Funny texts

Thought I'd share some of the other funny texts my best friend and I did.
Snowing in May (welcome to CO):

























My friend is studying to be a radiographer:

 
 

Time flies

I wrote this on Wednesday, but life has taken a couple of turns since then (my, how time really does fly. I'm sure I would write something very different now, but I'm too tired to edit/rewrite right now. I'll get there though...)...
            In a week I will have been writing this blog for a year. In a lot of ways it feels longer. And I’ve written about a lot more than I had planned. I’ve done free writing, but there’s also been a fair amount of “here are my thoughts on life” type blogs (like this one) and a few beauty type blogs.
            And now I’m thinking about how a friend of mine talked about honesty is just the easiest. I have been honest about how I’m not going to be completely honest. My name is not Lynne Klet. I’ve skewed some other facts, but I have been more honest than I originally planned. So, if I contradict myself, very well, I contradict myself. Honesty is easiest, but sometimes wearing a mask allows someone to be more honest.
            Which brings me to time. To be completely honest, I’m kind of sucking at life horribly right now. I tried coming up with a list last night of things I wanted to do in the remainder of this year. Today, I’m back to feeling unmotivated and like a rock at the bottom of a scummy pond. Life would be so much easier if someone came along, picked me up, and helped me start anew.
            Easier, but less meaningful. I’ve come to a point in my life where I have to decide for myself which direction to go. I am single (though far from unattached because of all the weekly commitments I have. Nevertheless), I could go anywhere, do anything. Where do I want to go? What do I want to be doing? Writing can be done anywhere at any time, but I need a day job to survive.

            I want to go on an adventure! But I can’t even answer what kind of adventure it is that I want to go on… I want to live an exciting life day by day by just reaching out to people and showing them God’s love. I can’t see myself as a missionary though. Just someone who’s life looks ordinary but it is extraordinary.
            And again, I can do that anywhere in many different jobs.
            Let’s face it, we’re not all Rose Tyler. Our dream life doesn’t always grab us by the hand and say, “Run!” with a smile. We all probably wish it did though.
            I guess what I’m saying is that time flies. Own every second of it. Don’t let it be wasted. Don’t wonder where it went off to. Figure out what your passions are and where you want to be.

A conversation I wish I could have

The following story is not a conversation. It’s more of a wish for a conversation. I know it is filled with grammatical errors and the sentences don’t vary much. There’s a lot of “he” and “she” but I like it being generic. I think a lot of us may be able to relate. Life sure would be easier if everyone would just be honest and shoot for the stars…
       She bit her lip and looked at him from across the room.
       There was a time she thought he might ask her out. That awkward moment by the elevator. When he walked her to her car. But it never did happen.
       Maybe that was for the best. That was a different season in her life where she was not sure what she had wanted or what she could have had.
       This season she did know what she wanted, but she still did not know what she could have.
       He had shown that he was interested in dating, but dating others. Women he had met briefly and connected with. He had probably not felt instantly connected with her. She had been busy when they met. She did not converse well with others meeting them for the first time even if she had not been busy. But over the years, she had gotten to know him and see how well their lives would fit together. She could also see that he did not see that.
      He saw her as a child. He saw what he knew about her and did not seem able to imagine that there was more. He knew what he needed to, but not what she wanted him to. If he knew how artistic she was. If he could understand her life. The struggles she had been through, her joys, her feelings, what her life had been made of.
      But she felt too shy to even try to show it to him. How to you ask a friend you are not too close to for his opinion on your work? Or how could she lead a conversation into a direction that would show who she is when she barely added to the conversation? How could she get his attention when he was distracted by meeting new people.
      She turned her head away and went over to a group of friends.
      Even if he were to ask her out, she was again unsure how she would respond. He would have to do his duty as a man and pursue her. He would have to show that he was interested in her life and cared about her. She had felt small enough not being in a relationship. She was not going to be in a relationship where he did not prove that he thought she is amazing and worth it. He would have to prove himself worthy of her, even if she did like him.

The most beautiful smile I ever saw…

I wish I were a poet. I wish I had the time to really dig into this so that you would understand. But the most beautiful smile I've ever seen is not to be described but experienced. I cannot put her joy into words. You will just have to believe me when I say it is truly contagious. It's the most beautiful thing I can think of.


