my life is going to become so much more streamlined now that i am finally tapping the brillance of google reader. i am at least two years behind everyone else under the age of sixty, but its okay. i have enjoyed the various and sundry pages and sites that i have found along my heretofore meandering stroll through the information superhighway.
now if you will excuse me, i am off to fly faster than a speeding bullet through my long, long list of favorite blogs. shazam!
somedays
(like this one),
i wonder
if i had begun real musical training at an earlier age
if i could have just gotten away with doing that
(music, I mean.)
for a living?
and so i think
that if my future children ever have the slightest hint of talent
i will make them
learn to play
the piano
and any other instrument they choose.
but most importantly
i will do my best to make sure
that my children do not
restrict themselves
(like i have done)
with thoughts
that they can not
or do not deserve to
learn anything that they want to learn.
it’s 24 years in
and i am just now beginning to understand
all the fences i have built.
how long until
i begin to discover
how to tear them down?
it is hard to keep from spending frivolous money when Caviar and Bananas is around the corner offering a plethora of easy take-out options to satisfy my healthy appetite for truffle oil.
if it were a Dean and DeLucca, then maybe i could convince myself to stay away more often based on my anti-corporate mentality. maybe. as it is, even if my cash flow is dwindling at least i am supporting the local economy.
bicycle ride to the battery for sunrise service overlooking the Charleston harbor. festal donuts and coffee for breakfast. work. homemade easter dinner with a long lost friend. going to see a really adorable movie with the roomie. evening stroll to the grocery store. clean room. clean self. talk with mom and sisters for 1.5 hours on the phone. read. write. sleep.
it has been another full 24 hours in a week of blessings when i have been constantly reminded of God’s grace and mercy.
thank you, Jesus on this and every day.
I am 24 years-old and I activated my first credit card last week. I have been mailed many a credit card offer over the past 6 years but have only applied for two.
The first app was for a Gap card. I had no intention of accruing debt that I could not pay down in less than a month. I just figured that as often as I shop at Banana, Gap, and Old Navy I might as well be earning some coupons and points with the family of brands. However, this was years ago when I had no credit history because absolutely nothing was in my name, and Gap said no. I cried. No really, I did. The experience made me feel like some sort of financial criminal. I didn’t tell anyone about it because I was so embarrassed.
The second application took place a few weeks ago for some Capital One gold or platinum or titanium Master Card. They let me in the club this time. Lest you fear that I intend to become one of the masses of young Americans spun up in the idea that I should buy things I can not afford now and forget to pay for them later, allow me to explain the reasoning involved in my decision.
Since the gap incident, I bought a car (with dad’s good name on the paper work as cosigner) and have been paying down the loan all by myself . While that is well and good, for the past year and a half I have been living with ladies who had their utilities set up before I moved in thus rendering the li’l car loan as my one and only influence over my one and only credit score. So after years of tearing up and throwing away credit card offers, I took the plunge in an effort to up my status in the eyes of our nation’s withering financial institutions.
Now I have this shiny new piece of plastic featuring VanGogh’s Starry, Starry Night because it was either that, a boring gray background, or some ridiculously patriotic scene straight out of John Ashcroft’s imagination. For now, I plan to only use the plastic for purchasing gas because it is a predictable but relatively infrequent necessary evil (now that I live six blocks from work, my quality time at the pump has decreased a wee bit).
The folks at Capital One sent a little love in the direction of my gmail inbox this morning. The message seemed to be of little consequence until I read a bit of fine print at the bottom of the page where I learned that C.O. has a grand office of sorts in Salt Lake City, Utah! Now this may not be so exciting for most people, but I am not most people. I happen to be a girl who has been feverishly devouring information concerning all things Mormon for the past month or so, and Salt Lake City just so happens to the worldwide hub of the Latter-Day Saints. I think they are a fascinating people, and now I think that my new credit card is likely fueling their enormous network of tithers.
this is a rotten entry. there is no story – no conflict or resolution. but i’m proud of my john ashcroft reference so it’s staying posted.
so i have always been much fonder of tortellini than of ravioli or borselloni or any other folded pasta. i think that is has something to do with aesthetics. the tortellini is so petite and intricate and sweet. to me, it has always seemed so much more artistic.
also, i think hershey’s milk chocolate (in it’s deliciously waxy fashion of low cacao percentages) pairs perfectly with mini pretzels. that is all.
i ate way too much of my late night dinner. the tummy is swol and i am mildly uncomfortable.
so may i just brag to you that i am currently full of:
veggie stir-fry (onion, peppers, zuchs, squash, shrooms)
and
sliced strawberries with freshly whipped cream.
i’ve never been so proud of being so full.
The Lord made it easy on Friday, February 27.
The weather in Charleston is just about perfect today. I probably got a little too excited about the spring-like temperatures and put on a decidedly summery sundress. Regardless of the innapropriate seasonality of my attire, it is a day when I can not help but sing praises to God. Seriously, I was the girl bouncing along the sidewalk, smiling, and humming with her palms open.
It feels particularly natural for me to pray on sunny days.
image of original manuscript written by L. Bernstein himself!!!
It’s stories like this one that make me exceedlingly glad that I am a human. We take comfort and pleasure in the funniest things. I love it.
