Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
So, how are you going to live?
I thought I'd post this here because it means so much to me and it got a good response on Facebook.
This is a summery, pretty much, of the sermon on Sunday morning and Sunday evening. Even though they were two different teachers and I'm pretty sure they didn't plan their sermons together- they went together perfectly.
If you're not ALL IN then you're not in AT ALL.
Even loving God with MOST of my heart is UNACCEPTABLE.
God didn't save me for myself, He saved me FOR THE SAKE OF OTHERS.
Real gospel missions happen over our MORNING COFFEE.
So- every mundane moment of life must be made PURPOSEFUL.
We are not OF this world but for the sake of the gospel we must be IN this world...
So-
How are YOU going to live?
This is a summery, pretty much, of the sermon on Sunday morning and Sunday evening. Even though they were two different teachers and I'm pretty sure they didn't plan their sermons together- they went together perfectly.
If you're not ALL IN then you're not in AT ALL.
Even loving God with MOST of my heart is UNACCEPTABLE.
God didn't save me for myself, He saved me FOR THE SAKE OF OTHERS.
Real gospel missions happen over our MORNING COFFEE.
So- every mundane moment of life must be made PURPOSEFUL.
We are not OF this world but for the sake of the gospel we must be IN this world...
So-
How are YOU going to live?
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Tidbits for Dealing with Furry Friends
By furry friends I mean fungal toe nails. I know, gross, and so not like me, but I came across some useful information that I know some of my readers might want. So I share.
This is going to be a quick one- it's past my bedtime.
So, for those of you out there with fungal toe nails, first, I'm so sorry, that's gross, and second, I have a cure. Two cures actually.
The first, and definitely less desirable: there is a prescription drug that will make all of your problems disappear.
Cost: somewhere north of $1200
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: Kidney failure
Well! "My goodness!" you say, "How do I get a hold of this drug??"
Talk to your doctor.
And the second cure: Vick's Vapor Rub. Yep, you read right, Vick's Vapor rub. Apply directly onto the toenail and cuticle daily.
Cost: about $12 (that's a $4 bottle about three times)
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: none.
Now, of course, you ask, "What kind of phony bologna is this?" Well, first of all, shame on you for doubting me, and secondly, it's not! I know someone who has done it and it worked! And I know a nurse who says there is scientific evidence that it works! No phony bologna here!
I can't say that I know it works from personal experience- but come on, $12? don't you think it's worth a try?
Or would you rather spend $1200 and then die from kidney failure?
Samia
This is going to be a quick one- it's past my bedtime.
So, for those of you out there with fungal toe nails, first, I'm so sorry, that's gross, and second, I have a cure. Two cures actually.
The first, and definitely less desirable: there is a prescription drug that will make all of your problems disappear.
Cost: somewhere north of $1200
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: Kidney failure
Well! "My goodness!" you say, "How do I get a hold of this drug??"
Talk to your doctor.
And the second cure: Vick's Vapor Rub. Yep, you read right, Vick's Vapor rub. Apply directly onto the toenail and cuticle daily.
Cost: about $12 (that's a $4 bottle about three times)
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: none.
Now, of course, you ask, "What kind of phony bologna is this?" Well, first of all, shame on you for doubting me, and secondly, it's not! I know someone who has done it and it worked! And I know a nurse who says there is scientific evidence that it works! No phony bologna here!
I can't say that I know it works from personal experience- but come on, $12? don't you think it's worth a try?
Or would you rather spend $1200 and then die from kidney failure?
Samia
Saturday, June 26, 2010
The True Confessions of a Penny Pincher
My Mother will think this is silly, but I don't mind. Sometimes it's fun to be silly.
Well, first of all, and not related to this post, I'd like to congratulate myself (aren't I humble) on a very large accomplishment: 100 posts. You heard me- my last post, "Painting Indians" was my 100th post! (I would have done something special on my 100th post, except I didn't realize that it was 100th until just now.)
Okay, now on to the point of this post. This is in recap of the last two... or so, weeks. A few, oh, Tuesdays (?) ago my roommate and her Mom took me shopping with them. We went to Target.
