Wow, she posted something.......
*Insert soundtrack of shocked silence*
I know, I can't believe it either.....
"Well, folks that's all the time we have for today, tune in later for excting adventures about:
Digging in the Dirt...Exorcising Ghosts in the Plumbing...Calling Forth the Fires of Hell---Or, in general: How I Spent My Summer Vacation.
Also to come:
Math, My Birthday, and the Month of October (oh, my).
They might be posted sooner than you think."
Then again, maybe not.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
An explanation for my rather odd blog title
Have you ever had one of those brilliant ideas, you know, where it's so perfect that you have to act on it at once, or you'll burst? It makes you want to run to the nearst person and tell them, but at the same time you want to hold it tightly to your chest, and savor it as being yours.
And then it happens. You act on it, and every thing seems great untill that one thing you didn't know about, that there was no possible way for you to take into account, that one thing sneaks up and bites you on the rear end leaving you sore and smarting and not just a little embarassed.
That is not a uranium nightlight.
Uranium nightlights are much, much bigger, but I think you understand. They hold wonder, awe, and beauty, as well as the key to countless discoveries that change the course of history. And they hold death, shame, weakness, and posion that cannot be seen.
The story goes, as I remember, that the Curies placed hunks of uranium in their childrens' rooms to act as a nightlight, not understanding the consequences radiation has on the body. Marie's studies would lead to two Nobel prizes and ultimately cancer. As I know it, both generations of Curies did astounding things for the world and all died from some form of cancer.
That is a uranium nightlight.
And this...who knows what it'll be, or what it will cause, every big idea has potential for success, for failure, for harm and triumph, and all that we silly mortals can do is try: we think, we invent, we become.
We are all uranium nightlights.
~Rose
And then it happens. You act on it, and every thing seems great untill that one thing you didn't know about, that there was no possible way for you to take into account, that one thing sneaks up and bites you on the rear end leaving you sore and smarting and not just a little embarassed.
That is not a uranium nightlight.
Uranium nightlights are much, much bigger, but I think you understand. They hold wonder, awe, and beauty, as well as the key to countless discoveries that change the course of history. And they hold death, shame, weakness, and posion that cannot be seen.
The story goes, as I remember, that the Curies placed hunks of uranium in their childrens' rooms to act as a nightlight, not understanding the consequences radiation has on the body. Marie's studies would lead to two Nobel prizes and ultimately cancer. As I know it, both generations of Curies did astounding things for the world and all died from some form of cancer.
That is a uranium nightlight.
And this...who knows what it'll be, or what it will cause, every big idea has potential for success, for failure, for harm and triumph, and all that we silly mortals can do is try: we think, we invent, we become.
We are all uranium nightlights.
~Rose
Sugar High
So today's Easter and like the little 20 year old kid that I am, I went Easter Egg Hunting. But, I'm getting ahead of my self.
Today when I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast I didn't even bother looking for an Easter basket as I fully expected the Easter Bunny to have forgotten my 20 year old self, as I am no longer a "teen" and therefore officially have been dragged kicking and screaming into the lable of Adult. But wouldn't you know it, he didn't forget me after all. Which, is weird, because out of all the post-teen children in the world I have always been one of his toughest customers. You see, I don't like chocolate.
You still there? Do I need to fetch some cold water? It's just the shock, you'll be fine I promise.
So where was I, oh yes, my abomination...any way. So the Easter Bunny had managed to bring me some hair sticks and clips as well as Nerds, Laffy Taffy, Jelly Bellys, and Runts. Yum!
Then after a healthy breakfast of Easter candy, I went to church with Mom and Dad, Sis [VBG] met us there. So I was having a good time belting my heart out through my congested nose in song, but God doesn't care, right? So in the middle of mass, Ihave my head bent piously trying to stay focused on the ceremony when Mom hisses in my ear, "look at the size of the host." Ony it takes a couple of times before I understand what she's saying. When I do and look in the right direction she leans in towards me agan and says, "it looks like a pancake," which it indeed did. It almost blocked his entire face from view at one point. So I leaned back over to Mom and said, "When am I going to be old enough to go up and get a cookie, too?" Because that's what I thought the host was when I was small, a cookie, and oh, I could not wait to be able to join everyone in the cookie line.
Sometime later I got a call from my boyfriend's aunt wishing me a happy Easter, and I got to talk to his two little cousins who both wished me a happy Easter. Those two are so adorable, or maybe I'm just a sucker but whenever I visit, it's always "Rose watch." and "I want Rose to take me to the bathroom" or "I want to sit by Rose." And then there's always the nine million questions. Why can't I visit them? Why do I have to go back home? Why this. Why that. It's cute and thought provoking. They have to understand the answers, and yet there sometimes isn't an easy explaination.
So then after filling Easter eggs and helping load things into the car, Mom and I are off to my aunt and uncles for Easter dinner. Where me and my 19 year old cousin are the two oldest participants of the Easter egg hunt. My cousin hunts because the eggs we bring always have Goldfish crackers and Teddy Grams in them rather than candy. I hunt because, darn it, I like finding the eggs. So there we have it: a 20 year old who still hunts for Easter Eggs, and is not ashamed of it at all.
