Catching Up
Posted by Rebecca Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:36:00 GMT
So I moved, I’m a nomad, and I have a new-to-me Honda CR-V.
I’m super duper thankful for all of G-d’s blessings.
I’m also perfectly ok with things settling down now. :)
The Dance
Posted by Rebecca Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:04:00 GMT
Last night while hanging out with my girlies there was discussion on feminine wiles etc.
One woman, who will be getting married soon, was asked for advice on how to catch a man.
She went into a long schpiel about this that and the other, and her knowledge on such matters was most impressive.
But honestly, I think when you meet someone that you click with, if there’s chemistry there, you just know what to do.
I haven’t “caught a man” in the sense that I’m getting married soon or whatever, but I’ve been in several relationships, and each had their own kind of chemistry (at least at the beginning) and I always knew what to do.
So ladies, don’t worry about your skills. They kick in when the time is right. Follow his lead and dance the dance. If nothing else, you’ll have some good times.
Just my two cents.
Helpless
Posted by Rebecca Thu, 23 Apr 2009 02:29:00 GMT
Helplessness.
It’s a feeling I utterly hate.
I hate it with a passion.
Hate it. Hate it hate it. Hate it hate it HATE IT hate it.
Did I mention I hate it?
What’s weird is that, even with all the chaos I’m facing in my own life, I don’t feel helpless about my stuff. It’ll be fine. I’m not terribly worried - just mostly annoyed that I have to deal with crap and can’t play in the sunshine all the time. No biggee, just life.
What I feel helpless about are other people and their crap. G-d decided to gift me with the ability to listen and people know I listen well. That means people talk to me. A lot. About their stuff. Which is fine. I want to be there for them. And I give a damn.
But I hate it when I can’t help. Maybe listening is all the help they need, but I want to be able to give them practical, useful advice. Or at least speak words of comfort to them, or something. But mostly, all I can say is I’m sorry.
I’m sorry things didn’t turn out the way you planned.
I’m sorry your dreams have come crashing down around you.
I’m sorry you lost a friend.
I’m sorry you’re chronically ill.
I’m sorry you worked your ass off, sacrificed a ton, and the payoff was low.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Maybe that’s enough for my friends, but for some reason, it’s just not enough for me.
I want answers. I want justice. I want balance.
I hate feeling helpless.
Yes, Please
Posted by Rebecca Wed, 22 Apr 2009 13:41:00 GMT
Tim Burton: Alice in Wonderland
Enough said.
The End is Near! The End is Near!
Posted by Rebecca Wed, 22 Apr 2009 13:03:00 GMT
Ha!
I just registered for my last two classes.
My last six hours.
The penultimate and the ultimate.
YEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!
Bizarre Classroom Phenomenon
Posted by Rebecca Mon, 20 Apr 2009 13:24:00 GMT
So I’ve noticed lately that there is a funky phenomenon in certain classroom settings, and it’s a phenomenon that makes no sense to my brain.
And yet, I participate in this phenomenon.
It goes something like this.
In English class, we’ll be discussing a poem or a section of text, and the prof will ask a REALLY obvious question. I say obvious because all you have to do to know the answer is look at the page and read it out loud.
I’m pretty sure everyone in the entire class knows the answer, but no one will speak up.
I don’t get it.
This also happened in Sunday school yesterday. The answers to the questions we were being asked were so dead obvious is was nearly absurd. And yet, no one would speak up.
I have a tendency to talk a lot and interject things whether they are correct or not, so I often will pause for a few seconds before making an answer, in case anyone else has something they want to say. But not yesterday. Yesterday I flat refused to speak up, even though a ridiculous amount of time had passed and it would have been totally fine to say the answer to the question.
But I’m not the only person in the class with a brain. I’m pretty sure everyone in the class who had a bible open to the passage we were discussing could have answered, but it took forever for people to speak up.
What’s the deal with this? I think it’s weird. I can understand silence when the question is particularly difficult or requires some level of introspection or critical thinking, but seriously, when the questions are easy you’d think everyone would blurt out the answers.
Strange.
2009: A Faith Oddity
Posted by Rebecca Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:58:00 GMT
No David Bowie pun intended. Really.
However, the Stanley Kubrick pun was completely intended.
Just so you know.
Anyway, I have felt for awhile that 2009 would have to end up being a better year than 2008. So far, it really has been.
I’m taking more risks. My soul is satisfied and the me who G-d made me to be is expressing herself more fully than ever before. I’ve been healed of some things. I’ve witnessed miracles in people’s lives. G-d is blessing me with his abundant riches in friends, at work, and financially. I am being financially blessed by G-d during a time when so many people are struggling. It’s incredible and I don’t deserve it. I’ve also lost weight and feel so much better physically and emotionally than I have in years.
There are new adventures on the horizon. The realistic hope of graduating from college (finally). The hope of visiting the Holy Land. New friends, new experiences.
There are a lot of really bizarre things happening as well.
First, there was the freak hail storm that pounded my CR-V into smithereens. Now, I’m packing up and moving my stuff to storage room and embarking on a couch-hopping adventure that could last anywhere from three weeks to three months. No car of my own and no place of my own.
These things are frightening but I know there is a blessing on the other side of them, a blessing that I have an inkling of but I can’t fully see how it will play out or to what extent I will be blessed. It’s painful. I will give up a great deal of freedom for it, and I have to be uncomfortable and unsettled for awhile. It’s a faith oddity. Scary, adventurous, tiring, and an absolute blast. I’m excited.
I’m excited because I’ve asked the L-rd to help me understand the height, width and depth of His love for me, and to teach me how to trust Him. So, He pulled the rug out from under my feet. It is scary, thrilling, and fun.
Honestly, I can’t wait to see what He’s going to do.
Gonna make some popcorn.
This is a show I don’t want to miss.
Socks, Prince's New Album, and a Watch
Posted by Rebecca Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:09:00 GMT
I went to Target last night to get a messenger bag and didn’t find one that I liked.
Instead, I walked out having purchased all of the above.
I must say, Prince’s cover of “Crimson and Clover” is pretty fab.
Holy Crap
Posted by Rebecca Mon, 06 Apr 2009 12:05:00 GMT
In the next three weeks, I have to do the following:
Pack all my crap.
Move all my crap.
Deal with school crap.
Deal with work crap.
Deal with church stuff.
Buy a car. Crap.
Organize various places to stay during May. Crap.
Maintain sanity.
Holy Crap.
Note To Self
Posted by Rebecca Wed, 01 Apr 2009 14:08:00 GMT
Never read serious blog entries early in the morning before you’ve had caffeine after staying up late to write a crummy paper.
It’s just not a good idea.