Now, I have to stop here and give a little history- when my Mom and I go shopping, we go because we need something and we get what we need (when it comes to clothes) or we don't get anything at all. We might find something we like and try it on, talk about what it would go with, and where we could wear it, but if we don't need it or have money set aside specifically for it, we put it back and try to forget about it.
As you are probably thinking, most people are different than that. Shopping means shopping and shopping means buying- having fun and actually getting what you want.
Well, I've always seen shopping (actually spending money) as silly, frivolous and unwise.
I see things a little differently now.
Now, ladies, don't freak out here, I'm not saying penny pinching is bad and I'm not saying some restraint is bad for a body, not at all. However, what good does penny pinching and scrimping do you if you spend you life thinking you're poor, or being snotty because you think you're wise, because you don't spend your money? I don't think that came out the way I was hoping... my point is that I don't think God meant for us to be miserable people and if we can manage to have a good, no, a great attitude with whatever we have, or don't have, then there is nothing wrong with us having those things- see?
Actually that wasn't my point either, but it is a good point and I suppose it is one of my points... hm, well I suppose that's sufficient.
Anyway, back to my story, so we go shopping. Out of habit, we get there and look around, I enjoyed looking through the racks and commented on a few T-shirts, and the like. But when I was asked if I wanted to try anything on I sort of... I don't know, just kind of mumbled a 'no'. Sure I saw things that I liked, and I saw things that were totally me, but out of years of habit, I didn't want to try anything on because I knew I wouldn't buy it- even if it was perfect. I think Charity and I had talked about it before and so I tried to not be hesitant in saying what I thought, but it wasn't easy. At one point we found this super comfy and flattering short sleeved sweater. I tried it on over my clothes there in the middle of the isle and it looked great. It was black, so it could go with almost anything, it was a very simple design, so it would go with... almost anything, and it was quite flattering. It was perfect. But I put it back. Later Charity brought her Mom back over, I think she was hoping that I'd be convinced to get it, but to no avail. I think I made a real smart sounding comment about coming back some other time when maybe it was on sale. But you tell me, after what I've said about my shopping habits, do you really think I had any intention of going back?
So we move on and soon we're in the hat section, I think we went there for giggles, but ended up getting serious.
More history- I look great in hats. Unless it's a ridiculous, crazy hat, I probably look good in it. But I never buys hats and most hand me down hats are pretty ridiculous so I just haven't made it a habit to wear hats.
Well, I bought a hat. I know shocking- aren't I brave? Changing who I am, going against my own grain?!
It gets worse.
I bought a pink hat.
I hate pink. I've been told that it's because I'm feminist and I see pink as a sign of weakness. I don't know about that, but I do know I don't like pink.
It was only $6 and it looks cute, I've been told it makes my cheeks look rosy. I'm going to wear it to church tomorrow.
Shopping shouldn't scare me like it does. I think that's what I was thinking when I bought it.
And besides, don't girls just want to have fun?
Samia
Well, first of all, and not related to this post, I'd like to congratulate myself (aren't I humble) on a very large accomplishment: 100 posts. You heard me- my last post, "Painting Indians" was my 100th post! (I would have done something special on my 100th post, except I didn't realize that it was 100th until just now.)
Okay, now on to the point of this post. This is in recap of the last two... or so, weeks. A few, oh, Tuesdays (?) ago my roommate and her Mom took me shopping with them. We went to Target.
Now, I have to stop here and give a little history- when my Mom and I go shopping, we go because we need something and we get what we need (when it comes to clothes) or we don't get anything at all. We might find something we like and try it on, talk about what it would go with, and where we could wear it, but if we don't need it or have money set aside specifically for it, we put it back and try to forget about it.
As you are probably thinking, most people are different than that. Shopping means shopping and shopping means buying- having fun and actually getting what you want.
Well, I've always seen shopping (actually spending money) as silly, frivolous and unwise.
I see things a little differently now.
