January 2009
18 posts
Saturday Morning.
3 of my most favoritest people with me, in the living room.
We’re all on laptops. All on IM chat, with each other.
Taking turns playing music, from our iTunes.
I will always remember today. It will always warm my heart.
“I’m thirty years old, and I have to sleep in the bunky bed.”
– Fabio (in his thick italian voice) Top Chef, Season 5
3 men and a lady
{preface: 3 older men and I standing around a wood burning stove trying to get warm}
Don: ...This isn't as cold as when i was a little boy in Michigan. I had to deliver newpapers for a penny! in the winter time!
Doug: *whispers to me* He had to walk 5 miles in the snow to deliver newspapers *rolls eyes*
Chuck: Yeah, I was up north, doing that too, only I got ten cents.
Doug: *looks at me* {while the other two are still talking} Do you know who Methuselah is?
Me: * I shake my head no, but i really did, i just wanted to see what he said*
Doug: He was a person in the bible who lived to be...umm...800?...
{meanwhile}
Don: ...I had to walk a quarter mile in the deep snow just to deliver ONE paper, and I only got a penny for it. A penny a newspaper, can you believe it?!
{Doug interrupts}
Doug: Hey, how old was Methuselah?
Chuck: Methuselah? um. I believe he lived to be 995 yrs old.
Doug : *looks at me, and points to the others* They went to school with him. *smiles*
Don: *smiles and pretend punches Doug*
Devastating.
It seems as though all my goals and dreams are being fullfilled by other people, and not me.
From gradutating college, to winning a legit photography contest, to traveling all over, and getting successful jobs…etc, etc…
I think I took the blue pill while everyone else took the red one towards success.
Dag.
And yet, Why can’t I just be happy for the people who have...
Change. It happens.
I started yesterday. I realized I have a long road ahead. It seems daunting.
It has to be done. There is no other choice. It’s life changing. I think I’m finally ready.
- Pray for me. Pray for change. Pray it stays with me.
Post Secret Sunday →
Good times.
Mom: “Hey you two, go to Wal-mart and get some groceries. I’m too tired to go.”
Dad: “ok”
me: ” *sigh* ooookaayyyyyuh”
30 mins later
Me: “Dad! I thought we were going to Wal-Mart?!”
Dad: napping on the couch, awakened by my question “What?! I was waiting on you!”
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...
“…when black will not be asked to give back,
when brown can stick around,
when...”
– Rev. Joseph Lowry - Benediction for Obama’s Inaugural This was one of my favorite parts this morning (via bendelaney)
(mine too!)
Change.
I just watched history being made.
I vote...
that today be a GOOD day at work.
last week was horrible.
Lets start by NOT being late.
and finding LOTS of notes….
annnnnd here.we.go!
Post Secret Sunday →
this is a news article about Post Secrets, at SXSW.
(also here’s a big shout out to KAYLEIGH LAWSON! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! WOOT!)
Post Secret Sunday →
Whoa.
Today, I offically sold my first photograph.
Happy Day. : D