No More a Blogging Child

No More....

2007-07-05T15:22:00.000-07:00

I've switched to facebook, so there will be no more posts on this blog; its been fun.........

Random--inity 101

2007-01-09T13:43:00.000-08:00

◄◄ I recently saw Rocky Balboa in the theaters. I also finally watched King Kong on New Year's night... It definitely exceeded my expectations and *cough* my sister and I both shed a few tears towards the end.

◄◄ I was reminded of the distinctiveness of style among the writers in the Bible as I read through the book of Nahum; the intensive imagery that he utilizes, though not dissimilar to the rest of prophets, has its own unique mark that I found intriguing.

◄◄ Three words at the top of my chart: 'Solidarity', 'anonymity', and 'impetus'. Especially as: 'Spirit of solidarity', 'sense of anonymity', and 'impetus for peace'. Why? I don't know. :)

◄◄ The world feels small when -- far across the land in the home state and city of my father, lives a young lady who is also named Jenna Bushey; she is a student athlete like me, the same age range, and soon to be entering the college scene as well. Furthermore, we have cousins, aunts, and great aunts who share the same names, though no relation. Go figure!

◄◄ I have heard it said repeatedly that, however true it may be, each person has an unrelated look-alike living somewhere in the world. I can attest to that in whatever limited form by these two examples:
◄ I was in a public camping bathroom brushing my teeth or something of that sort, when in walks a 30yr-ish woman who commences staring at me as soon as she enters. Upon exiting her stall she, looking puzzled, recommences her staring though a little more discreetly. This continues for a seemly eternal length of time (a reality of about 40secs), when suddenly the light dawns and she kindly enlightens me as to why on earth she was staring. Apparently she had been convinced that I was her niece Kellie, but was puzzled as to why I showed no sign of recognition beyond a smile; she then remembered that her brother and sister had made no plans to camp so I couldn't be Kellie etc. When there is another girl n this world who, at that time, looked enough like me to fool her own aunt for several moments, I begin to wonder.
◄ As we sat down at a restaurant for breakfast on a different vacation, I looked across the aisle to the table next to us and was taken aback to see Janean's look-alike. They not only shared the same facial looks, right down to skin texture, eye brow shape and color, but their demeanor, speaking voice, and height (within an 1 1/2in difference) were all in perfect accordance. Three things only stood out as apparent differences between the two. Janean had at that time short and dark curly hair, while this lady had straight blonde hair that reached her waist. This lady's teeth were also shaped differently, though that did not detract from the congruency of their smiles, and had hands/fingers that were either already adept at playing the piano or had the potential, for they were quite long, slender, and looked used to regularly reaching over an octave and a half.

◄◄ I was reading this guy's profile to my sister for fun the other day and this is how it read (words in parentheses are my reactions):
~I never watch anything rated above G! (That is perfectly fine as a general rule and I can respect that, though there are many good moves rated above)
~I will not listen to any contemporary music whether hip hop or anything else.... (Well, you being a black dude makes that a little unusual but ok.) I only listen to hymns.....(and here is where he really blew it) I will not listen in general to CLASSICAL music though a rare few I will permit. (Now I could see everything up till that even though I do like my hip hop and Latin flavored music to chill to, but to say that he would not listen to classical music just blew me away!)

◄◄ How is it that even grown sensible people often react differently to "celebrities" than they do to "normal people"? Even though I am not star crazy like much of the World is, where a star -- just any star makes them go loco, I must admit that if Marion Jones or Sherone Simpson taped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey girl, I have been watching your running and you look like you have potential..." I would be completely ecstatic and would break into song as soon as I was out of hearing!
My case in point comes from several weeks ago when I was shopping in Seattle with Sara and my Aunt Linda. I had drifted away from them, into the Baby Phat Designers section when I felt a reverent tap upon my shoulder. I turned around to behold a Black lady and her age 15 or so son smiling at me expectantly, though the son was more shyly embarrassed than anything. Their expectance quickly turned to an slightly disappointed but almost relieved smile while the lady said, “Oh I’m so sorry, I thought you were the actress from the African Documentaries on the Disney channel, and though I don’t normally do this your side profile was so similar I just had too stop you; never knowing when you might run into someone like that.” Concluding with a few complements to myself that were far too flattering to be true, she called out a “Happy Holidays” as she disappeared just as suddenly as she came.