Now, ladies, don't freak out here, I'm not saying penny pinching is bad and I'm not saying some restraint is bad for a body, not at all. However, what good does penny pinching and scrimping do you if you spend you life thinking you're poor, or being snotty because you think you're wise, because you don't spend your money? I don't think that came out the way I was hoping... my point is that I don't think God meant for us to be miserable people and if we can manage to have a good, no, a great attitude with whatever we have, or don't have, then there is nothing wrong with us having those things- see?
Actually that wasn't my point either, but it is a good point and I suppose it is one of my points... hm, well I suppose that's sufficient.
Anyway, back to my story, so we go shopping. Out of habit, we get there and look around, I enjoyed looking through the racks and commented on a few T-shirts, and the like. But when I was asked if I wanted to try anything on I sort of... I don't know, just kind of mumbled a 'no'. Sure I saw things that I liked, and I saw things that were totally me, but out of years of habit, I didn't want to try anything on because I knew I wouldn't buy it- even if it was perfect. I think Charity and I had talked about it before and so I tried to not be hesitant in saying what I thought, but it wasn't easy. At one point we found this super comfy and flattering short sleeved sweater. I tried it on over my clothes there in the middle of the isle and it looked great. It was black, so it could go with almost anything, it was a very simple design, so it would go with... almost anything, and it was quite flattering. It was perfect. But I put it back. Later Charity brought her Mom back over, I think she was hoping that I'd be convinced to get it, but to no avail. I think I made a real smart sounding comment about coming back some other time when maybe it was on sale. But you tell me, after what I've said about my shopping habits, do you really think I had any intention of going back?
So we move on and soon we're in the hat section, I think we went there for giggles, but ended up getting serious.
More history- I look great in hats. Unless it's a ridiculous, crazy hat, I probably look good in it. But I never buys hats and most hand me down hats are pretty ridiculous so I just haven't made it a habit to wear hats.
Well, I bought a hat. I know shocking- aren't I brave? Changing who I am, going against my own grain?!
It gets worse.
I bought a pink hat.
I hate pink. I've been told that it's because I'm feminist and I see pink as a sign of weakness. I don't know about that, but I do know I don't like pink.
It was only $6 and it looks cute, I've been told it makes my cheeks look rosy. I'm going to wear it to church tomorrow.
Shopping shouldn't scare me like it does. I think that's what I was thinking when I bought it.
And besides, don't girls just want to have fun?
Samia
Friday, June 25, 2010
Painting Indians
No, we weren't painting Indians, we were painting Indians. Hence the picture at the end of my post from June 20th. I'm hoping to get a hold of Charity's camera- she got some cute shots of all of the painting. Oh, and if you're friends with me on Facebook, I put some pictures up on there too.
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Anyway, we spent a few days here and there over the past few weeks painting the porch- it was in desperate need of a little face lift. I am proud to declare that it now looks amazing!
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So this was a terribly short post, but I do have a bit more to say.
A few days ago at work I was talking with one of the guys that works in the kitchen. He was asking me about myself and was shocked when I said that I fill my free time with "helping out around the house". Last night I realized that, even though that's what I've always said, it's not actually true. Sure, I do help out around the house, and I think of that as the majority of what I do, but that's not all that I do- by no means. I do lots of things. I'm ashamed to realize that I've managed to let people think that I'm a very boring person! For those of you who know me- I'm not!
So this is for that guy- if ever he should find this blog- and for any other person I've ever misled- I am not a boring person. I love life. And in my spare time I read, I sew- dolls, dresses, blankets, you name it- I blog, I Facebook, I ride my bike, I hang out with my roommate, I do housework, I teach scorpions how to fly (on the weekends only, of course), I chase my roommate's brothers around the house, just to hear them squeal and giggle, I crochet, I swim, I sing, I enjoy a board game or a card game, I watch old movies... and new ones, chase the cat around the house for laughs, I window shop, eat (I love food), I draw, and I sit at the bottom of the stairs, just around the corner, waiting for someone to scare.
I think I'm going to start being a little more honest- who knows? maybe I'll start making more friends!
Oh, and I love, love, love, marshmallows!
Samia
Thursday, June 24, 2010
If I'm drowning... please don't rescue me.
