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| I enjoy being in control. I don't like ambiguity. Unless it's a mutual, entertaining sort. That being said, the inability to read someone is almost as tragic to me as finding I can't remember how to read at all. Communicating what i really think about them seems like trying to speak another language, with as foreign as my idea is. Id tells me to go for it. Speak my thoughts and explain the way I feel in order to release my mind. Superego tells me it is ridiculous given the time frame and that it would be the least problematic to remain mute. Ego and I aren't even on speaking terms. The input from the two warring factions would probably send it into overload. I feel it is merely compartmentalizing for the sake of self-preservation. Fine. I didn't want to talk to him anyway.
Next, we deal with the fear of possible repercussions. Being completely oblivious as to the perspective of said un-readable individual is somewhat akin to venturing out onto a frozen river with no knowledge as to the thickness of the supporting ice. As to. Nice phrase. Moving on. Possible awkwardness, of course, initially. In my mind personal awkwardness should never occur, it is something to inflict on a wrongful party and a means of, of course retaining the 'upper hand.' Which, is next to godliness as we all know.
Hm. Nunchaku. Or, nunchucks, for you lay-people. None of this 'ball is in your court' crap. Nunchaku remain in the owner's possesion at all times. Give and take is not an option.
Screw tennis. We should all have nunchucks.
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Hey guys – I know I haven’t posted in forever but I know there’s not anyone out there just dying to hear from me, so in the grand scheme of things it all evens out. (inhales deeply after long sentence)
Last night at Sonic we had the incredible opportunity to meet and compete in volleyball against soldiers recently returned from Iraq – some of whom had prosthetic legs or had previously sustained other injuries. They are in the process of biking through America – from 100 miles east of NYC, down south to Texas, then west to arrive in San Diego on July 29th. Drew, the ‘spokesman’ for the group, is one of two soldiers who has been with the ride since NYC. He hasn’t lost any limbs, but has been injured in Afghanistan and in Iraq. The ride is to raise funds for the families of soldiers who travel overseas to visit their wounded loved ones. They were really awesome people.
It was the most fun I've had in a long time, and you couldn't have paid me to miss that. So visit www.soldierride.com and see what they're all about!!
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Guys-um- friends - people in my life..........I've been thinking................................(silence- then uproarious laughter) something's been changing in me lately.....I've rebelled against being a hick for so long and...........now it's getting kind of useless to resist........so- I have a confession to make.............well.....um... here goes.....
5 of the signs that I am FINALLY succumbing to the call of the wild and beginning to like being in the country:
(Bear in mind that it has been fair week over here and that's probably adding to the mood)
*I've been craving barbecue all week
*I'm starting to like boots/hats
*I want to show an animal next year
*I really am liking western shirts.
*Rascal Flatts is one of my favorite bands
DON'T JUDGE ME, PLEASE!!!!!
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Hey people - am still learning how to upload photos onto page so BEAR WITH ME!! I'm having a really bad case of missing the play, and thought these photos would make me feel better - sort of- not really. :( (by the way I stole these pics from Meghan's photobucket site - I love you Elmo!)
N-e-whoo Kassie and I watched the lil Sessions kids today for several hours. It was a blast!! Jeremy and Sammy had us in constant fits of hysteria with their antics, with Abigail not far behind. She has a LOT of Daniel in her. It was alot of fun until Julie got there - then it was alot more fun!! lol
Mas manana! (quizas)
~ Erica ~
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| Hey - doing better than last night. What will God have for me this summer? I don't know- that's one of the scary things about Him; you never know what he has in store, whether it's the best thing or the weirdest thing that ever happened to you. I keep on forgetting to leave everything in His hands. Hey it's late, so I will tell you about Falls Creek and the awesome way that God showed up later.
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