The most beautiful smile I ever saw
Was on the most joyful person I ever met
I’m not sure if she is always smiling,
But it is the only way I can ever picture her
 
Her smile is the most radiant and contagious
Her laughter is the brightest and lightest
Her joy is the most honest and beautiful
Her spirit is a mirror of God’s glory
 
I look at her all I ever see is Jesus
I listen to her and all I ever hear is joy
Everything else is just temporary
 
Her unfocused eyes see more than mine
Her clenched hands will touch more than most
Her chair is nothing but transportation
And all of those are nothing to who she is

Her smile and laugh
Her heart and love
Her delight and spirit
Those are all I can see
Those are who God created her to be

Letter to a teacher I didn’t like

So my first thought was an elementary school teacher I had, but I really don’t remember much about her. I don’t even remember why I wasn’t fond of her, just that nobody really liked her. Then I remembered a professor from college. So, that is who I’m going to write to…

Dear Mr. Whatever-your-name-is,

            Students need to be told what they are doing right and wrong, especially English student. You cannot just slap a grade on a paper without writing any other remarks. I know my papers had grammatical errors and I sometimes word things oddly. There is always something that can be improved upon. So tell me so that I can work on it! I know it was your first semester teaching college, and I’m sure you were very busy. But even the TA—who had however many classes to go to—gave notes, and lots of them!
            Also, we read some pretty involved books in that class, but we never really dug in to many of them. We talked about their subjects and things related to the books, but I wanted to get to the heart of the book and the issues in the book, not just touch on them. Yeah, the class had a lot of reading, but there is such a thing as quantity and quality. I took the same class for a few days a previous semester before I had to drop it, and that week was an amazing realization to me. In both classes I read Perk of Being a Wallflower and Speak, but I didn’t feel nearly as moved in your class. Those two books have very heavy subject matter, which was discussed, but not really brought to life. I was not challenged to relate the book to my life or experiences. I wanted to be asked what I had remained silent about (see blog from 8/29/2012) or if my high school experience was anything like these books.
            My favorite classes have always been those that challenged me, that invited me look at the world from a different angle, and that made me look twice at what I had read. Your class was far from that. I hope that in these two years since, you have learned how to challenge students properly and inspire them.
            Oh, and if you give us an assignment at the beginning of the semester that will take all semester to finish and many students scrambled to reach the goal in its entirety, make sure you keep that goal. Yes, there was a computer glitch, but we’re in college, we know we need to save our work. Ask them to resend their last book card. 3,000 pages of reading outside of class on top of all the reading for your class and others wasn’t easy, but just assuming everyone fulfilled it because the last week’s book cards got deleted is not acceptable. I know some people probably BSed that last week to reach the goal, but at least they took the time to read a really long book or write a bogus book card. Don’t let those who didn’t even try get the same credit.

Sincerely,

A disappointed student from the past

Write about one of the easiest decisions you’ve made in your life

       Well, darn. Ask me about a hard decision and I could have named so many right off the bat. I’m good at making decisions hard for myself. Last week it took me a while to decide if I wanted to go to a movie with friends or not…
        Getting up this morning was a fairly easy decision. I just used the last tissue in the box, so getting another box is an easy decision (since I will need it in about 15 minutes…). Going to see Catching Fire with my best friend opening night is an easy decision. Watching another episode of Doctor Who (or pretty much any program from BBC) is a easy decision. Whether or not I want to read is an easy decision (as long as I have a good book at my disposal). How to spell “a” is an easy decision.
       Am I boring you yet?
        I want to think of a decision that was fairly life changing that was easy. Deciding to help others is an easy decision. Okay, I know my story.
       This will sound silly, but it did feel like a big moment for some reason. I was walking out of the library one day and I wanted to pray for somebody. I wanted to tell somebody that God loves him or her. Immediately God highlights the woman in front of me who is walking slowly and limping.
         Gulp. Umm, God, I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Praying for a guy to get blessed with a job is one thing, praying for physical healing on my own is another. I know You can use me to answer prayers and it’s not about my ability, but I don’t know how to approach this lady. I don’t want to freak her out. God, I’d just feel better if I had somebody with me. And I pass the lady.
         So I get into my car and wait for the lady who is standing next to my car to get into hers before I start it and leave. But the lady just stands by my passenger door. I get out of my car and ask if I can help her with something. She asked if I will drive her to Safeway. Well that’s on my way home anyway, and God already highlighted her to me. Of course I’m going to drive her to Safeway!
        I ended up not praying for her, but we did talk as I drove the few blocks. She told me that my name was pretty, which no one ever does. She had some beautiful name that sounded Russian to me. She asked what I wanted to do with my life. There was a moment where I almost told her the truth about how I wanted to be a writer, but I stuck what I tell everyone about wanting to be a librarian. And it is true, I do want to be a librarian. I love libraries.
       I may have been the one to give her a ride, but I feel like she was the one who blessed me. She didn’t pray for me, be she said, “God bless you” and I felt encouraged by her. Sometimes I wish I had gone into the Safeway with her then given her a ride home.
       Maybe this story doesn’t make sense to you, but I don’t know how to explain it better. I just know that I will always remember her (even if I don’t remember her name) and that memory builds my faith somehow. I could have easily driven away that night discouraged by my doubt. Instead I stuck around long enough to find out I could still bless her in some small way. When we are the ones who close a door, God can still open it up again. I’m so grateful for that.

