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"Daddy, Daddy! I met a sailor in a bar and we're getting married!!!"

Ha, ha! Yes, it is true. Arthur proposed to me about a week ago. That is why I haven't been posting as frequently. I had to be sure and inform all of my family before hand.

He asked me the day of the opening of a new mall here in San Antonio. My ring is a solitaire, white gold and the diamond is a round. I'll have a picture up later. Right afterwards we went out to eat at a nice Italian restraunt at the mall and ordered Champaign. We were obviously the first people to order Champaign there. No one was sure what selection they had and it took them awhile to get us a bottle. The hostess asked Arthur what the occasion was when he went to the restroom. After he told her about the engagement the manger came and the chef came to congratulate us. The manger told us the entire meal was for free. That was quite a shock considering we didn't go cheap. It was very exciting!

Since then I've been trying to inform everyone of the engagement. The blog has come last on the list. We went to Brenham this weekend and Arthur asked my father for my hand in marriage when I had my mom distracted in the other room and then we switched. My parents were happy! It was wonderful. We celebrated with more Champaign.

Now I am preparing to move in and planning changes for the house. Yes, first it is time to paint! Arthur said that he thought his house was fine until the engagement. What can I say, its my first time in my life that I have been told that I have complete control over decorating of a house. This will be fun:)

Can life get better?

Life is great!

No, I still have no job. I am still sitting around waiting for a call or something, but life is still great. Yes, there is a hurricane coming to the Texas coast with my parents having to stay in a little town outside of Houston, but they are fine. They are at home taking care of the three legged dog, my brother's pitbull or at work with a bunch of mentally retarded folks. Exciting times. I think they'll be okay though.

I'm not being sarcastic or anything. Everything is trully just going great. I have absolutly no stress! Its true that it might change just after this weekend, but for now everything is calm. My exciting life consists of reading whatever I wish and watching different programs on the tv. Its mostly been news or comedy.

So here lies the problem... When life is great, when I feel fine, there is nothing to write about. I think to write when there is something bothering me usually or if something interesting happens. What interesting thing can happen when I am sitting on my ass in my pjs ( as I am right now)? Not like that is all I do... Everything I've been up to is equally as exciting though.

Till something happens or till I have something of interest to write about...
Uh... I guess that is it for now. But hey, just letting you know I'm still alive.

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Politically Correct

Who would you be in 1400 AD?

The Prioress

You scored 7% Cardinal, 64% Monk, 61% Lady, and 37% Knight!

You are a moral person and are also highly intellectual. You like your solitude but are also kind and helpful to those around you. Guided by a belief in the goodness of mankind you will likely be christened a saint after your life is over.

You scored high as both the Lady and the Monk. You can try again to get a more precise description of either the Monk or the lady, or you can be happy that you're an individual.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 0% on Cardinal You scored higher than 90% on Monk You scored higher than 97% on Lady You scored higher than 20% on Knight

Link: The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test written by KnightlyKnave on OkCupid Free Online Dating

Thanks to Idle Mendacity for this one:)

What makes me happy?

This is my attempt in getting myself in a better mood. You could say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I woke feeling as if it were the middle of the night and I turned slowly to the clock to see that it was ten a.m.... I hate that feeling. It feels like you had little sleep, but in reality you had too much sleep. I rolled out of bed with my limbs feeling incredibly heavy and I contemplated just going back. The bed was warm and soft and the room was freezing. Well, I made it out of bed and woke my ass up, but I can't get that damn grumpy feeling to go away. It could be that I have no calls from where I've sent my resume and I've had no emails as well... Except one from my mom... Not about a job though, but about a conference when I have no papers written and am not even in school. So it goes.

I decided to make a list.... What of? I think of things that I enjoy. Things that make me happy. This is in no order. I'm just writing whatever the hell comes to mind.

1. I love drawing. I love painting. I love creating art in general.


Hey, it goes with the puppet:) I think that this is an obvious one to anyone who comes to my blog... Or just looks down the sidebar. I haven't had the urge to pick up my pencil, my pen, my charchoal or my brush recently. It has actually been quite awhile. I haven't made a move to making anything since before I went to Miami. Arthur has commmented that this is rather unusual considering I usually am always drawing something. I just haven't felt inspired to do so... I'm sure it will come back to me later. Anyway, the point is, being an artist makes me happy.


