baby steps. . .

Baby steps. I take baby steps.

Unknown I think it's that unknown again that causes me to slow. But even so, that same unknown can spur the quick side of me to hastily close every door and window in fear of the "what if's." The unknown can also be an adventure. An adventure not only for the two, but for the two (both together with Him and alone with Him).

Peace. (Not the "Later dude" sort of peace, but the inner consciencious sense that comes from above, from not grieving Him, from aligning your heart/will with His.) That's all one needs.

#711
"And on I go not knowing
I would not if I might
I'd rather walk in the dark with God
Than go alone in the light
I'd rather walk by faith with Him
Than go alone by sight."

buns on the run

Ok, so I'm out with four other girls on my way to a college age mtg for church. This week marks the end of Fall Quarter so the mtg was held in one of the guy's trendy appartment in the Pearl District downtown. After entering the complex all clad in our various styles of clothing the five of us waited at the doors of the elevator. Two men (obvious co-dwellers of this residence) came and waited with us. "Oooo canned peaches!" He remarked regarding the box I was holding tightly to my chest. "Uhm, it's not peaches, it's Diet Pepsi," I replied feeling kinda stupid. Why!? Why did I feel like I had to justify my possessions? and the even bigger WHY?! was why did I get stuck with carrying this?! I looked like I had just gotten some goods from the homeless shelter. So the guy says, "Oooo, you guys are going to have a raging party upstairs tonight." and I had to proudly say, "Ya, and I even brought my sword." To which the man was a little too excited and bewithered and said, "A sword?! Really?!" "Yes, my sword," I reclarified and held up my New Testament loud and clear. To that I received a bunch of snickers complete with looks of surprise from the girls I was with and the two men said, "Well, Praise to the peaches!" and we were like, "Uhm, no. Sorry." In no time at all the elevator doors openned and we were trapped inside with these two blistering nosey men. It was then the same man noticed the bag of rolls that one of my friends was holding, "You sure have a whole lotta buns there. What are you going to do with those?!" *snicker, snicker* My God! Mister. Would you give it a rest already? Butt out! To which we were happy to have arrived on our floor and could further avoid such annoying banter only tollerable from people that you presently know. Upon leaving the elevator I couldn't help but call out, "You two have a good time tonight!" *wink*

Dorky Dippintush

Enjoy this little bit of silliness. . . The following in an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Underpants. And the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants" by Dave Pilkey. The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names...

Use the third letter of your first name to determine your new first name:

a = snickle
b = doombah
c = goober
d = cheesey
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = dumbo
h = farcus
i = dorky
j = doofus
k = funky
l = boobie
m = sleezy
n = sloopy
o = fluffy
p = stinky
q = slimy
r = dorfus
s = snooty
t = tootsie
u = dipsy
v = sneezy
w = liver
x = skippy
y = dinky
z = zippy

Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:

a = dippin
b = feather
c = giggle
d = burger
e = chicken
f = barffy
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = farkle
j = monkey
k = flippin
l = fricken
m = bubble
n = rhino
o = potty
p = hamster
q = buckle
r = gizzard
s = lickin
t = snickle
u = chuckle
v = pickle
w = hubble
x = dingle
y = gorilla
z = girdle

Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:

a = butt
b = boob
c = face
d = nose
e = hump
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = head
l = tush
m = chunks
n = dunkin
o = brains
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = doodle
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = frack
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = hiney
z = juice

Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is Fluffy Chucklefanny. And remember that children laugh an average of 146 times a day; adults laugh an average of 4 times a day. Put more laughter in your day.

Now that you have your new name leave me a comment with it and share in the silliness with me!

me, my bed, and my alarm clock

". . . as of recent this trio has been more of a curse than a blessing"
-- my brother.

now isn't that ironic

It's odd, but I had a dream the other night that I had a blog and as soon as I posted something there would be like 8 or 9 responses to it. Indeed that was a strange dream. Like that has ever happened. I'm not complaining here, honest. *wink* I just thought it was a pretty ironic dream to have. . . Considering I don't even think that eight people even know that I exist out here in the dub-ya, dub-ya, dub-ya, dub-ya (that's the wild-world-wide-web).

penny for your thoughts

true love endures

This one goes out to all those little sisters out there who may have idolized their older siblings but were pushed away.

