I'm trying to make my blog cool, so that means it has to be lame for awhile while it is in process (ironic). Just ignore when it says weird things, except for the ones that I personally write.
And just imagine it...
One day you'll just be all sitting at your computer like normal, googling away when you decide to click on my blog. Then out of nowhere you will suddenly get blasted right in the face with a huge gust of awesomeness and you will just sit there stunned, blinking awesomeness out of your eyes. I hear you're never the same after getting wind-whipped with awesomeness.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
If I Could Create My Own Heaven
This one is for all you downers out there. A good exercise for me when I'm all sad and mopy is to think about how I would want things to be if I could make them exactly perfectly the way I wanted (regardless of the time/space continum, gravity, or any other limitations that might otherwise get in my way). It is times like those that I will write a story called "The Best Day Ever" or "If I Could Do Anything for 1 Month" or something of that nature. It always puts me in a much better disposition. This post is one such story (written awhile ago- don't worry, I'm not all sad today). And now, for your viewing entertainment (if you promise not to make fun of me) I present...
If I could create my own heaven, this is how it would be…
To start with, the weather would be like Seattle rainy one day and San Diego sunny the next. It would just change randomly between the two. It would be in a big city like San Francisco or Seattle , but safe of course and when you turn certain corners you could just walk right into the wilderness. Around the corner on Pine St. for example, you could walk a few feet and step onto a beach and around the corner on Broadway Rd , you would end up in a grassy meadow by a lake. But for the most part, I would reside in the city. I would probably venture to the more natural parts on the sunny San Diego days. During the rest of the time, I would dance-walk all around the city while listening to my “sky” ipod. That means that it would work just like an ipod (I can choose the songs, and only I can hear it- unless I want others to), except there would be no actual ipod, the music would just come from the sky like on a movie soundtrack. I could skip around to the music and no one would think I was weird. And it would never break and I would always have the songs on there that I wanted in the perfect playlists.
I would read tons of books and they would always be the best books ever and I would never get impatient about reading- I would savor every minute of it. I would curl up on my cozy pillow chair by my window overlooking the city, with the grassy meadow and rolling hills in the distance and read while it was raining outside in the afternoon. When it started to clear up, I would get dressed in a flowy, swirly skirt and skip-dance to my sky ipod over to the beautiful flower coffee shop to meet one of my friends. We would stay and laugh and talk about books and music for hours. And then Jesus would pop by and sit with us for awhile, answering all our questions about those darned "grey areas" in life and about philosophical issues that went over our heads during life, but that we can now understand with flawless precision (I do realize that only putting Jesus into a couple of hours of my Heaven makes me quite unspiritual, I know all of you would write stories about how you worshipped him for hours on end until your vocal chords got swollen shut and then you would continue to worship him through your fasting ritual until your stomaches shrivelled up- yes, you are all more holy than I am).
Then we would go over to another friend's house and decorate cupcakes with the window open, listening to the rain. We would have a funny girly movie on that we would run in to watch at our favorite parts. When the cupcakes were done, we would take some canvases down to the very green park along with our yellow and pink umbrellas and we would paint the tiny birds that hopped along the grass by our feet. After that we would go back to my friend's house and fall asleep just listening to the rain. After waking up from my nap, I would then skip along home with my sky music and take a hot bath.
Scottie would then return home from his day of fishing at the creek with his best friend and we would get ready to go over to the pizza stand for dinner. Along the way, we would start laughing so hard that I would have to sit down in the middle of the sidewalk just to try and breathe. We would take forever to get where we were going because we would keep getting distracted by places we wanted to go and people to talk to along the way. We would finally get our dinner and go to the top of a grassy, rolling hill that is just around the corner from Main Street where, we would watch the sunset.
To end the day, we’d walk back into town and go to a dance party with all of our friends in a garden on top of a 10 story building in the city. We’d break from dancing only to take pictures, sip our smoothies, or play with our friend’s monkey, Charlie. Then we’d go right back to dancing to the music from our sky ipod that everyone could now hear.
If I Could Create My Own Heaven
If I could create my own heaven, this is how it would be…
To start with, the weather would be like Seattle rainy one day and San Diego sunny the next. It would just change randomly between the two. It would be in a big city like San Francisco or Seattle , but safe of course and when you turn certain corners you could just walk right into the wilderness. Around the corner on Pine St. for example, you could walk a few feet and step onto a beach and around the corner on Broadway Rd , you would end up in a grassy meadow by a lake. But for the most part, I would reside in the city. I would probably venture to the more natural parts on the sunny San Diego days. During the rest of the time, I would dance-walk all around the city while listening to my “sky” ipod. That means that it would work just like an ipod (I can choose the songs, and only I can hear it- unless I want others to), except there would be no actual ipod, the music would just come from the sky like on a movie soundtrack. I could skip around to the music and no one would think I was weird. And it would never break and I would always have the songs on there that I wanted in the perfect playlists.