Embarrassing School Story

So, it’s that time of year! Back to school. Not for me, but maybe for you. So I thought I’d write a few blogs about back to/school. And where would I start other than with something embarrassing?

            So my sophomore year of high school I knew nobody at the school I went to. People were fairly nice and what not, but it is always nice to know somebody or recognize people in classes on the first day. The first week of school, I went to the wrong gym class. Not only that, but I arrived late to my next class almost every day that week because I went to the wrong gym class. I was starting to make friends in that class and suddenly I get a call saying the teacher is dropping me because I haven’t been showing up to class. So I talk with the teacher over the phone to try and clear it up. He asked what we’ve been doing in class. When I say football, he understands what’s been happening.

            So, a week into school, I have to explain to my new friends that I’ve been going to the wrong gym class and won’t be with them for that period. Then I have to answer questions from my new classmates such as, “Are you new?” and make new friends. Plus, I had to get timed running the mile because I missed that day in the class. Running is good for you, I try to do it now and again, but I’m no runner. I much prefer dancing or marching…

            So, the rest of my educational career, I always double or triple checked that I was in the right class. I checked room numbers, teachers’ names, etc. It made me feel a little bit better every time someone would realize their mistake and leave or in college I had a friend realize it while the teacher was giving his life spiel. She didn’t want to seem disrespectful and leave so she stayed for that part.

(Part 2)

            Kari’s eyes bugged a bit. “What did you say?”
            “I laughed a bit and changed the subject,” Val said with a hint of a laugh.
            “And that worked?”
            “For a few minutes—then she asked how Daniel got in their mom’s tummy.”
            Kari was the one to laugh this time, “Well, she’s quite smart. What did you say to her that time?”
            Smiling at the memory Val said, “That daddies have a special way of doing it.”
            “I would have not thought of that,” Kari confessed. “I would have completely froze.”
            “Seriously, when you are around kids you have to be ready for anything.”

So, it was a short one again, but I had to finish the story, even if it was just for myself. Well, it’s kind of already been a long week (I have a headache and have been on and off exhausted…), so that’ll be it for now.

“You know what else children don’t know?” (Part 1)

“You know what else children don’t know?” in dialog in story.
            Look! I’m doing a creative writing blog again! I’m timing myself for 10 minutes though, so if I end abruptly, that’s why! And I should get writing (quick disclaimer: this is NOT how I feel about children!!):

            “You know what else children don’t know?” Val continued to rant on the phone to her best friend, Kari, “How to keep their mouths shut! I mean, twice now Lily has asked why I have so many moles. Who asks that? And how I am supposed to answer?”

            Kari loved children, but knew Val had no intention of every having children even if she did get married one day. Yet Val had somehow ended up getting a job babysitting a four year old and ten month old. Last week Val had ranted about the baby throwing up and how horrible it had smelled. It even made Kari want to gag—especially since he’d managed to get it in a bucket with toys. At least he’d missed Val with his vomit.
            This week Val ranted about the things children say and ask.
            “Does she have any moles that you could ask her why she has them?” Kari offered.
            “I did try that,” Kari sighed. “She showed me where else she had a mole. It wasn’t a place I wanted to see. When do kids grow out of that?”
            “When you teach them that it isn’t acceptable behavior.”
            “Anyway, this week Lily asked how her little brother got out of her mom’s tummy.”
            Kari
 

Ah, I want to finish this! Maybe tomorrow. I’ll just leave it on that lovely cliff hanger for now…