So this post has nothing to do with any of the topics I mentioned in my last post- I'm just so backed up with posts that I thought I'd blog about today and then do another post or two later.
Today I was able to get work off and the family went to the San Marcos river for some inner tubing. If you live in Texas I definitely recommend a trip to the San Marcos river. It's really a beautiful spot and the water is amazingly clean. In fact I think I mentioned it in one of my last posts- actually, I'm pretty sure I did. Anyway we floated down the river three times today and then did some swimming. Funny story:
There is a spot near the end of the float where the river has had some construction and has been turned into this great little swimming hole with a water fall perfect for shooting down a tube in. Though, I must admit, sometimes a body can hit the bottom of the shoot and flip, inner tube flying, or, to the amusement of all watching, get stuck. The current and waves are just right that if you don't weigh enough (or if you don't weigh little enough) you'll hit the bottom and stop, stuck between the rapidly moving current and the heavy back spray at the bottom. Only a good hefty shove can save a body from the embarrassment which is sure to accompany this predicament.
Well, when we had first gotten to the end of the float we heard a woman screaming about her missing child (it turned out the kid was just with someone else) and a short Hispanic guy jumped up and tried to help locate her. After the child was found safe and sound he promptly turned to my roommate and I and declared "I put my beer down and everything! I thought I was going to have to rescue somebody!". He was so genuine about it that it was actually quite amusing. Later he said something along the lines of himself being available to rescue people that day. After he went back to his friend and his beer (lol) I turned to my roommate and said, "If I'm drowning I hope the short guy doesn't have to rescue me" (*cough*cough* "I'm perfectly fine I didn't need any help, thank you!")My roommate replied, "Ah, he won't rescue you, my Dad will rescue you first, I'm sure," We laughed over it and went back to our respective swimming, completely unaware of God's sense of humor, which was about to come into play.
My roommate and I (after some back and forth) decided we would take our two tubes and take a ride down the fall. My roommate went first and flipped. From where I was all I could see was her descending the fall and then her feet straight up in the air for a moment and then gone. I found it funny- if I'd know at the time what her thoughts were I probably wouldn't have laughed quite so hard- I might not even have made it down the fall myself either.
My turn next. I push myself forward and slide, quite gracefully down the fall and then... stopped. I got stuck. Of all people- I got stuck.
I can imagine God's face at this moment- something like Rick Holland when he's picking on someone (all in good fun of course)- "Hey, hey Michael, c'mere. don't rescue her, I've got it all taken care of, but check this out... just watch" He might have said with a mischievous grin on His face. I sat there at the bottom not sure what to do. My first thought- "I can't believe this happened to ME" my second though- "HAHA! I'm stuck! Bahaha!" Later I was told that my thoughts were clearly visible on my face. I looked around for my roommate's Mom (she had gotten stuck not ten minutes before) and found her laughing hilariously at the side of the river. A few girls at the side were trying to help by shouting directions at me but I couldn't hear them! and then suddenly- I moved "Hallelujah!" I thought, "I'm moving!" and then I heard the sound of someone's body whacking the back of my inner tube. "Oh. I've been rescued." The feminist in me was ashamed. So, I crested the back spray and continued on my way and then my rescuer's head popped up before me in the spray. Can you guess who it was?
This is the point in the story where Michael is watching in amazement as His God displays the fun side of His perfection. Yes, I believe God has a sense of humor. I am the butt of His jokes quite often, but I suppose that's just because I can be so darn gullible sometimes.
Later I found out that after my roommate's unfortunate spill she had hit her head on a rock. She's fine, no concussion or anything, but she was quite disturbed for her life for a moment. When she flipped- just like everyone else, her tube went for an exciting, but short lived, flight and made a hasty getaway down the river. Yet, here we are safe at home with all of our inner tubes in tact- how? you ask. Well, I bet you can't guess this one. It wasn't her Dad, he was content to watch the younger men do chivalrous acts, well, he was after seeing that a young man was much closer to her. So, who do you think retrieved it for her in a very chivalrous and dignified (more or less) manner? A short Hispanic guy. Minus the beer of course- I'm pretty sure he put that aside to rescue us. Ah, the irony.
