Thanks to all of you who left me questions, and phooey on those of you who didn’t. Anyhow… here they are. Also, if you still want to leave me questions on the original post, I’ll be glad to answer them for you here.
Bobbi-Lee asked: What do you plan to be/do when you “grow up” (leave school etc) and why?
In a perfect world, I would love to travel, anywhere, just to learn the language and soak up the culture of each country. Maybe I’d be working on a novel, or maybe I’d be freelancing (web design, of course), or who knows? I’d love to go to Israel. Or Italy. Or Scotland. Or Germany…
In a realistic (yuck) world, I see myself in a little house with a big yard for my cat collection… working on that novel or freelancing or teaching or whatever the Lord would have me do.
And in the near-ish future… I’d just like to get into college and be able to stay there without completely going broke.
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Amanda started this… just so you all know.
This is what I want you to do. At the bottom of this post, click the comment link. Now, I want you to leave me a comment and ask me any question that you want me to answer in my next post. It can be anything within reason… from the meaning of life, to my feelings on cats.
I don’t care if you’ve never met me, are my best friend, know me, don’t know me, or your computer is conspiring against your typing skills… ask a question. I’m hoping this will inspire some conversation. Plus, if you’ve got a site, I’ll link back to it. And I’ll give you an e-cookie if you really want one.
So… ask away!
The other night, my family and I went out to a lake in Tecumseh for Rosh HaShanah. It’s like a family tradition with us, to go to a body of water of some sort, and throw bread in the water. I can’t even remember the name of the service; we’ve only done it with others once.
For those not in the know, the bread is supposed to represent our sins. We empty our pockets of sin, and throw it in the water where it is carried far away from us. This is in preparation for the ten days leading up to Yom Kippur, the day of Atonement.
Usually we’ve gone to a moving body of water; a river, a stream, or a lake with movement. This year, the water was like glass. No waves, no movement. I got a completely different experience. As I threw each piece of bread in, it disturbed the water, and well-defined ripples radiated out from it, growing fainter and fainter until they completely disappeared.
It kind of spoke to me… the water wasn’t just taking my sins downstream, for someone else to deal with, but was almost diffusing it… making it disappear.
The fish helped. We attracted lots of them. Anyhow, just felt like sharing. Happy New Year!
I’ve heard that it’s a first-child trait to hate surprises… and it’s true. For me, anyhow, and to a certain degree. I actually really like surprises, but they have to be the right kind.Good surprises are the ones that are actually surprising. You know, when something unexpected and fun happens. They have to completely come out of left field, and you’re not allowed to have any clue that anything’s going on.
Examples of good surprises: people showing up at your house/job/school when you not only aren’t expecting them, but when it’s higly improbable that they’d be there; when you “discover” something new or something different in your house or room; actually winning the lottery or inheriting money or something.
Bad surprises are the ones you know are coming, but either people pretend that they don’t know what you’re talking about, or they just don’t tell you all the details. I hate these! They drive me crazy trying to figure out what’s going on.
Examples of bad surprises: surprise birthday parties (hate, hate, hate), going somewhere and not being told where, or any of the aforementioned good surprises gone wrong.
How about you? Are you one of those people who loves surprises, both good and bad, because you love the intrigue? Are you one of those people who needs their life so planned out that a surprise throws the entire thing into a muddle? Or are you like me, exactly in the middle?
That’s right. I’ve got a “real life” project this week: my bedroom.
No, I’m serious. I have no idea how it happened… my room usually stayed mostly neat. Maybe not the most exciting of rooms, but not a total mess. Over the last couple of months or so, it’s been getting steadily worse and worse… messy and cluttered and unorganized, as well as thoroughly uninteresting.
Let me turn around and make a quick survey of my room. Oh goodness, I don’t know if I want to do that again. I’ll try and describe it to you because I’m not going to embarrass myself with photos. Read more »