Most of the time.
Today when I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast I didn't even bother looking for an Easter basket as I fully expected the Easter Bunny to have forgotten my 20 year old self, as I am no longer a "teen" and therefore officially have been dragged kicking and screaming into the lable of Adult. But wouldn't you know it, he didn't forget me after all. Which, is weird, because out of all the post-teen children in the world I have always been one of his toughest customers. You see, I don't like chocolate.
You still there? Do I need to fetch some cold water? It's just the shock, you'll be fine I promise.
So where was I, oh yes, my abomination...any way. So the Easter Bunny had managed to bring me some hair sticks and clips as well as Nerds, Laffy Taffy, Jelly Bellys, and Runts. Yum!
Then after a healthy breakfast of Easter candy, I went to church with Mom and Dad, Sis [VBG] met us there. So I was having a good time belting my heart out through my congested nose in song, but God doesn't care, right? So in the middle of mass, Ihave my head bent piously trying to stay focused on the ceremony when Mom hisses in my ear, "look at the size of the host." Ony it takes a couple of times before I understand what she's saying. When I do and look in the right direction she leans in towards me agan and says, "it looks like a pancake," which it indeed did. It almost blocked his entire face from view at one point. So I leaned back over to Mom and said, "When am I going to be old enough to go up and get a cookie, too?" Because that's what I thought the host was when I was small, a cookie, and oh, I could not wait to be able to join everyone in the cookie line.
Sometime later I got a call from my boyfriend's aunt wishing me a happy Easter, and I got to talk to his two little cousins who both wished me a happy Easter. Those two are so adorable, or maybe I'm just a sucker but whenever I visit, it's always "Rose watch." and "I want Rose to take me to the bathroom" or "I want to sit by Rose." And then there's always the nine million questions. Why can't I visit them? Why do I have to go back home? Why this. Why that. It's cute and thought provoking. They have to understand the answers, and yet there sometimes isn't an easy explaination.
So then after filling Easter eggs and helping load things into the car, Mom and I are off to my aunt and uncles for Easter dinner. Where me and my 19 year old cousin are the two oldest participants of the Easter egg hunt. My cousin hunts because the eggs we bring always have Goldfish crackers and Teddy Grams in them rather than candy. I hunt because, darn it, I like finding the eggs. So there we have it: a 20 year old who still hunts for Easter Eggs, and is not ashamed of it at all.
Most of the time.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Umm...
Anybody there? You are? Good...you can come closer, I don't bite. Well, I seldom bite, and it isn't often very hard.
What's there to know about me? Well, I guess if you read my profile I did promise a more thorough explaination. Basically the following is an adaptation of what I first tried to post on my profile but being the overachieving long winded person I am...it said it was too long.
I read. It's what I do, if only I could get paid for it...
If it were possible to do so in a timely manner I would graduate from college with a degree in Math, Philosophy, English, Education, Anthropology, Geology, Chemistry, and if I sat here for a while I could probably come up with more.
Most of you probably know already, but I'm "Little Sis" to Velocibadgergirl. She and our mom gave me my appetite for reading although I don't think either of them knew just how big it would be. VBG is also responsible for my love of writing for which I am forever thankful. The first story I wrote outside of school was a present for her 13th? birthday. My spelling was atrocious (then again, it still is), my plot weak, my characters undeveloped, it looked so much better in my head...sigh well I was only seven and have (I hope) improved since then.
I have some fan fiction posted at fanfiction.net, if you are interested just look for BookwormRose under the pen names and you'll find me. Unfortunately life happens and I haven't updated in a very long while...I will, eventually, I promise...
Other than that, I think I've got Irish in me even though I have no way of actually knowing (I'm
adopted) but that's okay, because I'm free to claim it as my heritage :)
So there you have it...not nearly all of me, but enough I think. And if you'd like to stick around...well I'm sure you'll find out more.
What's there to know about me? Well, I guess if you read my profile I did promise a more thorough explaination. Basically the following is an adaptation of what I first tried to post on my profile but being the overachieving long winded person I am...it said it was too long.
I read. It's what I do, if only I could get paid for it...
If it were possible to do so in a timely manner I would graduate from college with a degree in Math, Philosophy, English, Education, Anthropology, Geology, Chemistry, and if I sat here for a while I could probably come up with more.
Most of you probably know already, but I'm "Little Sis" to Velocibadgergirl. She and our mom gave me my appetite for reading although I don't think either of them knew just how big it would be. VBG is also responsible for my love of writing for which I am forever thankful. The first story I wrote outside of school was a present for her 13th? birthday. My spelling was atrocious (then again, it still is), my plot weak, my characters undeveloped, it looked so much better in my head...sigh well I was only seven and have (I hope) improved since then.
I have some fan fiction posted at fanfiction.net, if you are interested just look for BookwormRose under the pen names and you'll find me. Unfortunately life happens and I haven't updated in a very long while...I will, eventually, I promise...
Other than that, I think I've got Irish in me even though I have no way of actually knowing (I'm
adopted) but that's okay, because I'm free to claim it as my heritage :)
So there you have it...not nearly all of me, but enough I think. And if you'd like to stick around...well I'm sure you'll find out more.
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