And so goes a day at the river, just another day in the life... that river hates me. I still recommend it though, really we did have loads of fun!
Well, this short story decided to be really short (note the sarcasm here) and I had better head to bed- I've got a long day tomorrow, with nursing my sunburn and what not. So I'll say "Adios Amigos!"
By the way, I think next time I'll make an off handed comment about possible needing rescue to the tall buff guys (instead of the short one) before I do something daring.
My roommate has a random feeling that it won't work as well... but at 5'1" and a quarter, she is partial to short people.
Samia
Today I was able to get work off and the family went to the San Marcos river for some inner tubing. If you live in Texas I definitely recommend a trip to the San Marcos river. It's really a beautiful spot and the water is amazingly clean. In fact I think I mentioned it in one of my last posts- actually, I'm pretty sure I did. Anyway we floated down the river three times today and then did some swimming. Funny story:
There is a spot near the end of the float where the river has had some construction and has been turned into this great little swimming hole with a water fall perfect for shooting down a tube in. Though, I must admit, sometimes a body can hit the bottom of the shoot and flip, inner tube flying, or, to the amusement of all watching, get stuck. The current and waves are just right that if you don't weigh enough (or if you don't weigh little enough) you'll hit the bottom and stop, stuck between the rapidly moving current and the heavy back spray at the bottom. Only a good hefty shove can save a body from the embarrassment which is sure to accompany this predicament.
Well, when we had first gotten to the end of the float we heard a woman screaming about her missing child (it turned out the kid was just with someone else) and a short Hispanic guy jumped up and tried to help locate her. After the child was found safe and sound he promptly turned to my roommate and I and declared "I put my beer down and everything! I thought I was going to have to rescue somebody!". He was so genuine about it that it was actually quite amusing. Later he said something along the lines of himself being available to rescue people that day. After he went back to his friend and his beer (lol) I turned to my roommate and said, "If I'm drowning I hope the short guy doesn't have to rescue me" (*cough*cough* "I'm perfectly fine I didn't need any help, thank you!")My roommate replied, "Ah, he won't rescue you, my Dad will rescue you first, I'm sure," We laughed over it and went back to our respective swimming, completely unaware of God's sense of humor, which was about to come into play.
My roommate and I (after some back and forth) decided we would take our two tubes and take a ride down the fall. My roommate went first and flipped. From where I was all I could see was her descending the fall and then her feet straight up in the air for a moment and then gone. I found it funny- if I'd know at the time what her thoughts were I probably wouldn't have laughed quite so hard- I might not even have made it down the fall myself either.
My turn next. I push myself forward and slide, quite gracefully down the fall and then... stopped. I got stuck. Of all people- I got stuck.
I can imagine God's face at this moment- something like Rick Holland when he's picking on someone (all in good fun of course)- "Hey, hey Michael, c'mere. don't rescue her, I've got it all taken care of, but check this out... just watch" He might have said with a mischievous grin on His face. I sat there at the bottom not sure what to do. My first thought- "I can't believe this happened to ME" my second though- "HAHA! I'm stuck! Bahaha!" Later I was told that my thoughts were clearly visible on my face. I looked around for my roommate's Mom (she had gotten stuck not ten minutes before) and found her laughing hilariously at the side of the river. A few girls at the side were trying to help by shouting directions at me but I couldn't hear them! and then suddenly- I moved "Hallelujah!" I thought, "I'm moving!" and then I heard the sound of someone's body whacking the back of my inner tube. "Oh. I've been rescued." The feminist in me was ashamed. So, I crested the back spray and continued on my way and then my rescuer's head popped up before me in the spray. Can you guess who it was?
This is the point in the story where Michael is watching in amazement as His God displays the fun side of His perfection. Yes, I believe God has a sense of humor. I am the butt of His jokes quite often, but I suppose that's just because I can be so darn gullible sometimes.
