My hard drive went kaput. Completely. All my data is gone. But there are no impossibilities with God. I know He can fix it if it is His will.

Prayer moves the hand of God. Help me move it. Thank you.

Mk 4:24 - Mat 18:19-20 - 1Jn 5:14-15

schiz·o·phre·ni·a1. Psychiatry. Also called dementia praecox. a severe mental disorder characterized by some, but not necessarily all, of the following features: emotional blunting, intellectual deterioration, social isolation, disorganized speech and behavior, delusions, and hallucinations.
2. a state characterized by the coexistence of contradictory or incompatible elements.

From Dictionary . com

I always knew I was schizo… I would like to draw your attention to number 2-5 in the first definition. It’s me! I’ve also been told I’m a contradiction. So, ladies and gents, it’s official. I have a severe mental disorder. (If you hadn’t noticed already.)

Sean’s ultimate hero is The Grim Reaper. I don’t know why. He wants to grow up to be just like him. Everything is about how cool this person is.

So, the other day I’m reading a story to my boys. It’s about a man named Hoja and watermelons. In the illustrations, they draw him with one great eyebrow, spanning across his forehead. I’m not sure if they think that it makes him look more Japo or what?

The boys thought it was the funniest thing and we counted each other’s eyebrows to make sure that we all had two. We were rolling around laughing for a good while to the point where I couldn’t read anymore. In the midst of it all, Sean pipes up. “I wish [The Grim Reaper] had one eyebrow.”

It made me laugh so hard. It was a good moment.

Addicted to:

• SMSing/My phone
• Tetris
• My beanie. It comes off for the shower and back on before I exit the bathroom.

Currently reading:

• Healthy Runner’s Handbook
• SEAL’s Fitness Guide
• Penguin Books - Colour
• The Book of John
• The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Wanting:

• Meat
• My knee to heal
• Canvas and primer
• To shave my head (again)
• A bike

Missing:

• The beach; always
• Summer
• Phil the Flea and Nathan’s insults
• A muse

Liking:

• My new room set-up
• My green phone sock
• Monkey

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs-

-God’s Grandeur, by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89)

This beautiful woman turned 13. She’s my roommate and the only other artist in this home. I love you Tez! I hope that this year is wonderful and I get to spend the whole thing with you.

I was the DJ, which was a joke.

And I love watching people play limbo. It’s funny.

I’ve thought about discontinuing because it is such a farce. It’s not what I think about, very little of what I spend my time doing (apart from the kids). Occasionally I’ll jot down a rant or two that happens to cross my mind, but nothing substantial in the grand scheme of life. It is very little of me.

It’s shallow, mostly random trivia, and almost entirely uninteresting. Unless you are my family. That is why it’s still here, for them.

Sometimes I’m bursting with Real things to say. Truth. But I will not be known to the average populace in such an intimate manner. I honestly don’t want you to know who I am, but I do want you to know that this isn’t it.

(Don’t worry blog, this post makes it seem like I don’t like you. I still have a tender spot for you, and I will be faithful yet. That, and I recently found out that some people I live with love you too; and I like making them laugh. I promise you that I will fix your header soon, and I’m sorry I left you looking ugly for so long. Sophia is just taking up all my time, but she’s almost done and I’m kicking her out of PS for good. Then I’ll make you pretty… promise.)

http://www.cgsociety.org/

My new favorite website.

I may get crucified for this. In no particular order.

Xpot (My Wino), who calls me horse butt…don’t ask, she’s just dodgy. She also sings like a flippin’ angel, and I have to bribe her with drawings of Jonny to get her to sing for me.

Don Juan is an all-around nice guy, and I boast to him about my running progress. He’s also a really good cook when he wants to be.

There is Chocolate; she is my running partner and we soak feet together; I like her.

The Grim Reaper: I can’t say anything about this one because I value my life (okay, I may be able to get away with saying that he’s my work-out guru and occasional muse, but don’t tell him).

Snuffy deserted me. I’m going through a little period of spite towards her right now, but it’s only because I love her so much and she’s leaving for so long and even when she is here, I hardly get to see her because sheisalwaysworking, and I miss her and it makes me feel sad and…that’s a long enough sentence.

And we can’t forget Solomon, the link says it all.

The Parents, who are perfectly lovely, have adopted me into the family. I’m still trying to place my roll; either Grandma or freaky Aunt…The Boys think I should be freaky Aunt.

The Boys are our OCs; I read Narnia to them in the evenings and they keep me updated on how I look like a boy and I’d better watch out for girls hitting on me at the next party.

There’s Mr. Finance who likes to wear PEP shirts and somehow manages to make a very little bit of money stretch a very long way.

Handyman is pretty much the coolest guy ever, and when I’m 60ish I wanna be just like him.

Ballerina is my roommate and I just can’t stand her. Just kidding. I love her to pieces, and if I was as good an artist as her at 12, I would be fantastic now. Itsjustnotfair.

We have SuperMan, who gets up at 4:30am, every day! Talk about dedication. He also has very good work ethic, and that a big plus in my books.

Fraulein keeps us fed. Food is a big part of my life, so she plays a big role. I always apologize to her that I will eat us out of house and home. She said I’m weird.

Shepherdess makes the best breakfast and prays beautiful prayers. One day…

The Dancer is dynamically beautiful, incredibly strong, super sweet, and we’ve shared some unique experiences.

And last but not least, RoughBuffCreamPuff. He’s nice enough to let me bike with him once in a blue moon, even if it means slowing way down. I’m competing with him to see who can do more pull-ups…and I have a long way to go.

I love my home.

Agility
Balance
Coordination
Speed
Power
Reaction time
Cardiorespiratory endurance
Muscular endurance
Muscular strength
Body composition
Flexibility

Because these components are measurable, it is clear that there are levels of physical fitness which can range from very low to exceptionally high. Moreover, a wide range may exist across particular components within an individual. For example, a person may have exceptional cardiorespiratory endurance, but have very poor flexibility. Thus, a high level in one component does not translate into high physical fitness. A highly fit person should achieve a high level in each of the health-related components for protection of health.

(From Navy SEAL Fitness Guide)

I love hanging laundry; the peace.
I Hate breaking bad habits.
I love running.
I hate IT people who won’t speak to you. (hint, hint)
I love coffee.
I hate coffee rations.
I love soaking feet with a good friend and a drink.
I hate cheap scotch and the fact that I’ve developed some expensive tastes which I can’t afford.
I love laughing.
I hate my laugh.
I love my twisted fashion sense that makes people scratch their heads and wonder…or laugh at me.
I hate being filmed.
I love carrots and peanut butter after working out.
I hate idleness.
I love feeling indifferent to people.
I hate it when they are indifferent to me.
I love hiding.
I hate hiding.

Coffee! Elixir of the gods.

A number of watercolours I’ve done over the past 6 months or so, with some small scraps of left over paper.

XPot comes home one day and randomly hands these to me. Toe socks! Yellow! Stripes! I’ve been wanting toe socks for ages, and it’s freezing in this half of the world right now. Yellow is my favorite colour. So this, pumpkin, is thank you.