Gimme a "Holy Crap! She made that look easy!!!!!!"

You know what I truly love about my Tmobile Sidekick? Mobile blogging baby! Way to early this morning I arrived at a cheerleading competiton and once again was reminded that anyone who thinks cheerleading isn't a sport is a ridiculous amount of wrong. There is the same amount of blood, sweat and tears in this sport as all the others out there. I have seen backhand springs, backwards flips in the air and a balance routine 13 feet from the mat. My stomach drops everytime I watch Brit as a "flyer". For girls who are generally tiny with sassy ponytails, they are tougher than most of the boys they go to school with.

Friday Feast

Appetizer:
Have you ever played a practical joke on anyone? Yes
If so, what did you do and who was your victim? Lots of people J

Soup:
What do your salt and pepper shakers look like?
The Mushroom and Bottle from Alice in Wonderland

Salad:
Where is the next place you plan to visit (on vacation or business)?
Atlantis Resort, Bahamas

Main Course:
What kind of lotion or cream do you use to keep your hands from getting too dry?
Burt’s Bees Hand Salve

Dessert:
Make up a dessert, tell us its ingredients, and give it a name.
“Heaven”
Directions:
Place cheesecake filling into large glass bowl. Grab a soup spoon (because you are not a peasant). Eat while sitting on the couch.

Wordless Wednesday

She's as cold as ice...

I love all (4) Seasons. I look forward to all of them. However, I am officially done with the winter blues. Do you hear that ice covered roads and 3 hour comutes? I want to see the Robin herald spring. I want to see patches of green pushing up through the ground. I starting planning my gardens on Saturday. Snuggled in my blankets I wrote down what I needed for each flower bed, and began to feel the yearning to play in the dirt. You can take the girl out of the country, but you cannot take the country out of the girl. Gardening is a passion. It is a stress relief and joy that, as I stare out the window at piles of snow and 20 mph winds, that I crave.

Manic Monday-Two

Manic Monday: Two
My favorite story in the bible has always been Noah and his Ark. The animals all stepping up two by two. I have a few pieces of Noah's Ark art (say that one three times fast!) and just recently bought a framed print for my new living room. I waited months for the movie "Evan Almighty" to be released. Not only were the animals showing up done fabulousley, but I truly want God to be as Morgan Freeman depicted him.

Joan Baxter: You want to build a boat?
Evan Baxter: It might be something fun for the family. Go sailing on the lake. I don't know.
Evan Baxter: Be great in case it floods or something...

Joan Baxter: Maybe God meant a flood of awareness.
Evan Baxter: If that's true, I'm going to be so pissed.

God: Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?

I still like to think that the world is "two by two" and everyone has a perfect match created just for them. It is comforting. I really want there to be a rainbow after every storm.

Thursday Thirteen

(13) Things I should have said to past loves..."Oh he who reads the book of fate..."

1) No, it is YOUR loss.
2) No, I don' t want to be friends.
3) Please don't go.
4) Yes, please go, the sooner the better.
5) I am sorry.
6) No, its not okay you had the stripper/flight attendant send you her picture.
7) No, I am not okay waiting to have children.
8) No, I don't forgive you for chatting with all those woman online.
9) Yes, I am much better off without you.
10) Yes, I do miss you, terribly.
11) No, I don't believe that people can change that much.
12) Yes, it is my loss.
13) Yes, you are not good enough for me.

Wordless Wednesday...I wanna go home...

Hey Chicken Little, the Sky didn't fall...

Change for me is like that moment you have to bend your leg after sitting on it funny, and you know its going to feel weird and kind of hurt, but you have to do it, and once you do it, you forget the anxiety of having to do it. That preamble said...
Week 1 is down for the count at my newly chosen job and profesion. I have gone from Senior Marketing Buyer to Contract Administration and Negotation. I am now on the other side of the table. It is exciting and scary to no longer be an SME and be starting all over again. I have already met really nice people and have tried to come out of my shell as much as possible. According to Tracy, it took a full year for me to do this prior, so, we shall see. And really, are they ready for the real me here? Is anyone ever? (Tracy and Nancy, you are not allowed to respond to that)
No one has yet to mention that the only color I generally wear is black, but I did manage
to throw in some brown tweed. I have gotten lost twice, locked into a fenced in area once, ( was rescued by a very nice man who said "oh, you must be new?"...) But I have a lunch partner, was invited to happy hour, and have mastered the parking lot and security towers...
This new field trip appears to hold much promise.

Manic Monday: Heart

What is the truth in your heart?
There is emotion behind every action and reaction that we have. Our hearts are the brains of our souls and the part of us that cannot deny the truth.
Our heart is not logical. It makes us soar and feel sadness that we feel will last forever.
The most important thing however, is that our heart never changes its beat, regardless of the fact our brain may be telling it otherwise.
What bravery it takes to hear the tales your own heart has to tell. Love isn't always pretty, but our hearts contain pure magic.
So, the closer Thursday gets, and the more gushy commercials that appear on TV, be still for a wee moment and listen to what your heart is saying.

Remember Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards and in heels...~Faith Whittlesey

I had a well prepared "to do" list for the last week. What was it that "they" say about the best laid plans? (Someday I am going to find "them" and introduce myself) Instead of Mission Home Decor I was knee deep in still packed boxes, caught up on my reading and did whatever was nessecary to ignore the fact I am starting a new job tommorow. Have you seen the last episode of Zoey 101? (It was kind of a big deal with the kids who frequent my life) Long episode short, Zoey left all her friends and went to a new school. I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I am going to a new school. I have written before that my work life blends into my personal life and is generally the love child of "The Office" and "Scrubs". I will still see and talk to my Turk, but the messages sent in code during staff meetings are no more. Elliott and I are fighting again and we never did order that face cake. What if I can't open my locker? Thankfully I am excited about the upcoming adventures ahead. Thankfully Turk pushed me out of the saftey of my nest. Thankfully there is always time and room for facecake...