Later I found out that after my roommate's unfortunate spill she had hit her head on a rock. She's fine, no concussion or anything, but she was quite disturbed for her life for a moment. When she flipped- just like everyone else, her tube went for an exciting, but short lived, flight and made a hasty getaway down the river. Yet, here we are safe at home with all of our inner tubes in tact- how? you ask. Well, I bet you can't guess this one. It wasn't her Dad, he was content to watch the younger men do chivalrous acts, well, he was after seeing that a young man was much closer to her. So, who do you think retrieved it for her in a very chivalrous and dignified (more or less) manner? A short Hispanic guy. Minus the beer of course- I'm pretty sure he put that aside to rescue us. Ah, the irony.
And so goes a day at the river, just another day in the life... that river hates me. I still recommend it though, really we did have loads of fun!
Well, this short story decided to be really short (note the sarcasm here) and I had better head to bed- I've got a long day tomorrow, with nursing my sunburn and what not. So I'll say "Adios Amigos!"
By the way, I think next time I'll make an off handed comment about possible needing rescue to the tall buff guys (instead of the short one) before I do something daring.
My roommate has a random feeling that it won't work as well... but at 5'1" and a quarter, she is partial to short people.
Samia
Sunday, June 20, 2010
It's all just because he never had the chicken pox...
So much to blog and so little memory. I seriously could do a whole blog post for every day of the past week and then some!
Oh, where to start...
Painting Indians.
The true confessions of a penny pincher.
Which way is up?
Tidbits for dealing with furry fiends.
My flying friend.
A watery reunion.
Hm... maybe I'll spare you the details... just kidding, I suppose I could tell you more later- it's getting pretty late and I'm pooped... but before I go I do have a few things to say.
For Amanda B. - the dog and I had the same name- and yes, I suppose it is quite the coincidence! I have to say, it's great to know that someone I don't know actually follows my blog (if you follow that is). Makes me wonder just how many people out there could recognize me based on just a few of my stories!
Hm... darn it all, I can't remember what the second thing was... like I said, too little memory- well, I guess I'll sign off for now and I'll talk to y'all later!
Samia
Oh, where to start...
Painting Indians.
The true confessions of a penny pincher.
Which way is up?
Tidbits for dealing with furry fiends.
My flying friend.
A watery reunion.
Hm... maybe I'll spare you the details... just kidding, I suppose I could tell you more later- it's getting pretty late and I'm pooped... but before I go I do have a few things to say.
For Amanda B. - the dog and I had the same name- and yes, I suppose it is quite the coincidence! I have to say, it's great to know that someone I don't know actually follows my blog (if you follow that is). Makes me wonder just how many people out there could recognize me based on just a few of my stories!
Hm... darn it all, I can't remember what the second thing was... like I said, too little memory- well, I guess I'll sign off for now and I'll talk to y'all later!
Samia
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
A Day of Coincidences
Actually, as of right now, I'm not sure if that's spelled correctly, but the computer is not trying to stop me from spelling it that way... so.... whatever. :-P
I was going to post this yesterday, but just never got around to it- you see, today, there really weren't any coincidences- it was yesterday that I was referring to.
Background: A few days ago I was asked if I wanted a ride anywhere by a cute guy in a real beat up minivan- I thought it was funny- well, guess who I carhopped for last night right before my shift ended... and I thought I'd never see him again.
Earlier on in my day I met a woman with a cute dog bearing the same name as me! she looked like a beagle mix- very cute.
And the last coincidence- as I was taking out the trash at work, guess who should come on the Sonic radio station but an old acquaintance of mine! Her mother used to give me her hand-me-downs. Angel Taylor is her name and she was singing "Like you do". Angel's music is something like Colbie Calliet. She's new to the music world but it's pretty good stuff. It was a bit funny to walk out (in the middle of Texas) and hear someone I know on the radio. :-P
Well, that's all for now I guess,
kind of random,
Samia
I was going to post this yesterday, but just never got around to it- you see, today, there really weren't any coincidences- it was yesterday that I was referring to.
Background: A few days ago I was asked if I wanted a ride anywhere by a cute guy in a real beat up minivan- I thought it was funny- well, guess who I carhopped for last night right before my shift ended... and I thought I'd never see him again.
Earlier on in my day I met a woman with a cute dog bearing the same name as me! she looked like a beagle mix- very cute.