◄◄ While I have miraculously escaped the general “star craze”, I have not been as blessed when it comes to the majority of female Americans being suckers for foreign accents. It pains me to admit it but I am a complete sucker for anyone who has the slightest foreign accent. Maybe it is because I find other cultures so fascinating, and having someone with a recognizable accent is so intriguing. Or maybe it is because I enjoy exercising my talent at imitating accents, so meeting someone with one unheard by me before adds another challenge. Be that as it may when I usually meet someone with an accent, a feeling of ¼ awe and ¾ curiosity involuntarily sweeps over me. Combine the above with a kind and friendly entrepreneur’s ability to maneuver me verbally into a compliant corner and you have the handsome young Greek man of the center kiosk in a Seattle mall.
Sara and I always make a point to avoid the center kiosks but this time as we walked along preoccupied with laughing about something or other, it didn’t register that that crowd of people coming towards us on the left would push us right into the waiting arms (figuratively....sort of) of the handsome Kriano. “Free sample!” He called out, “you must try dis ladies it is...” As I caught one last glimpse of the fast fading shore of conscious reason, I saw Aunt Sharon and Rebekah standing on the shore holding up a sign that read “Blog post entitled: “The Hawker”, and knew our chance of monetary survival was slim indeed. In fact the current swept us away so swiftly that before I could reply, my shoulders were draped with the ‘herb filled heat roll’ and Kriano was deftly massaging them.
“May I ask how old you are?” said Kriano
I replied that I was seventeen and the massage came to a sudden close, while he asked us among other things, what we bought our mom for Christmas. Much to my chagrin, I was so nervous and embarrassed that even though we had just made a successful trip to Victoria’s Secret and other stores, all I could think of were the martini glasses we had bought elsewhere and equate them with.....“cool candle stuff”.
“Well isn’t dis much cooler den ar candle stuff? He bemusedly replied.
Haltingly I agreed that yes it was and, lightening bolt from heaven, we weren’t really interested and had to go. His spell lifted, we made a hasty dash for shore and arrived abit breathless, but safe and dry -- if burning cheeks don’t count.
Out of earshot we laughed at my apparent inability to deal with a good looking Greek vendor; agreeing that, if we had bought our mom only that candle stuff that presented it’s self to us in those stores, his product would have been “much cooler den ar candle stuff”.

A Short Ramble

2006-10-14T12:06:00.000-07:00

Through diverse and odd workings I suddenly found myself on the Miss World website perusing the various contestants. To be truthful I was slightly astonished at what I saw -- a preconceived impression of mine unceremoniously dashed away. I had always thought, that in order to represent one's country as the most beautiful/modelic woman breathing there, one had to be that most beautiful/modelic (B/M) woman. I had to laugh, for pictured on the pages before me were not only the B/M women, but also several women who were no more attractive then the average "Joe-ess"; infact, two or three could have been labeled as completely unlovely. That misunderstanding delightfully cleared up a "happy thought indeed" struck me -- several people I personally am acquainted with who not only by their facial beauty, but far more importantly by their Godly character far surpass the majority of Miss World contestants.

First it was our "inner child" now this.....

2006-10-13T11:45:00.000-07:00

“Inside of everyone is their own little bumblebee;
If we all search for our own little bumblebee,
then the world would a fuzzier place.
Have you found your own little bumblebee?
For help finding your own little bumblebee,
Call now at 1-800-GET-OLBB.”

Having entered the blogging world.....

2006-02-24T12:42:00.000-08:00

Whilst revamping my blog this morning, I happened to glance at the bar that reads, “Blogger since February 2005”; then came the revelation that I have been a blogger for a whole year complete. Though I have not been an especially faithful or frequent blogger and most likely never will be, I am optimistic that the next year of blogs by Jeea will contain at least some worthwhile tidings as to my actions in this world, as well as samples of my literary ventures. A good deal has taken place so far this year, but in the near future two key events may take place that will most definitely leave their mark upon my being. The realizing of a lifelong dream or the veritable crushing of the same, will most probably take place with the short span of the next three months. Additionally, in April I take my first steps into the extensive realm of college life where I shall find trusting in the Lord to be even more an imperative a command than now. How I measure up I know not, but I trust that with help from the Lord and the prayers of my family and friends life will eventually steer a course tendering more to the upwards than the down.

