As you see

I added a news ticker, cause I wanted to.
I also added a quiz. A friend on MySpace had one and I thought it was kinda neat, so...

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

While I thought I had gone through the vast majority of changes in my life, I'm still changing.

I'm more tolerant of things I was not formerly tolerant of and less tolerant of things I was previously tolerant of (go figure).
I seem to be more sympathetic.
I'm far more willing to show and share my emotions.
I'm still standoffish if I don't know you, but I warm up a bit quicker than I used to.
I'm more trusting.
I am softer (so sayeth a few friends).

I have looked, delved, and explored; trying to find the answer as to why. From what I can see, I place the blame for all the above on the shoulders of one person. I want to be a better person. Not a different person. I'm still me, just a better me.

That really is so not like me. I've always been fine with who I am. I've never felt the need to have someone in my life. If there was a special someone, great. If there wasn't a special someone, that was fine too. My company has always been sufficient. I enjoy me, my likes, dislikes and quirks.

He's the most gentle person I've ever known. He's very passionate about the things he loves, and would not hesitate to shoot someone breaking into his home, but the side I get to see, the one he hides from most others, is the most amazing person. Not that he is perfect, far from it. He can be a supreme ass, no doubt about that. He has a temper for sure. It may take a lot to light that fuse, but once lit, it's time to run for cover - where then I can giggle(to myself only and only if I'm not the one that just lit that fuse) at just how red his face is and look for the smoke that is soon to be pouring from his ears a la Saturday morning cartoons. But I've only lit that fuse twice thank goodness and both of those times were misunderstandings. He figured out I am not a mind reader though and misunderstandings won't be a problem any longer. I owe him more than I can ever repay.

Now back to changes. With the changes I have gone through, I've grown in a different direction than I ever anticipated. I hate to say it because it sounds so snobby, but, I've evolved. That is the best way to describe it. Evolving however means there are certain things (or people) that need to be reevaluated. That's the hard part. I am a much different person today than I was 5 years ago, hell, even 2 years ago. That is going to require a lot of thought.

Here it is Spring and I'm looking at a different kind of Spring cleaning.

The perfect present

I did see this really cool bottle of some liquor at Spec's the other day. hummm

How cool is this

All the third graders at my 8yo's school went to the Museum of Fine Arts today for a field trip. They went to see The Masterpieces of French Painting on loan from The Metropolitan Museum of Art: 1800-1920.

A quote from the MoFA page:

Over 50 paintings by Édouard Manet, Claude Monet, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Edgar Degas, Camille Pissarro, Alfred Sisley, Paul Cézanne, and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec show the breadth and depth of the revolutionary vision shared by the members of this group. Among the most outstanding paintings are Manet´s Boating (1874), Monet´s La Grenouillère (1869) and Bridge over a Pool of Water Lilies (1899), and Degas´s The Dancing Class (probably 1871).

Highlights from the Post-Impressionist period include Cézanne´s The Gulf of Marseilles Seen from L´Estaque (c. 1885), Paul Gauguin´s mystical Ia Orana Maria (Hail Mary) (1891) and Vincent van Gogh´s expressive Cypresses (1889). Works by Pierre Bonnard and Edouard Vuillard represent the Nabis movement, and works by Henri Matisse, including Reclining Odalisque (1926) and a selection of Pablo Picasso´s paintings on the cusp of Cubism round out the exhibition.

So anyway, she loved it. That just excites me to no end. She said she loves Van Gogh.

See, I told ya, way cool!

The Man in the Glass

This was in Dear Abby today. I had never read it, but I like it.

The Man in the Glass(Author Unknown)

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what THAT man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people might think you're a straight-shootin' chum
And call you a wonderful guy.
But the man in glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

realizations

I had seen this before, but could not remember it all, I was glad to see someone had it. Oh the wonders of the internet. It fits for now.

When someone is in your life for a reason, it is usually to meet a need. You or they have come to assist through a difficulty, to provide encouragement, guidance and support, to aid physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that the need has been met, the desire fulfilled, the work is done, and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a season, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done before. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season, and once the season is over, it is time to move on again.

Lifetime relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. You grow together for a lifetime, and share deeply. This type of relationship is lifelong and lasting, and if we value it, can be a great treasure.

Sensitivity

How is it that some in this world are so damned sensitive. I just don't get it most of the time. Sure, when stuff is going on that has you stressed, it is understandable, but the people that are sensitive with or without said stress, I just don't get.

My sister for example. She is always sensitive, ALWAYS. No matter what it is, she is going to turn whatever into a personal attack against her. If you tell her she missed a button, she's a blind dumbass. If you ask her to not wear perfume because you are allergic to it, then you feel she is a fool for wasting money on smelly water.

How do these people get by in life? Are they constantly running for the bathroom so people don't see them crying? Do they cry in front of everyone to garner sympathy? Do they run off and eat worms in a corner? Or are these the people that finally lose it and shoot up the local fast food restaurant?

I just don't get it. Granted, I'm not a super sensitive person and it does take a bit to hurt my feelings, but sheesh, nut up people.

Musing stuff

I will forever and alwyas think of JoJo when the word musing is somehow brought up.


1. Doing a survey thingy and one of the things was 'what is something really weird about you'. I couldn't really think of anything right then, but it hit me a bit ago: If I'm at home and I don't know you are coming over and you just show up, I won't answer the door. My own sister found that one out the hard way. I think that is probably weird, but I don't care. I think it is the epitome of rudeness to not call ahead.


2. I've heard some men worry about only having 5". Well, I cut 5" off my hair tonight and let me tell you, 5" is a LOT!


3. The burn on my forearm is really itching now.


4. A friend of mine and myself are planning a crawfish boil. We are gonna have it at another friend's cabin. We haven't told her yet. Hopefully she thinks that's a good idea.


5. I just realised how hypocritical I sound comparing 1 and 4. Oh well. It's not like we are gonna show up, pot in one hand, crawfish in the other.


6. Polar bear cubs are just the cutest things!!!

To expand further

I really wanted to go. I'm fairly disappointed that I'm not going. In hindsight though, it was probably best I didn't go. The guy working with us had become a MAJOR pain in the ass. As I was melting chocolate the other night, trying to show a guy (a very sweet kid) a few things, PITA walked up and pushed me out of his way. Yeah, I said pushed me. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a push. I wasn't expecting it, it made me stumble about 2' backwards. Now, given the location I was, I really couldn't do anything, because if I would have done something it would have most likely ended up in assault charges. I instead, walked away, found a friend and told him, he calmed me down and that's a good thing. I suppose I am getting my revenge by having to back out at the last minute as the hotel room we were to share is now 100% on his head. He will have his ass handed to him in NYC. I do wish I could be there to see that, but bestfriend will be able to tell me all about it. I hope all his stuff makes the trip in tact so that the judges can tell him just how horrible his stuff looks. Didn't want to listen to the 4 experienced people. He knows everything and can do everything better, PITA that he is. After 2 solid months of work, busting my ass, a couple of hours of sleep a night, not seeing my family, barely getting homework done, and not being able to shake this cold, I guess I will finally be able to relax. Stress is now gone, hopefully the knots in my shoulders, back, and neck will follow.

Is it bad that I'm hoping the judges ream his ass out?