2. I love philosophy. This is something else that seems to have been almost dropped from my life recently. I can think about going to my political theory classes and the feeling I had doing so. Also when I was a TA, teaching a class about Machiavelli... It makes me excited. It keeps my blood running. I can't stop talking about it. I thought that it was a problem that I had night classes before because whenever I got out of class I felt inspired. I felt awake and alive, and it was time to go to bed. I wouldn't mind having that again. Philosophy makes me happy.

3. I love wild flowers.


(One of my old bluebonnet pictures)

Again this shouldn't be a suprise to anyone who reads my blog. If I ever leave Texas(which I don't see happening anytime soon), I'd have to say that central Texas in the spring is something that I would miss the most. When I drive between San Marcos and Brenham, the road sides are covered with flowers. My favorite being the Indian Paint Brush... and of coarse the Bluebonnet. At that time of the year driving for a couple of hours through the country actually lifts my spirits. Wild flowers make me happy.

4. Reading history makes me happy... Learning more of history makes me happy. I especially love military history. It could be that I loved the prof that taught it at Texas State, but I was always excited to learn... Unless it had something to do with anything past World War I. I was reminded of my favorite person to study in history yesterday when I was reading The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis:

"'Walking up and down- up and down all the time- left-right, left-right- never stopping for a moment. Thetwo chaps atched him for about a year and he never rested. And muttering to himself all the time."It was Soult's fault. It was Ney's fault. It was Josephine's fault. It was the fault of the Russians. It was the fault of the English." Like that all the time. Never stopped for a moment. A little, fat man and he looked kind of tired. But he didn't seem able to stop it.'"

It's Napoleon of course! By the way, if you haven't read The Great Divorce yet, I highly recommend it. I think I've found another favorite. By the way, if you happen to know of any other good book to read by C.S. Lewis I'd love to know about it. I don't really know much of his work, but I'd like to read more of his stuff. Back to the point, oh yes, Napoleon. I love reading more of his earlier campaigns.... I won't get into it now though. The point really was, reading and learning history makes me happy.

5. My faith makes me happy. It is what is most important to me. It has caused me to gain interest more in St. Thomas Aquinas. It is the reason why I picked up C.S. Lewis and it is what keeps me going. I love theology. I love finding out more about my faith. I realize that this is something that I've lacked knowledge of in the past. But it inspires me. It shows up in my art and in my writing. For I believe that God is the only way to happiness. So it keeps me going.

6. Arthur makes me happy. He's home once again and I honestly feel better now. I love him.



See, doesn't he look like the sweetest guy ever:) Ha, ha!

7. Getting a job interview makes me happy. I say this because I just had an interview over the phone (while typing this)and I honestly feel great now. Whew did that change my mood!!!

Okay, that does it for now. I can say that it has helped plenty. I think my mother is the one who got me into the habit of making lists whenever things go wrong. It works sometimes. With me it is like I trap myself into the mood with my actions and with closing myself off from what makes me happy. Well, now that I'm happy my post is done. Bye!

Sweet Dreams

My brain torments me at night. There are a number of things that happen.

1. A scene pops to mind. It usually has something to do with a crappy situation that happened to me where I thought I was going to be killed by my ex, or some other interesting experience. I'm sure he'd say that he was possessed by a demon at that point or some bulls@#t like that. Yes, full of excitement.

2. This is the time I think most about my current state of being unemployed and out of school. Wow do I feel like a loser.

3. If I actually get to sleep early, then I wake in the middle of the night from wierd dreams. Let's see... I've had the total destruction dreams. I've had the rape dreams. Not always me being raped, sometimes its others. I've had the torture dreams. That is usually me watching others being tortured. They are all quite lovely.

Maybe these things are related. Right now I just feel annoyed. This reminds me of a journal entry I made once awhile back. This will be the rare occurance where I share this with everyone. I drew a rotting corpse and I wrote, "I don't want to dream again of swimming with rotting corpses all around me. Especially when there is someone there telling me to eat them. I pray to you Lord to help me." Yeah, that about sums it up.

Sweet Dreams:)

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The Leftersons

Dante Quiz

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

I was told about this one last night and I had to put it up. Unfortunatly it seems that Arthur and I would be seperated. He would be going to Level two... If this were true I can't say I'd give up going to heaven to be with him. As much as I love him that is a bit much. Sorry Arthur.