That said I wish to thank all of the readers of my often greer ramblings and hope that they will bear with me through the ensuing year

Washington State Judo championships

2006-02-02T20:19:00.000-08:00

Sara took an amazing first in her division -13 to 14 year olds. She competed against higher ranked players, as well as them being slightly heavier in weight. I was able to watch her final match and it was purely electric! The opposing girl was huge, not much lighter than the sumo girl from last time, and yet Sara still managed to rout her.
My perfomance was abit of a repeat of Sara's last comp. I was unable to eat much before hand and that showed immediately. Though I fought well, it lacked stamina and endurance which landed me the bronze medal due only to a round robin division. The girls in my division were awesome. It turns out the gold medalist hung out with a friend of mine's little brother years ago- its quite disconcerting to be beaten by someone you've retained in your mind as a short litle kid of seven, but who is now big enough (5'9-10) and experienced enough to take you down. The silver medalist and I got along quite well and I had a great time chatting with her, we both are most likely going out for track this year. :) All in all it was a great competition. Losing is never better when you like the person beating as well as them having a great attitude about it.

2006-01-27T21:18:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow morning around 5 am or so, we leave for Kent to compete in the Washington State Judo Championships. Its only our, Sara and mine's, second competition so we are still abit jittery. We'll post on our results and the whole experiance soon after Monday.

Wish us luck!

P.s. If there is no such thing as luck then do I say "Wish us blessings?" lol??

Our version of Cowgirl Up

2005-11-19T16:47:00.000-08:00

This pic was taken of us in the Roy Roger's and Dale Evans Museum. We later found out that the hats we were wearing were $60-100ish, so we are really quite valueable in this picture.lol

This pic ky celeb look lol of Sara and Courtney

2005-11-19T16:43:00.000-08:00

Bazern!!!

2005-11-19T16:41:00.000-08:00

Ok, I had a really long post and it got deleted, because I timed out on login time.

Maybe I'll attempt a retry later, but for now I am too teee'd to try!

Quite funny

2005-11-19T16:35:00.000-08:00

Check the link below for short alien video; its rather funny.

http://www.navone.org/HTML/AlienSongDownload.htm

Click on the bottom most option "higher quality Version"

Goda!

2005-11-19T15:48:00.000-08:00

Oh boi--where to begin? Ah yes.....

We arrived home to our seemingly colossal mansion of a house at two-thirty in the morning on Sunday, and despite exaustion and bouts of sickness, three weeks later we are so into the swing of things that it seems like at least a year since we left. A month and a half may seem like an intermitable amount of time to be absent from ones home, but even though there were several focal points in the trip the event as a whole it is such a whirl in the past that it is a bit difficult to relay the many exciting times that we had. That is one of the main reasons, besides being busy, why Sara and I have not made as quick a motion to retell the somewhat lengthy narrative of our trip. Piece by piece we will eventually give you the general idea, but it may take a little time as our leisure time spent on the computer is quite limited.
To start you all off here is a few piccies.

Pictures

2005-06-20T09:42:00.000-07:00

Below are a few pictures that Wendy took when we all (Camariggs, Josh Neff family, and us Busheys) went to Desception Pass, La Conner, and Fort Casey for Memorial day.

Dorky me and Reggie the sternly cute one

2005-06-20T09:39:00.000-07:00

Since I posted such a supposedly aweful picture of Sara (see group piccie below), here is a most serious picture of Reggie and I.

Katlyn the strong and mighty

2005-06-20T09:33:00.000-07:00

A big smile from Allison

2005-06-20T09:29:00.000-07:00

Andrea, Reagen, Jonathan, David, Allison, Sara, Katlyn, and I

2005-06-20T09:23:00.000-07:00

Sara and Andrea are going to kill me for posting these pictures! Help me Beka!!<

Jonathan and Allison

2005-06-20T09:17:00.000-07:00

Johnathan C and Allison N

Notification

2005-06-14T09:30:00.000-07:00

In the next few posts I am hoping to introduce some topics for discussion. Some of the topics may be quite trivial, while others may be more serious. Through all of them though, I would appreciate your opinions via comments.

Until then,

Jenna

I love Kite surfing already!

