Tuesday, August 15, 2006

good medicine

enjoying a moment after riding my favorite disneyland ride of all time called "it's a small world". when we rode this ride as kids my dad used to scoop up his big hands full of water and splash us incessantly. (what you may not know is this has to be the s- l- o- w- e- s- t ride in all of disneyland with one repeating song track for the entirety of the ride and you're NEVER supposed to put your hands in the water.) i pretty much love this ride because it's absolutely against the computer crazed culture we're experiencing now. and it makes me laugh and it makes me cry all mixed up together as i remember being so enthralled by the ride as a child. (and i had a dad who would splash me when it was against the rules.)

back to the picture: it was taken the last weekend of june. (for those of you who don't know -- i'm on the left and my sister, mary, is on the right.) i hope every woman takes the opportunity to be a princess whenever it is presented to them. you're never too old to enjoy a good tiara moment.

"A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. " Proverbs 17:22 - (The Bible)

Friday, August 11, 2006

picture test

here's my first try at uploading pictures.
these pics are from some sidework i've done to earn a little extra $$ (and mostly to help friends out!) this was a little party for a kid's choir after their performance. it was a great success.

i've often dreamed of having my own little event planning business. doesn't that sound like fun?more pics are soon to follow if this all works out well.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

thanks, Mom

In high school, my mother forced me to take a class called "keyboarding" where we sat around each day learning how to type with some quirky qwerty computer program. I remember protesting (loudly) that I didn't want to waste WEEKS of my time in such a "stupid" class. (Yes, I am positive I said it was "stupid".) I remember embarassment for even BEING in that class. And boredom from a dry instructor and finishing lessons without time to go on to the next.
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Today, as I was typing an email to an escrow agent at a title company, my bossed walked by and spoke of his marvel at folks who could type so quickly. It brought me back to my high school protestations and quickly through years of short essays, L O N G term papers, entering the joyful world of email and my side work over the last 5 years proofing documents. . . .back to my present office job ( a humble salaried position),

My mother was wise. I was immature.
Thank a parent today for something they made you do when you were young.