Submit, Resist, Draw Near.: January 2007

Lovely!

mom and me :)

How Turly a Nerd

Me being the goof of the hour - and loving every minute of it!

I couldn't resist posting this pic after I found it in a really old album.

While messing around with my blog today, I was looking through some pictures to use for backgrounds on National Geographic and found this article.

http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/afghangirl/index.html

The picture on the left was taken the year after I was born, and I didn't know it existed until I was around 5 or 6. When I first saw it I couldn't take my eyes off her, and nothing has changed. A friend of mine, who was born in Korea, painted a replica of the picture above. Sharbat is her name, and the photographer who took the original picture went back to Afghanistan in search of the girl he'd photographed years ago. She is now a woman possibly around 30, and is a mother now. I find that amazing! It's hard for me to see the picture on the left; you can tell she's been through it. For the last month I've been looking at Photography schools, and now I know for sure that this is something I want to pursue. How wonderful to be a part of someone’s life, and have them be a part of your's and watch the years bring change and hope!

Sharbat, I'm sure you will never read this, but thank you for letting Steve take your picture. You are a true hope and inspiration.

...more to come

Because I'm Worth It

So tonight while browsing some Bali Bra sites (as I am in need of a new one) one link caught my eye, and so I acted as most curious people would - I clicked on it. This is the picture that popped up on my screen. It is a "nearly-me-padded panty," which helps enhance your ass incase God didn't bless you with "the great Brazilian wonder."

What I would like to know is, what happens when you've attracted enough attention that you are required to take them off? Let's not underestimate the power of creativity.

...more to come

I remember when I broke up with my boyfriend, the first thing I could think of to say was, "I'm sorry, you and I are just not right for each other." His reply was a smirk and a sigh, and there was a long pause before he finally said - "Ya know, you are a pro. It feels like you have done this before." I never knew how to respond to that. Logging into my email today, this article caught my eye and reading it brought back a flood of memories I'm not sure I was ready for.

http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=7132&TrackingID=516311&BannerID=544657&menuid=6&GT1=8953

How do you know if you loved someone? I was definitely not ready to die for this person, and honestly thought at some point he might shed his skin and reveal the demon boy he'd been hiding for weeks. I do know the pain of me braking up with him hurt more then if he had said, "its over." He was mortified that I was the girl dumping the guy, and he said plainly he had never been so embarrassed. We sat on a bench by the river, waiting for another couple and their dogs to leave so we could talk. He knew what was coming; the tension in the air voiced that loud and clear. I found out later, he had planned to brake up with me after semesters end; I had obviously beaten him to the punch - and only one week after we celebrated our 40 day anniversary.

I'm not sure why, but by the time I was ready to brake up with him I was also ready to kill the guy. He reminded me too much of my Dad, we were so much alike that it was freaky, and everything he did seemed to get under my skin; I can't imagine how he felt about me.

One of the points in the article was to have a breakup buddy...I never did. That would have helped in a huge way. My heart was definitely smashed, hell I can't even right this without holding back tears. There hasn't been a day in two years that I haven't played some aspect of our relationship in my head, just for review, for analysis sake. That fact has raised the question about rebound relationships; are they right, should they even happen...is it fair to the other person? I've been pondering this for almost a year trying to figure out if it's a viable option. In the meanwhile, I've stayed as far away from men as possible in the event that I might slip and wake up some place I shouldn't be. Aside from moral right and wrong, where is the line drawn between finding consolation and remaining tormented over a possible love you can't let go of? Post-semi bad relationship, what are the rules for getting off the bench and back on the field?

There is a scene in the move, "Something’s Gotta Give," - which by the way got me through the ice cream and tissue stage of the brake up - where the daughter and mother are sitting on the beach stairs; I personally call the scene, "Taking advice."

Daughter Marin: "So now you get my theory about love? You gotta self protect."

Mom: Erica: "Do you really believe all that bull shit you say? Listen to me... you cannot hide from love for the rest of your life because maybe it won't work out and maybe you'll become unglued. That's not a way to live"

Marin: So you're telling me you're happy right now? This is good what happened to you?

Erica: "No. This was bad. But for the three days it was good, it was electrifying. I think you must consider the possibility that we are more alike than you realize. I let someone in and I had the time of my life.

Marin: (tearful) "I've never had the time of my life."

Erica: "I know bubbee, I say this from the deepest part of my heart. ...what... are you waiting for?"

What am I waiting for?

Denial vs. Blow Job

Since Bill Clinton was in office all you ever hear is how the country was better off with him as president then we have ever been with Bush. Only half of that is right - Clinton was the beginning of the end, and Bush has just brought it all to another level. Tonight 60 Minutes had an exclusive interview with the President, and after watching I can now officially say the man is the ace of Dick Heads.

http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/i_video/main500251.shtml?id=2358365n

Not only did he avoid key answers to questions asked of him, his pride seeped out of his every word. Though he began to show a "softer side" it all seemed like an incredible act to further his ploy; not to mention he's in the wrong job - he can't even handle watching his own enemy die. What the hell is that!? The one man who was the foundation for his excuse to keep our troops over there in the first place, and he at the moment of true victory chooses to listen then to his gut?! If he is so afraid of our enemies coming over here and attacking, it would be in his best interest to help them understand just how serious he wants them to believe we are. What he couldn't say because of his enormous ego, was that our enemies honestly laugh at us and see us as the ultimate target - not a true threat. We have proven that over and over...and over.

We are constantly living up to the term, "Fat Lazy Americans" and it will take an act of true out side the box thinking to shift the paradigm of the world. And just so we set the record straight, contrary to any kind of influence Ms. Congeniality might have had on Mr. Bush, we will never realistically achieve world peace.

Congratulations, Mom & Dad, it's a man!

Mom, I know you will appreciate this one - check out that gorgeous smile!

Ok so he wears fuzzy slippers around the kitchen while cooking Martha Stewart style...He's really good with a gun, and he makes me laugh - Daddy, can I ...pleeeeas!