Good News Everyone!

Holy crap.  It's been forever since I have updated this thing.  Well, good news, I finally bought a computer!
I'm very happy with it so far, but then again it's only been 2 hours.  I'll have more to add later.  Stay tuned for updates about my life, or just check back periodically when you are bored.  I'm fine with either one.

Wizard Angst

I really want to update my blog.  However, things are preventing me from doing this:
1) My computer is kaput.  It has breathed it's last breath.  It is no more.
2) I can't buy a new computer because we bought new glasses, my car died and needed it's own computer, and then our water heater broke.  If none of these things had happened it still may not have been prudent to spend the money on a new computer but, seeing how they did, the point is moot. 
3) If (miraculously) I had an extra $700 for a computer I think I would have gone to Wrockstock instead.
4) That line of thinking just makes me want to lay in bed and cry because I miss my friends that live all over the USA and Wrockstock would have been my only chance to see them all together.

Since I don't simply want to write a blog reminiscent of my teenage angst years, I would like to refrain from going in depth on any of these topics. So....I'm out of ideas.  No blog.

I'll think of something sooner or later.  Eventually I'll get pictures off my camera and write about what I've been doing.  For now though, I'm just going to be sad and annoyed.

Sorry kids.

Faith in Humanity Restored

Yesterday, Sunday, Zack and I went out to run a few errands, nothing exciting just getting odds and ends.  On the way home I asked him if we could stop and check out a local park.  We've lived here for a year now and keep saying we should stop by, but just never did.  So, we drove around a bit, then parked and took a little walk around.
Now, I don't know if you are like me but the large majority of the time I'm pretty disenchanted with humanity.  No one is very polite anymore, cars cut you off every time you're on the road and just the general jackassery of people.  I know I complain about encounters out in the world a lot more than I say "what a lovely time I had at WalMart.".  Which makes me feel negative and I hate being "Negative Nelly" all the time. So, yesterday was exactly what I needed.
As Zack and I walked around the park we realized we were probably the only people there without kids.  There were pavilions full of birthday parties and family gatherings. Balloons were tied to the end of picnic tables, the smell of grilling hot dogs and hamburgers and the happy shrieks of children from the slides and swings filled the air.  We stopped on a little bridge overlooking a stream and as an elderly gentleman passed us he jokingly told us not to jump in (it was maybe a 5 foot drop into about 2 inches of water).  Further down the stream I could see older kids hopping across the stones.
We kept walking until we came to a little train that kids can ride as it's driven around a track.  On a bench near the train platform there was a family taking a picture.  Dad and his two young teenagers (son and daughter) sat while mom told them to smile.  They were all laughing and the dad kept poking or tickling the daughter so she couldn't sit still or stop laughing.  She kept jumping up and yelling "dad, stop it!" but you could tell they were all having a really good time.
I felt a little weird just standing and staring at this family, but it was just so fun to watch.  I was living vicariously through them for a few minutes.  Remembering the fun I had at our park with my family when I was young and wishing I had my own kids to make memories with.  It made me happy, nostalgic, sad and hopeful all at the same time.
On our way out of the park I saw a little boy fishing with his dad, little kids running from one plaything to the next and parents looking exhausted.  Regardless of how crappy things can be at times there really is so much happiness in simple things.  Beyond money woes, crappy jobs, or any other bad experiences sometimes you're just struck by how lovely life can be.  I really need to remember that more.

I'm back!

Whattup Bitches?!!!

Sorry for the profanity, but I'm in quite a good mood. After a while of being depressed (living in a cabin in the woods, being jobless, being poor, my car breaking down and just a series of unlucky occurrences) things are finally turning around. My car is finally fixed so I'm mobile once again and can continue my job search!
Also, I've finally finished making my blog pretty. Yes, it has taken me 3 months to do this. I have absolutely no creative talent for making webpages, layouts, blah, blah whatever. Therefore I have to rely on other people creating them and sharing them with me. I've finally found one that is simple yet colorful, which I think describes me pretty well. This makes me feel inspired. Inspiration makes me want to write things down and share them with the good folks of the interwebs. Hooray! 'Cause I know you missed me ;)

More to come, STAY TUNED!

