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March 25, 2006
Naked beauty special with bangles
I was sick for a few days and then it got really icky.
Well I forgot to go outside and now I have to face going to the land of out. I think that I could face this with more ease if I had a back yard or some outside place that I could go to without people. People judge people who are pale and go out in thier pj's.
Being outside would also be easier if the weather was say...warm. I miss the sounds of bugs. If it was warm I could get my book and continue to be getting well with ease and sunshine.
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March 22, 2006
TRL. I Feel Dirty.
Be my little Rock n’ Roll Queen. These are the words that have wooed my being for the last 24 hours. While cleaning the dishes, walking to work, coming home and going to prayer meeting, and three times before I went to bed the words that I longed to hear were
You are the sun,
You are the only one,
My heart is blue,
My heart is blue for you
Be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen
be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen
Now that I went to a prayer meeting while listening to this song puts me out of the running for Rock n'Roll Royalty. Maybe if I start dressing like Blondie (who made it in the hall of fame this last week) then I could be like a rock n' roll cousin. My anything goes attitude and self-centered conversations have got to help me out in some way though. Maybe I am already a rock cousin and the forced Blondie attire would push me down on the family tree?
http://www.warnerbrosrecords.com/subways/
http://www.blondie.net/index.shtml
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March 11, 2006
Putting on the Ritz
I want to be a lady so badly! My heart calls to the land of beauty and the Ritz won't call back.
WHY?
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March 09, 2006
forgetful
Yesterday the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum and it was there in the long gallery that I remember something that I am not sure I knew. In the long gallery is a locket filled with Robert Browning hair and a woodenhead with the nose missing. I looked at the head and then walked away thinking the nose on that wooden Christ head figurine has fallen off. Shortly after that came the thought ‘I wonder how long before the actual nose of Christ fell off’. Then in a moment I remembered that Christ was not dead. It is strange when you are walking though a museum seeing all of the different representations of somebody that you know and somebody that is not dead.
A few times I have been in a museums and seen a relative. It is a fun moment in which you feel connected to something bigger then your suburb. Seeing some distant relation on the wall you don’t consider much more then ‘Hey, I know that nose’. Seeing that little woodenhead the reality of a temporal and eternal Christ who is fully man and fully God became clearer. Before Communion I will say that Christ is risen but what I professed to be true was good to remember in an everyday thoughtless way.
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March 07, 2006
kare Bear
My nicknames are connected to Snoop Dog or the possession of the most underwear. As I travled the halls of high school I was bologna, I don't really know why. In middle school my nickname was 'crazy' which at the time was fun but now is just a bit silly. As a child I was munchkin which at 5' almost 11 it is belittling to all.
Keri's nickname is one of the many reasons that she is the most popular girl on the third floor of our house. Laura has two fantastic nicknames Elk and Yeltz. Linnea is Pookie, Queen (I can't say), stinky pants, stinky, and dulcinea after the whore in Man of La Mancha. She never really smelled and she is not a whore. Tami like myself is out in the cold of nick names.
Why do some people have them and others go without. Why can some time periods of life put you in the prime location to have a nickname and other portions of your life leave you without. Tami and I have four letter names but so does Keri. Could it be the complication of the name? Or is it just the need? Elk is not Elk if no other Lauras are about. Yet, Cricket is always Cricket even when she is alone in her room rubbing her legs together to make beautiful music.
I love nicknames because they remind of GOD. Stop it...I mean it. I like nicknames because they give you a familiar that is all your own. Like a black cat. A secret name. Your share it with only the people you love and no matter how belittling the name (stinky) you know when they use it that they care..awwwe. In this way it is similar to Christ's knowledge of the inner person and his name for us. I just want to have a little name for everybody
I just want to hug the world
I am so bubbly
now I want to list everbody in the whole worlds nickname
EB
Shadow Stevens
Deke
punky-baby
Elliot
Barfhead
Earl
Tuggy
lil-tug
jb (stupid nickname//we should all work on that one)
dad
mom
hyphen lover
brae-bray
The Terminator
totally hair Ken
Friendly Bacteria
Unfriendly Bacteria
little baby Onion (who is still unborn yet has a cool nickname)
So I decalre today international nickname day
celebrate
nickname a friend
make it last
Tami's new nick name is love in the afternoon
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March 06, 2006
pink nails
It is strange to be home again away from the warm winds of Florida. Boston is icy but my roomies are so lovely. All our floors are littered with books. Our fridge is littered with green goodness. Our bathroom has my shower curtain.
Today the sun is out
Tami is off work
Linnea is staying home until noon
Shortly our old friends arrive
I had a dream last night that I went upstairs and called to Linnea. In the upper floor of our apartment were three furnished rooms. All our five house guests had a bed and we were all happy. We felt silly becasue we had forgotten about the upstairs rooms.
I think I dreamed this because we had an upstairs when we first arrived in Boston and we did not use the upstairs. I went to look for the secret stairway but I found only the pantry.
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