, going somewhere, is essentially going towards a common goal, and - I don't remember where I heard it, maybe at Basileia or maybe some random tweet that I read - working towards a common goal is what brings a group of people together. Traveling brings you closer to those you travel with. Even if you're driving alone, doesn't it give you more time to bring yourself closer to your real self? And if you designate your travel time to spending time with God, doesn't it also bring you closer to Him?
I like being able to spend good time with people. So if you're in a car with me and we're coming home from a trip, you'll notice I'll stop talking as much, or my voice'll get a little lower. I hate coming home from things. It means that quality time you've been having with your travel companions has come to an end and you have to go back to your real lives. Your real lives where you have other people to talk about serious things with, and your former companions now have other people to talk to and hang out with. It's always disappointing for me to return home. But if we were to prolong our time together, bad things would happen. We would eventually become aware of the little things that we each do that get on each others' nerves. And then our relationships would suffer, because I can pretend I like a person like nobody's business (don't get self-conscious, chances are I like you). So that disappointment in returning, eventually pays off to what could've been.
I like understanding things.
I like knowing why it's okay to be disappointed and why I should accept it.
I like working out crazy complex explanations for little things that I like or like to do, because it makes me appreciate them more. There is a long explanation for why I think Tuesday is the best day for me to have Small Group. There is another long explanation for why I like to help people. And there is a long explanation for why cars are the best. Planes are for sleeping, because the little that you can see through your window (if you have a window) is too little for you to comprehend how much traveling you're actually doing. Trains are somewhere between planes and cars, but still inferior. Minivans are aight, too, but for traveling, cars prove superior. I won't go through all of the reasons, but you can hear and see everybody else in a car. It seats just the right amount of people for a good adventure. And most of all?
I like driving.
**It's the difference between fishing for compliments on your new shoes by saying, "Oh yeah, I went to Macy's yesterday and got some really nice shoes on such a good sale. I'm actually wearing one of the pairs today." and saying, "Oh wow, I really like your shoes, are they new?" This second method brings the person you're talking to, to thank you for your compliment and then look for whatever they can find about you to compliment you on so they don't feel bad about not returning the compliment. It's an art really, and I've grown to appreciate the good ones.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
chacha
So, around two weeks ago I realized that all the places I applied to for a job weren't going to call me back - rightly so, I wasn't all that hopeful to begin with. So I decided to start working for ChaCha, and when you work for ChaCha you answer the questions that people text to ChaCha (obvs). Sometimes they're easy and straightforward and sometimes they're just unintelligible and/or funny. Some examples of the latter:
- How do you butty pop? (read: "booty pop")
- Is justin beaver bi?
- How r u supposed to hav sex…cuz I think i did it rong
- billy bob jo jo fill king of the hill will da 3rd
- How big are your breasts?
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