How different is too different to be friends?

I need other people's opinions. Lately, I have been internally tormented. I've made new friends, whom I like very much, but we have some pretty big differences. I also have old friends and acquaintances whose status messages I can't help but notice. So, here is my question: how different is too different to be friends?
There are some people who the minute you meet them you learn things about them. Like when they say "let's get together Thursday because Wednesday I have Bible study." Others you notice on Facebook that they have written "What were they thinking passing that law in Maine?!" or it pops up in your feed that so-and-so "joined the group 'Pro-Life'." None of these things are bad, but let's take me for example (since I'm writing this and basing this on my own feelings).
Now that I have learned information that I didn't previously know about the other person, do I need to disclose information about myself? Is not doing so a lie of omission? I don't think that I should go writing on people's walls that it's completely ridiculous to take away a woman's right to choose what she can and can not do with her own body based on when you personally feel a mass of cells is given consciousness. I think I would feel awkward (not to mention rude) walking up to a person and saying "I happen to think that the Bible is a bunch of gibberish put together by Kings to conform the masses and impose their beliefs." Most people really don't want to hear that I am Pagan, but I also don't particularly need to know that you are Christian either. I've never had any problems with any religions as long as there is the fundamental belief to live and let live. That kindness and charity matter much more than which God you attribute your existence to. We are all here. The good, the bad and the ugly. Shouldn't it be more important to use the time we have on this earth to spread love, understanding and equality? Not segregate and scorn those who don't agree with us?
I realize that this is my personal space. I can write my own feelings and beliefs here and hope for support. That is one amazing thing about the internet. You have your own personal space too, and I would never encroach upon your right to say what you feel. But my original question stands, can we be friends? Can I accept that you will always think same sex couples are wrong? Can we coexist when you think that I am a heretic and destined to burn for all eternity? What are the deal-breakers of friendship?

FML on St. Patrick's Day

Today is St. Patrick's Day. This is usually a pretty fun day. This year Zack and I were going to be low-key. The plan was: go to McDonald's and get dinner and a shamrock shake, stop at the beer distributor and pick up some Guinness, pick up a few random things at Walmart, go home, watch a movie and drink the Guinness.
Here is what actually happened: go to McDonald's and they are out of shamrock shakes, pull into the beer distributor and see that they close at 6 on Tuesdays (it is 6:10), lady comes and opens the door to the beer distributor and asks what we need (woohoo!), she tells us they are all out of Guinness.
Seriously.
FML

My fleeting youth...

Most anyone who reads this knows that I had a birthday this past Sunday. I need to actually write about the trip Zack and I took to Baltimore last week, which was our big Valentines Day/birthday event. However, laziness and valentine candy sugar shock have not yet worn off. I'll try to get around to that soon.
In the meantime, I wanted to share my birthday with all of you.

We ended up going to the grocery store and I saw these and thought, hey birthday cake! I'm not a big fan of cake, and I actually only ate 2 of these before we threw them away. They were $1.84 (leftover valentine's day sale).
Zack sang to me and I posed with tiny cupcake.

Zack couldn't work the camera and it made me laugh.

Then I realized I was getting older and was sad (also, Zack yelled at me for laughing at his camera skills).

So I made a wish and blew out my candle.

Then smiled and posed again in hopes my wish would come true. It did not. I bought myself a present, a $2 scratch lottery card. I hoped I'd win back my $2 and feel like I'd had fun and not just wasted money, but alas, nope. The lottery gods hate me.

Oh well, I bought enough post-Valentine's Day candy to make me feel better about it.

Just to let you know my pretty red sweater was a present from my mom :) and possibly Dad, I just assume clothing is picked out by my mom. Thanks Mom & Dad!!