2005-05-20T11:45:00.000-07:00

You Should Try Kite Surfing

Surfing to the extreme!
Catch some air, but don't get carried off!

What Extreme Sport Should You Try?

The Judo Run Down: Falling and Techniques

2005-05-18T17:24:00.000-07:00

Make sure that you've read formor post below (The Judo Run down: Warm up) before you read this one.

The first one was one that we (Sara and I) had been introduced to only last week, but which I was told by one of the Sensei, I was doing quite well on. If that sounds like boasting (which it isn’t meant to be), just keep reading and you’ll see some extremely pride bashing things that I did.
Fall # 2. In this fall you stand with your legs spread apart like a partial splits; arms up so that your elbows are even with the middle of your ribcage and your palms are a few inches in front of, and to the side of your face, while being in a straight line with your elbow. You then let yourself fall straight forward landing on your ‘elbow to palm’ (not just your elbow) and ‘ball of your feet forward’, making sure that you turn your face to the left so it doesn’t get squashed.

The mechanics down, the first time I did it I jutted my stomach out so far that it alone hit the ground, much to the amusement of my parents and a Sensei. The second time the knees and elbows fell victim to my clumsiness, but the third time I got everything right except that I forgot to turn my head. Oh well, I would rather see straight on the floor rushing up to meet the space four inches from my face then see it out of my peripheral vision.

After various falls we went on to the two line stand off, where we practice individual moves with a partner, twenty times each, and then rotate to another person until we reach the end of the line and its our turn to count. O-soto-gari, O-goshi, and O-uchi-gari were the three main techniques that Sara and I were working on, so every time we moved to a more advanced partner, who was everybody but Ethan, we had to explain what we were working on while trying not to forget what they were called. There were the times when you thought they said the right technique and then realized in the middle of it that it was totally a different one. We eventually go through it and had a lot of fun with it.....Then came Randori, which is free practice.

The Judo Rundown: The Warm up

2005-05-18T17:22:00.000-07:00

“Just keep your form and you’ll make it. Keep your form.....keep your form....”

Taking a quick glance at my form as I glided past the mirror was encouraging; coupled with the rhythmic motion of Sara’s braid as it went back and forth across her Je (Gee) kept me focused and able to complete the forward running warm up. We then ran backwards a couple laps, sideways (facing in and out), and then continued forward running until Sensei Mark called out to hit the floor for pushups. After twenty of these and a small stretch, we went back to running until the, for me, dreaded word “Crunches” was called out.

“Ichi, Ni, San, Shi, Go, Roku, Shichi, Hachi, Ku, Ju....Ju, Ku, Hachi, Shichi, Roku, Go, Shi, San, Ni, Ichi.”

Eight people right after one another, counted to ten and back while we all crunched away those sit-ups. Needless to say, by the time we finished eighty and were ready for a couple stretches, I had already skipped out on a few. Call me weak if you will, but I’ll take two hundred and sixteen squats over eighty crunches any day.Anyways, after those hideous sit-ups we then went back to joyous running where I decided to lengthen myself out a little by passing a few people up just to keep it fun and it worked. By the time we were ready to stop I was already in the “Marion Jones” mindset and ready for a fast 100m....Well, not quite J. In reality I was leaning against the wall slowly calming my breathing (like everyone else); to busy to realize that I was the second inline for Ukemi (learning to fall) exercises

THE POSTS ARE COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-05-11T10:32:00.000-07:00

My Hair day

2005-04-12T20:03:00.000-07:00

Today was awesome!! I did what I do at least once a year, and that was go to Nalovah's (Zora's Braids and More). My hair was really needing something to be done with it as it has been a whole year and a month since the last treatment. It was so bad I was starting to get a natural fro in it if I didn't use two handfuls of gel every morning. Talk about an expensive way to live... and besides that it used to stick a literal eight to twelve inches out from my head it had so much volume and frizz.
Well anyways, today I went in and got a relaxer put on it. That process takes about an hour or so, and then after that she cut it and layered it. It feels so good not to have such heavily volumed hair!!
Nalovah truly is the wonderwoman of the hair world!! I absolutely love her! No one else I have gone to can handle my hair like she does! She is also an awesome person to be with, with her COOL accent (she was born in Comoros{thats an island near South Africa} and lived in France) and infectious laughter, she makes you feel comfortable with her immediately.