And the last coincidence- as I was taking out the trash at work, guess who should come on the Sonic radio station but an old acquaintance of mine! Her mother used to give me her hand-me-downs. Angel Taylor is her name and she was singing "Like you do". Angel's music is something like Colbie Calliet. She's new to the music world but it's pretty good stuff. It was a bit funny to walk out (in the middle of Texas) and hear someone I know on the radio. :-P
Well, that's all for now I guess,
kind of random,
Samia
Monday, June 7, 2010
I hope it rains today...
It was cloudy for a bit, but it looks like it's clearing up... sadness. It's already hot and it's been soo hot lately. I'm not looking forward to going to work. Oh well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right? i suppose I do like the paycheck an awful lot.
Yesterday a trucker blushed at me when I gave him his change. "Thank you, Ma'am" he sad with a slightly embarrassed smile. It was cute, I've never had anything like that happen to me before. I just hope I don't run into him again... I can't remember what he looked like... haha, but I remember his truck... that's so me. :-P
I went fishing yesterday... I haven't been fishing in years, I didn't catch a thing, I had maybe eight worms eaten right off of my hook (I felt the bites) but I couldn't seem to hook anything! It was a tad frustrating. Eventually I agreed to go canoeing with a friend, totally aware that he planned on "tipping" not canoeing! Thankfully his Dad came along just at the right moment to tell us it was time to go, and thus, I came home dry!
I haven't spoken about anything deep in a while... I was talking with my roommate last night about how amazing it is that God has a plan for me. He has a specific thing for me to do in this life and every moment he is preparing me for whatever it is! Isn't that amazing? I don't have to wander through life wondering what I'm supposed to be doing, because God has my whole life laid out in front of me! I may not be able to see what He wants, but He'll lead me to it! Well, that's a shorter version of the conversation we had... we also talked about marriage.... but I won't repeat that conversation... for the sake of my hopes... :-P
Alright, I should go, I've got laundry to do and work to get to (blaugh) :-)
Samia
I think I just made up a word.... blaugh...hm.
Yesterday a trucker blushed at me when I gave him his change. "Thank you, Ma'am" he sad with a slightly embarrassed smile. It was cute, I've never had anything like that happen to me before. I just hope I don't run into him again... I can't remember what he looked like... haha, but I remember his truck... that's so me. :-P
I went fishing yesterday... I haven't been fishing in years, I didn't catch a thing, I had maybe eight worms eaten right off of my hook (I felt the bites) but I couldn't seem to hook anything! It was a tad frustrating. Eventually I agreed to go canoeing with a friend, totally aware that he planned on "tipping" not canoeing! Thankfully his Dad came along just at the right moment to tell us it was time to go, and thus, I came home dry!
I haven't spoken about anything deep in a while... I was talking with my roommate last night about how amazing it is that God has a plan for me. He has a specific thing for me to do in this life and every moment he is preparing me for whatever it is! Isn't that amazing? I don't have to wander through life wondering what I'm supposed to be doing, because God has my whole life laid out in front of me! I may not be able to see what He wants, but He'll lead me to it! Well, that's a shorter version of the conversation we had... we also talked about marriage.... but I won't repeat that conversation... for the sake of my hopes... :-P
Alright, I should go, I've got laundry to do and work to get to (blaugh) :-)
Samia
I think I just made up a word.... blaugh...hm.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I don't think the UPS guy is from Texas... he gave me the peace sign!
I finally started carhopping at Sonic yesterday. It's actually a lot of fun... and very rewarding. I only make $4 per hour, but, when I carhop, the tips that I get raise my wages to round about $7-$8 per hour. With the tips I made today, I think I made about $8.50 per hour! It's quite exciting to come home with my pockets full of cash.
This afternoon the manager asked me how I felt about rollerskating I shrugged and said, "Sure." He looked shocked! "Wait, you don't look scared." He said... Apparently the mere idea of rollerskating anywhere, much less at work, is terrifying to most people. I think I may be different... I did used to figure skate you know. :-P
In order to motivate myself I've decided that I'm going to let you know that I've started writing again, I have a few friends who will be thrilled to hear this. I actually have a plot, I have a storyline and characters and everything! Aren't I such an accomplished person?! Haha, well, we'll see if I can say that in, oh, two or three months... If you want to read little clips of it, I guess I might post something if someone asks me to...