Birth of new ribbon

I'm sure you have noticed that there is a ribbon for everything now a days. Any cause that you can possibly think of there is a magnetic ribbon out there made by the friendly Chinese so that you can put it up on your car window and show to all other drivers your support. There is one issue that I think is not addressed enough and I'm sure you could not find a ribbon on this issue till now. I present the unemployed blogger ribbon!


(If you want button the code is here. Copy and paste it to your page.)

I felt this is a cause that needs to be addressed. There is not enough support out there for our poor unemployed bloggers. To address this issue I will ask others to please put this ribbon up on thier blogs to recognize the great importance of emploment for all bloggers. How exactly will this help? Well, I'm sure it will open up people's minds to the reality that there are unemployed bloggers out there and maybe it will give the employers incentive enough to hire us. It is something that needs to be on others hearts and minds. Yes, I know it doesn't get money directly to unemployed bloggers (like myself), but doesn't all that matters is that you feel like you are making a difference?

Maybe, just maybe if enough people put up these ribbons up then me and others like myself will be able to get a job. Is it not worth a shot:)

Blog's new puppet

I'm taking Arthur's advice. Here's a puppet for the blog! I was thinking that the artist route would be a smart way to go... So here is my Vincent Van Gough puppet. Unfortunatly I don't think it comes with the detachable ear. Oh well:)

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Dick Wright, The Columbus Dispatch, OH

Me in Catholic School and Bolormaa

Have you ever looked yourself up online? Well, I have... Yes, I am bored. Anyway, I looked up my name to find pictures of me in high school(through the Amarillo Globe News). I went to a small Catholic school in Amarillo, Texas. So the only picture I can find of myself online (other than the ones on blogs) are of me in my uniform. Actually mostly you can see my letter jacket...



Since I mentioned letter jacket (and from the other pictures up of me) I'm sure you can guess which one I am. Here's another, though I am really barely in this one...



This was the class I graduated with. I think the class was made of about twelve to fifteen people. Most of them being Brazilian and Mexican. Oh yes, and one Mongolian. She is cut out of both pictures. The last picture shows most of the Americans in the class. You see three white girls? Yeah, there were only two other Americans in the class. All of the other students were exchange students or they were the two Mexicans who came to stay with thier rich uncle in Amarillo. Does that not seem rediculous? It did to me. The school brought in foriegners to increase the funding, I think.

The reason I mention the Mongolian is because I had the pleasure of living with her for a semester. Her name was Bolormaa. I think I never really pronounced it right. We shared a room and she was around me all the time for a semester. I had fun with her at times. She cooked for my family once. I had the pleasure of learning about Ghengis Khan... They all think very highly of him still. I think he's on thier money. She tried to make it through school while getting a hold of the english language. I really do hope she figured it out eventually. I know she didn't in my house. My mom was always helping her with her work and also had the pleasure of paying for almost everything. From what I gathered, Mongolian money is not worth much in comparison to U.S. money. Two of her uncles saved a bunch of money to come to America and they wound up in Chicago with all thier money only transfering to $1,000. Bolormaa was wanting my family to help. Well, my parents had already felt they helped enough. It was like she was trying to use us to get her family over. I had enough of her as well simply because of cultural differences. I like to have space... She was in my room, she read my diary, she was in my car, she would sit right next to me at lunch and then she would be there to complain about me not serving my parents enough when I got home. I moved to a couch in the sunroom st the end of the semester and she moved out by December.

It was an interesting experience. My parents felt that it would be a good idea to take in an exchange student to open me up to different cultures. I have learned that either that Mongolian was a bit off or I should stay out of Mongolia. Not like there is reason for me to go there. They have one city, Ulanbatar. Other than that I know the peace corps goes there. I'm not planning on joining that anytime soon.

Well, I didn't mean to go on about Bolormaa. I haven't really thought about her in awhile. As I said before, I do hope she is doing well. I haven't heard anything about her since she left the house. I haven't heard much about anyone since I left that school. My friend Viv keeps me posted on what goes on there every once and awhile. I just know my high school is no more. I was the last graduating class I believe. No high school reunion. Oh well, it is still neat to look back.