IF you can't already tell that I am happy, then I AM HAPPY. Ok now I'm scaring you right?

Kinu elle est après beau oui?

2005-04-12T09:47:00.000-07:00

Exerpt from the Prophet # 2

2005-03-31T12:27:00.000-08:00

Joy and Sorrow

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

I hope you guys realize that I am not holding K.Gibron.K up as absolute truth, rather I just find his works interesting and sometimes thought provoking. That said I welcome your comments on it.

Presenting.....KiJay and Teedee. Otherwise known as Bek and Sara

2005-03-26T09:42:00.000-08:00

"We are Cooler!!"

"We be also so Che by the way!"

"We be KiJay and Teedee the anti-twins!"

All the kids in the cafeteria turned to stare at the two newcomers who had so boldly proclaimed their presence.

"Who in the world are they?" asked the class queen eyeing down the new competition.

" They look like Selma Hayek's cousins." stated a little red head.

"Not even close man!" came the quick rejoiner from a nearby Goth. "They...they, look like...Nobodies.

"Neither nor my friend." said KiJay in a diplomatic tone. " We are the younger sisters of......Brad Pitt. Never the less, we are unique individuals, and we are the only me's that there will ever be. We..my friends," she said bowing her head and putting her hand over her heart. "are us"

"Yah we are uniques!!" said Teedee joining in.

"Pshut!" exclaimed KiJay.

"Hey now!" returned Teedee

Really I have no idea where this stupid post was going, except maybe further on the road of stupidity.
Seriously, I hope to have a more profound post later on, but I just haven't had time for a detailed discussion on "Little Bo-peep" as Erin suggested.

Farewell..

Hi this is Jenna, I am out expanding my horizons. Leave me a comment...

Whats up?

2005-03-16T20:54:00.000-08:00

Ok I try to have something new and exciting (I'm not sure about the exciting) on pretty soon.
I just haven't had any divine inspiration lately...lol

The IHopian Conflict - wherein I achieve victory.

2005-03-05T13:12:00.000-08:00

Some of you may have heard this story before, but to others it may be quite foreign and somewhat amusing.
As you all know I am somewhat of a shy person (somewhat?) and I tend to talk as little as possible in public. In fact, up until I was twelve or thirteen I hated to order my food when my family would go out to restaurants. Pretty backward I know. Thankfully I am over that, but since I made such an image of it as a kid, my mom will still catch herself asking me what I want to order and then relaying it to the waitress out of pure habit. Frankly I don't mind, because I would rather the waitress be able to hear the order the first time, then have to repeat it to her a second time which "sometimes" happens when I order.
Well anyways, enough background. The story begins when my Dad most kindly offered to take us (Sara, my friend Amanda, and I) to a quick and very early breakfast at the IHop, before taking us to work at one of his spec houses. Before I continue you must know that Sara and I are not wild about going out to breakfast, and I personally abhor all IHops (I had before made a metal note to never step foot in one again). But since our Dad was graciously try to initiate a "Father, daughters & friend time", I desperately tried to stifle the negative comments about the restaurant that came flowing to my mind and tried to enjoy the moment. Enter our waitress. As soon as we sat down and had waited but a couple moments, over she walked, or more like condescendingly swaggered. I immediately knew that I did not like her, but left a space open through which she could redeem herself just in case my first impression was wrong. She was a low joint kinda waitress, BTW I am sure that there are many IHopian waitresses who show very careful attention to their wardrobes and external cleanliness, but this lady was not one of them. This lady seemed to be trying to make a statement that she was on the "grungy" and "the most rude I can be" doorstep just because she felt like it, and that anyone who wasn't, was inferior to her. As soon as she left our table to return when we were ready to order, we were all looking at eachother like, "What was her problem?" Well right then and there I had an extremely "naughty" revelation. It was, that I was going to teach that lady a lesson. I was going to give her the most wicked British accent I could muster at the time which would leave her floored!! With these thoughts I waited nervously until she came back for our orders. Finally it was my turn. I looked her straight in the eye and smiled the most saintly smile I could think of and said "Um I th'nk alav a wee bit a th'Colossal omelet If y'will? I will never be able to convey in words how well it sounded, but I used the thickest Yorkshire/Wales accent that I could. Of course it achieved the desired affect and the waitress was speechless. Unfortunately it achieved some results I hadn't taken into account of. Sara was a gray statue with an extremely open mouth, Mandy turned bright red and stared at me with saucer-wide eyes, while my Dad unsuccessful tried to stifle the small gasp that naturally proceeded from his astonished mouth.
I wish I could say that I kept The Triple C's (Cool,Calm, and Collective) composure as well as the deadly accent when the waitress gathered her former haughter and asked me to repeat the order, but I just couldn't keep it at its former frequency and replied with a very weak accent (not even mentioning the "felt like" burning cheeks and the table glued eyes). Needless to say, as soon as she left and was out of hearing range we all burst into a "quiet" fit of laughter and questions flew from them to me.
Later on while the meal was progressing, I happened to glance over at the cooking area and embarrassment of all embarrassment! The waitress was relaying our little incident to two 20 or 22 yr old guys, who were then craning their heads curiously back and forth to look at me while the waitress was most indiscreetly pointing me out to them!! I almost died, but before I sank through the floor, I suddenly realized something. I would most likely never see those three people again, so I shouldn't give a bloom'n rip what they thought!! It worked!! I looked right at those two guys and smiled. I almost waved, but thought better of it (who knows what they might think I was trying to convey) . It mattered little anyways, because the smile embarrassed them enough for them to drop their gaze and they spun around on their bar-stools in a hurried and confused manner.
We left after all was done. Victory?!