True Love Endures

I used to try so hard to be your best friend
That's what sisters are supposed to be, right?
Blood is thicker than water.
But you pushed me away
Used me. Took advantage of me.
Hurt me -- yet again and again
I sprung from my hurt
Forgave you
Learned again to smile
In hopes that someday you'd love me
As much as I loved you.

Years passed.
Not much changed.
The hurts came
Again and again
And again I forgave.
But you still forgot me -- the truest friend you'd ever have.
You forgot me in your biggest day.
It hurt. I tried to "stuck it up"
But I cried, then wiped my eyes dry
Learned again to smile
By remembering that true love endures all things.

by: mlejane
copyright 1998

sleep...the lack thereof

Another poem related to one drunk on fatigue.

A Student's Sleep or the Lack Thereof

Life has been going by,
And I, as sleepily as ever
Endeavor to make it through the day
As the pressures of classes and papers and projects bind me.
Where did the light hearted days go?
Where did the restful nights descend?
How shall I function in the hour of your appearing
When faded I reflect upon the day?
Wearily I wonder the path of the day
Wishing to gain the strength to carry a full conversation,
To be a friend to those I still have,
And let them know they mean the world to me.
If only the day would lend its ever waking hours
I would ever be greatful and seek to repay it with my love and appreciation.
Behold! a new day dawns,
Awake!
Oh, awake!

by: mlejane
copyright 1998

of love and time

What say of love, the poet
When time comes
And takes his precious moments
In its ever waving arms
Only to leave him standing
Still
All alone
Constantly making his treasured moments
Just a thing of the past
Never letting him
Sit there
Stay there
Rest there
Never letting a moment last
Always stealing it right from his grasp
Labeling it "old"
A thing of the past.

by: mlejane
copyright 1998

what's love got to do with it?

Well, I would say that posting on people's blogs certainly does pay off. I posted a question on a stranger's blog and he gave me some very good advice. Who would have thought that I would be interested in what someone else thinks of love. *Wink*

Understand that your love isn’t an emotion, it’s more of what you are. When people say they love someone I wonder if they understand it completely. You like a certain color, you don’t know why, but you’ve liked it your whole life, even if you like a different color at one time in your life, you still have a favorite. Same with love, it’s a part of you. You love that person.

One thing that you said that really got to me was, “and while I have to carry on everyday without him, I find myself looking forward to the evening when we call and speak for hours.” The reason that struck me so deep is that, in the beginning, when me and Jessie were just friends, I said this. “It's not that I can’t breathe or live without her, its just that being with her makes it easier.” Taken from A Different Kind of 'Missing'.

someone crazy

Don't look now, M is doing something very crazy... Well back in her college days! Needless to say a very loud shriek followed the splash.

whee!

Yeah, using daddy's laptop is sure a lot of fun. Look at all the neat things I can do with it! Don't expect anything this "fun" for a while... using this toy is a rarity. It's too bad, isn't it? Oh well, such is life.

(Uhm, I kinda hijacked this computer from my dad when I came home late and found him asleep in front of the TV in his easy-chair and the laptop was unmanned on the end table. That means it's fair game, doesn't it?! I thought so. Just keep the smooth tunes playing over the speakers and lay a blanket over him... Zzzzz! *snort* ha ha ha... poor daddy.)

damn, who's the hottie?

Wendy you are a beautiful and brave woman. I love your new hair cut and dye. Enjoy it! It looks like a lot of fun. You go girl!

classic romance

jack vettriano (beach)
Originally uploaded by mle jane.

I've always loved this print of Jack Vettriano's dancing couple on the beach with servants and umbrellas. So brilliant in romantic colors.

I also like this one... Watch as he woos her.

make me a believer

i do believe in fairies. i do. i do. - wendy


"you're un-believe-able!"


"then i saw her face
now i'm a believer
i couldn't leave her
if i tried..." - the beetles

(substitute him for her, of course *wink*).