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Living life one dream at a time.

Words of the Wise

"What after all is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean."
-Christopher Fry, The Lady's not for Burning

"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
-Mary Anne Radmacher

"Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more."
-Erica Jong

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the World. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won’t feel unsure around you...We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us; It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Nelson Mandella, 1994 Inaugural Speech

"Until this moment I had believed forgiveness to be a special virtue, a beneficence God expected of good people. But it wasn't that at all. Forgiveness was an instinct, a desperate impulse to stay connected to the people you needed, no matter what their betrayals."
-Monica Wood, My Only Story

"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."
-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them—words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried when you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for the want of a teller but for the want of an understanding ear."
-Stephen King

"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-Neil Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly Ones

"Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine which, being balanced people, they cannot supply."
-Sylvia Ashton-Warner

"What I need is someone who will make me do what I can."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson


"You know, when you crawl that far down into the abyss, you really shouldn't bring stuff back up with you. Some things are meant to live in the dark. Your blog is like one of those fish with no eyes. Only slightly more disturbing."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Never a Dull Moment.

5:47 PM | Posted by Christine | Edit Post
Comic relief has been necessary as of late, don't you think? Just in case you haven't had enough, I'll share mine with you. I've been compensating for the times by being really, really funny, just so you know. I'm sure you won't find that terribly surprising....I'm funny, damn it! (at least that's what I keep telling myself)

  • This morning, as I was driving into South Bend, Indiana, it occurred to me that something smelled really good. As a matter of fact, it smelled downright tasty - like someone was cooking delicious sausage. I looked around to see where the savory aroma could be coming from...and saw it was the hospital. I honked and waved.
  • Our junior high school does special classes on the trimester - A had Home Ec for the first session, and just finished the second, which was music. The teacher's name was Mr. Schmidt. My understanding is that he's an odd gay man in his late 40's who often used phrases like, "You kids know what frosts my cookies?!" Now that they are out of his class, I'm finding out more than I wanted to know. Like..."I am so glad we don't have to go to that piece of Schmidt's class anymore!" or, "Holy Schmidt, that class sucked." I don't know whether to smack him or give him a high five.
  • Yesterday was a bad day at work (not a shock) so I came home and drank a lot of rum (slightly more shocking). As I tried to go to bed around 8:30, A came in to my room in a more-chatty-than-normal mood. For some reason, the night's lecture involved my dear old teddy bear, Herman. "You know, Herman is a koala bear," he said. "Technically speaking koalas aren't bears. They are marsupials." I stared blankly at the boy, having heard this speech repeatedly in the past. "You should also know that Herman is obviously not a girl bear, because he has no pouch. All female marsupials have pouches." It was at this point that my rum kicked in. I replied, "Well, yeah. But he doesn't have any boy parts, either. I think he's technically androgenous." A had the nerve to look shocked, and hold Herman up to my face in a piteous way. "Herman, did you hear that? She just called you a he-she!" I started to laugh. First it was a slow giggle, but it built into hysterical sobs as I choked out the words. "I most certainly did not call him a he-she. I called him a Her-man!" A left.
  • Tonight is the school band concert. A dressed up all nice in his black pants, white button-down shirt, green sweater, black socks, and the dreaded black dress shoes. He just came down the stairs complaining about how his shoes hurt his feet, because the tongue keeps getting stuck. I looked up at him and said, "I Hae whe dat happas!" He stopped, looked at me in a perplexed fashion, frowned, and then got it. He hung his head and headed back upstairs. I suppose I should go get him now so we can leave :)

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