Check this out!!

2005-03-04T13:04:00.000-08:00

Oh this site is going to make you guys steam!! It is http://www.idrewthis.org/.

Longings

2005-03-03T17:47:00.000-08:00

Sooo down... sooo down. It was a phrase that was very common in the old days (very old days) between me cousin, sister and myself. It resolved many a fight and usually reduced us to helpless fits of laughter, but for what reasons I know not. Just suffice it to say that we lived most simply back then.
Simple days equaled simple pleasures. There were the days of orphanage and promenades , and sometimes we were able to persuade Mark to join in on some of our more mature activities, like Chef on the Reimers's woodpile and GUNS. We even had our own patented and famous dishes. There was Beka's carrot-top dish, which sometimes made our mouths water (if it was close to lunch:). And then there was my master piece, the illustrious French dish made with clay and "wheat".
Those were the days of peace and eternal prosperity in the mind of a five year old. The days when being a Christian just meant that you prayed to God at night, went to church with Mom and Dad, and obeyed all the big people in all that was right.
But now I am sixteen years old and expectations of me are alittle different. And as things begin to close in and our eyes are made to open wider, life begins to hold very little pleasure. And I must confess, that at times I have wished to go back to the days of blissful childhood.
Oh well.. a tear and a sigh for the days gone by.

Hurrah!!!

2005-03-02T19:34:00.000-08:00

My dear little sister has just officailly joined the world of Blogging! Hurrah!! We should be thankful!! We should bellow it out at the top of our lungs!! Thank you!! Thank you! THANK YOU!!!
Yes I know that you are thinking I am mentally ill or something, but I am far from it !! Rather I am just overjoyed that you will now be the recipiants of the greatness that flows from my little sister's mind.. jk

Farewell!

Exerpt from The Prophet # 1

2005-02-28T16:53:00.000-08:00

Friendship

Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "yea." And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks ought but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught. And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Departures

2005-02-25T19:07:00.000-08:00

They are gone... My cousin Christian and his family are back in CA tonight, and to quote something from the movie 'Pride and Prejudice, "We are all in uproar" lol. Rather, the whole house resounds with a heavy and strangely abnormal silence. It is a silence that comes many times a year, and yet I never seem to like it any better.
Anyways, on a more happy note, tomorrow I am off to Seattle to see my aunt and uncle. Now I must say goodnight, as I must get my beauty sleep so I can hit the streets of Seattle in perfect swing!! lol

A Beginning

2005-02-23T18:28:00.000-08:00

"A beginning however humble and insignificant is still a beginning, and
unlike an end, it still hold a chance for future greatness." Nenya Klentari

As I begin to write, I hope that that saying holds true for my future postings on this site. Anyways, I welcome you to view a somewhat cloudy portal into the mind of a.....well its not a genious sooo..... into the mind of an INFP (haha). In the future I hope to entertain and challenge you with.......many things. Wow that was loaded. lol