I'm very tempted to tell you the hilarious dream I had last night... but I won't... it was just too weird, hilarious, yes, but weird too. Too weird.
Trying to come up with more to say...
Oh, I heard that in another Texas County a man was sentenced to life in prison for robbing a woman's house. He tied her up and locked her in the closet with her dog. "The crime?- putting a perfectly good dawg in the closet!" ("With a woman!")
And on that bombshell...haha,
See y'all later!
Samia
This afternoon the manager asked me how I felt about rollerskating I shrugged and said, "Sure." He looked shocked! "Wait, you don't look scared." He said... Apparently the mere idea of rollerskating anywhere, much less at work, is terrifying to most people. I think I may be different... I did used to figure skate you know. :-P
In order to motivate myself I've decided that I'm going to let you know that I've started writing again, I have a few friends who will be thrilled to hear this. I actually have a plot, I have a storyline and characters and everything! Aren't I such an accomplished person?! Haha, well, we'll see if I can say that in, oh, two or three months... If you want to read little clips of it, I guess I might post something if someone asks me to...
I'm very tempted to tell you the hilarious dream I had last night... but I won't... it was just too weird, hilarious, yes, but weird too. Too weird.
Trying to come up with more to say...
Oh, I heard that in another Texas County a man was sentenced to life in prison for robbing a woman's house. He tied her up and locked her in the closet with her dog. "The crime?- putting a perfectly good dawg in the closet!" ("With a woman!")
And on that bombshell...haha,
See y'all later!
Samia
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Family Reunions
I haven't been to a family reunion in over five years. All of my extended family lives in New York, Texas, and New Jersey. There have been family reunions, in fact I think my Grandmother plans one every year, but I can't easily get to them. However, there will be a family reunion here in Texas on Father's day- but the thing is, it's not for my family. lol.
I'm so thankful for the family that has taken me in for the summer. They're including me in everything. I came expecting to take up a little space, eat a little food, and stay out of the way as much as possible. Either I'm not very good at sticking to what I plan or they have really gone above and beyond what I was expecting! I wish there was a way for me to repay them. I'll fill and empty the dishwasher, I'll vacuum the whole downstairs, I'll paint the porch, but is there more I can do? I go to work and when I get back I'm tired, but I still want to help (my body is the one who doesn't!). When I'm told to get out of the kitchen and stop helping- I don't know what to do! I want to help!
The family is going to a wedding this weekend, but my friend is staying behind because I have to work and they didn't want to leave me alone. I wonder if she's staying because they don't trust me (which is fine, I totally understand, I don't trust anyone) or if they honestly think I can't hold down the fort here. She wants to go, I know she does, and I wish I could do something about it. Oh well, it'll be a fun girls' weekend, I suppose.
Well, this post had no point.... I'm going to go play some piano before I head to work.
Inconclusively,
Samia
I'm so thankful for the family that has taken me in for the summer. They're including me in everything. I came expecting to take up a little space, eat a little food, and stay out of the way as much as possible. Either I'm not very good at sticking to what I plan or they have really gone above and beyond what I was expecting! I wish there was a way for me to repay them. I'll fill and empty the dishwasher, I'll vacuum the whole downstairs, I'll paint the porch, but is there more I can do? I go to work and when I get back I'm tired, but I still want to help (my body is the one who doesn't!). When I'm told to get out of the kitchen and stop helping- I don't know what to do! I want to help!
The family is going to a wedding this weekend, but my friend is staying behind because I have to work and they didn't want to leave me alone. I wonder if she's staying because they don't trust me (which is fine, I totally understand, I don't trust anyone) or if they honestly think I can't hold down the fort here. She wants to go, I know she does, and I wish I could do something about it. Oh well, it'll be a fun girls' weekend, I suppose.
Well, this post had no point.... I'm going to go play some piano before I head to work.
Inconclusively,
Samia
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