5.30.2005

why not?

Why not do this? i am still at work at 2 am (and have to be back at 9 am-i love my job-tehehehe) waiting for my special show to be over....

The "questions": If I could be a scientist...If I could be a farmer...If I could be a musician...If I could be a doctor...If I could be a painter...If I could be a gardener...If I could be a missionary...If I could be a chef...If I could be an architect...If I could be a linguist...If I could be a psychologist...If I could be a librarian...If I could be an athlete...If I could be a lawyer...If I could be an inn-keeper...If I could be a professor...If I could be a writer...If I could be a llama-rider...If I could be a bonnie pirate...If I could be an astronaut...If I could be a world famous blogger...If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...If I could be married to any current famous political figure...If I could be an actor...If I could be a criminal...


If I could be a painter...I would do amazing work like my sister and do pieces that would inspire the world to recycle, love God, stop racism and help us all just get along.

If I could be a missionary...I would do it as a nurse and go back to Philippines and take care of Darwin, John, Brian and all the little boys of Tanay. (dont worry Joel i am not going anywhere)

If I could be an inn-keeper...I would move to Pennsylvania and open a wonderful B & B with my mom and keep several rooms just for my family and friends to stay in. I would pay my sister to teach art classes and many other fun things.

If I could be a professor...I would teach all the human diversity classes that I could and teach my students not to tolerate other cultures but to get involved and try to understand them. I would inspire them to revel in the differences of people and not to criticize but to uplift.


Now I have to tag three people...I choose abs, gnomes, coconut head, and squidia.


i should go now. i am going to get a head start on the order for tomorrow. ciao

5.24.2005

in the far east

so i got to go out east 2 weeks ago. it was so much fun. we went to the holocaust museum and walked around DC. we went to comedy night, saw an improv group and spent lots of quality time with the family. i wish i lived there.

5.04.2005

i'm melting!!!

so we went to see wicked in chicago last night. for those of you that dont know it is based on Gregory Magwire's "Wicked: The life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West." It is a very awesome book about evil, it's perception and politics. The play was sooo good. It ended very differently than the book but was good. It was like a musical mixture of the book by frank baum, the movie and the book by gregory with a happier ending for the witch.

we also went to eat at the melting pot, a fondue restaraunt. they bring the sauces out and cook them at your table then you get to dip and the main course you actually cook all the meat yourself. we had filet mignon, lamb, shrimp, lobster, salmon, chicken and tuna (of course it was like 2 or 3 bites of each). there was also this awesome cheese for the cheese course and the best chocolate for dessert. which brings me to my next subject....


i have come up with this theory that grace (as in God dying on the cross for our sins) was inspired by chocolate. now my husband and others have laughed at me but hear me out. there are two reasons that i believe this. first, God is a genius he invented chocolate so that we would have another reason to praise him. and we did, no one who tastes really good chocolate can think that it was all an accident. then he thought "i must come up with grace so that my people can praise me for all eternity and we can all eat more chocolate (in heaven there is no such thing as calories or carbs)". the second reason is that God actually sits around and eats chocolate all day in heaven. and he thought "i can not send all of those wonderful chocolate makers to hell for eternity. where will i get my chocolate?" so he invented grace as a way to save the few, the rest of us are just along for the ride.

coming soon for your reading pleasure...life? is it all just cookies and non cookies? or is there more to it?


I'm Afghanistan!
In the words of Bob Dylan, you "haven't known peace and quiet in so long [you] don't remember what it's like!"  Sad but true.  Boss after boss has led you around, using you for their nefarious purposes, and dumping you when the time was right.  You've hurt and been hurt and now you're just sick and tired.  When will people leave you alone and let you do your own thing?  But you don't really even know what you want anymore.
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