I would read tons of books and they would always be the best books ever and I would never get impatient about reading- I would savor every minute of it. I would curl up on my cozy pillow chair by my window overlooking the city, with the grassy meadow and rolling hills in the distance and read while it was raining outside in the afternoon. When it started to clear up, I would get dressed in a flowy, swirly skirt and skip-dance to my sky ipod over to the beautiful flower coffee shop to meet one of my friends. We would stay and laugh and talk about books and music for hours. And then Jesus would pop by and sit with us for awhile, answering all our questions about those darned "grey areas" in life and about philosophical issues that went over our heads during life, but that we can now understand with flawless precision (I do realize that only putting Jesus into a couple of hours of my Heaven makes me quite unspiritual, I know all of you would write stories about how you worshipped him for hours on end until your vocal chords got swollen shut and then you would continue to worship him through your fasting ritual until your stomaches shrivelled up- yes, you are all more holy than I am).
Then we would go over to another friend's house and decorate cupcakes with the window open, listening to the rain. We would have a funny girly movie on that we would run in to watch at our favorite parts. When the cupcakes were done, we would take some canvases down to the very green park along with our yellow and pink umbrellas and we would paint the tiny birds that hopped along the grass by our feet. After that we would go back to my friend's house and fall asleep just listening to the rain. After waking up from my nap, I would then skip along home with my sky music and take a hot bath.
Scottie would then return home from his day of fishing at the creek with his best friend and we would get ready to go over to the pizza stand for dinner. Along the way, we would start laughing so hard that I would have to sit down in the middle of the sidewalk just to try and breathe. We would take forever to get where we were going because we would keep getting distracted by places we wanted to go and people to talk to along the way. We would finally get our dinner and go to the top of a grassy, rolling hill that is just around the corner from Main Street where, we would watch the sunset.
To end the day, we’d walk back into town and go to a dance party with all of our friends in a garden on top of a 10 story building in the city. We’d break from dancing only to take pictures, sip our smoothies, or play with our friend’s monkey, Charlie. Then we’d go right back to dancing to the music from our sky ipod that everyone could now hear.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Home is Where You Make It
So it looks like "Midtown on Main" is going to be the place we call home. Well either home or work depending on how you look at it. We will finally have a 2 bedroom (tiny as it may be) so that Scottie has an actual office, rather than a wall for his workspace and we will be working for our keep (aka free rent) through the CARES team program. That means we will be planning events for our apartment complex community in exchange for this free apartment. It is a great incentive for us to be doing what we should already be doing anyways- loving our neighbors. We can count up to 10 hours of volunteer time towards our hours every month, so please get ready for BBQ's, movie nights, swap meets, etc.! Aww, come on, it will be fun I promise! :-)
Both Scottie and I could not be more excited about the complex manager. It is so obvious that she cares more about the people and using our program to help them, than she does about resident retention, getting rent paid on time, etc. She is also working very hard to clean up the property and undo a lot of damage that was done by the last management company.
The people there seem pretty awesome as well. They are a wide variety of people and the manager said they are completely thrilled by the smallest efforts put forth towards doing something special for them. They almost had an aneurysm when free Popsicles were handed out to them. Nothing like being appreciated for the ministry you do! We figured that in the other complex we were looking at moving to, the people probably wouldn't eat free Popsicles unless they were sugar free and organic. So we seem to be going to the right place for us and we wouldn't have it any other way... Well unless of course there was a complex available with the same cool people and WITHOUT the mustard yellow appliances, fake wood panel cabinets, and tiny rooms! Looks like I'm going to have to learn to live in 1982 and like it.
Here's the complex! Learn to love it because we expect you all to be around reminiscing about the about the 80's decor with us quite frequently!
Both Scottie and I could not be more excited about the complex manager. It is so obvious that she cares more about the people and using our program to help them, than she does about resident retention, getting rent paid on time, etc. She is also working very hard to clean up the property and undo a lot of damage that was done by the last management company.
The people there seem pretty awesome as well. They are a wide variety of people and the manager said they are completely thrilled by the smallest efforts put forth towards doing something special for them. They almost had an aneurysm when free Popsicles were handed out to them. Nothing like being appreciated for the ministry you do! We figured that in the other complex we were looking at moving to, the people probably wouldn't eat free Popsicles unless they were sugar free and organic. So we seem to be going to the right place for us and we wouldn't have it any other way... Well unless of course there was a complex available with the same cool people and WITHOUT the mustard yellow appliances, fake wood panel cabinets, and tiny rooms! Looks like I'm going to have to learn to live in 1982 and like it.
Here's the complex! Learn to love it because we expect you all to be around reminiscing about the about the 80's decor with us quite frequently!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Welcome one and all to the exciting world of grown up Breanna...
It looks like I am growing up. I have moved from myspace (bypassing the facebook stage) straight into blogging. I am not sure who will actually read my blog because most of my friends are still spending their time posting "what's up?!" comments to 135 people they haven't seen in in 8 years. But you are here for whatever reason and to that I say, welcome and thanks for taking the time to read my blog!
I don't have any kids, I have lived in the same city my whole life, and I have not watched any new TV shows in the last 5 years. All that to say, this blog may prove quite boring. But I'm hoping my writing style will mask the lack of content and you will all have a wonderful time following along with my clever rhetoric and distracting yourselves from work or any other annoying tasks that are waiting for you back in your own life.
I don't have any kids, I have lived in the same city my whole life, and I have not watched any new TV shows in the last 5 years. All that to say, this blog may prove quite boring. But I'm hoping my writing style will mask the lack of content and you will all have a wonderful time following along with my clever rhetoric and distracting yourselves from work or any other annoying tasks that are waiting for you back in your own life.
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