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Name: Louisa Mae
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Birthday: 5/10/1978
Gender: Female
Interests: camping, being outside, sitting in the grass, singing, plugging stuff in, making kids laugh, climbing things, dropping stuff on the floor
Expertise: the pursuit of trivial things, procrastination, reading good books out loud
Occupation: Teacher
Industry: Education
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/30/2004
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| I am at Technomart. (instantly, techno beats pop into my head... I'm so stupid). My beloved laptop had a wee meltdown last week, and now I am here buying a new harddrive. Sigh. I lost some photos... but that's about it. All in all, it could be worse. I am so busy this week though, I really wish I could just hire someone to do these things. Errands...blah. Do I sound like a princess? Forgive me, I just finished work. So this is it folks, in a few days I will begin my 30th year of life. Amazing that I don't feel 29. Not that I know what that should feel like, but I don't feel old, unless it's 6am, and I'm trying to get my butt out of bed. Life has definitely taken a turn for the better in the past 6 months or so. I am really doing well in all areas of life. Last night I looked around the poker table (yeah, I know) and marvelled at the people I was sharing life with. No doubt you meet people from all over when you live in Seoul. You learn so much from the people you meet here. We got into a bit of a talk about going deeper with people. Often times, friendships can be really shallow here. Like people don't want to bother, because they know they're leaving. So instead, we hang out, we laugh, we compete to see who is funnier/cooler. Sometimes we mock eachother, but if it's not fun, people tend not to want to bother (I think I'm quoting Todd now...) Korea is FUN. People come, get away from their families, their pasts, and just enjoy life. Even though I have a job, and responsibilites, and bills, it's still easier here. Is that why I stay? Not sure. All I know is, God has really blessed me here, in good times and bad. Right now I am very much enjoying the good, and trying not to miss a moment. This past year was one of tremendous healing and growth for me, and I know this is just the beginning. This is gonna be my year folks, I'm calling it in the air. (kinda like I did at the poker table "This is my hand boys"...yeah right). ENJOY THIS WEEK FRIENDS~ love, maesie | | |
| Some of you worry about the world's problems... which I do as well, but I don't think anyone needs to read my blogthoughts on aid to Africa, or the war in Iraq. So here's a little something light and minty for everyone:
What is the deal with Deal or No Deal? I mean really, why is this even on television? Let me break this down:
1. Howie Mandel is creepy. He isn't balding, he shaves his head to feel cleaner, because he has a fear of germs. I don't want to make fun of people with problems, but that's pretty creepy. He doesn't shake hands with the contestants. Now, I just can't be around people like that. The urge to freak them out would be too great. I'd be trying to touch their hands all day.
2. So there are these women, and I'm sure they are really beautiful, but I can never get past their legs, and how they all march down the steps in unison, like an army of leggy women with brief cases... also creepy. And I have leg envy.
3. The cases. What the heck? Isn't there an easier way to do this? Brief cases are big and clumsy. Shouldn't they have a card? Or like, they stick their tongue out and the amount is written on it? Ok, too far right? How about something simple, like a game board? Would anyone watch if there weren't women with cases?
4. The uber-creepy guy upstairs in the dark room, who makes offers. They call him "The Banker". You never see his face, or hear his voice. He makes phone calls to Howie, and who knows what they're really saying? Maybe Howie makes up the offers... who knows, you can't tell because YOU CAN'T SEE THE GUY'S FACE!!! Alright, so I'm afraid of clowns, in part because you can't really see their faces, and that's not right. I hate masks, I hate those ski masks that only show your eyes/nose/mouth. Don't ever put a stocking on your head, because I will die. I guess I shouldn't make fun of Howie Mandel and his idiosyncrasies, should I?
5. It's just stupid, how you have to pick a case at the beginning, and then you open all the other ones one by one. Like, why not pick a case, and that's how much you have, but you can trade it. I don't know, I just don't get the suspense of it all. And the idea that you don't just take what the creepy silhouetted man is offering, is just too much for me. Money! Take it! Get out of there before Howie or the face-less man upstairs eat you!
Alright, that's it.
I won't touch you, but I'm considering eating your head.
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| 5 Things that made me happy today: 
Kisses from Noah 
An email (well, 2 words really) from my nephew Matt.
Reading this for the umpteenth time.
Being shunned by Dwight K. Schrute. 
My soup turned out! I am a domestic goddess after all! What's making you happy these days? | | |
| Inspired by Psalm 42
The deer pants for the water
and my soul thirsts for only You
My God
These tears have been my only food
and some would say "where is your God?"
but I know
When my soul is downcast
(put my hope in You)
I will ever praise You
(put my hope in You)
therefore I'll remember You My God
and put my hope in You
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| The Easter gala at my church was a smashing success. My prayer was that people would know God's love and feel it in each performance. From my point of view anyhow, that's exactly what happened. Amen for that. Our church is full of talented people, or as Christina calls them "superpeople". It's nuts in some ways how the talent gene just multipled here. This was the first time I found myself on both sides of the stage. I was plugging and unplugging things between every act, and cueing everyone, and trying not to trip over my own feet, or get caught in the wires (totally did, by the way). Anyhow, the performance part was really fun. I got to write a little bit of a song for Randy and CJ's all-star medley, and ended up singing it with Menya. Reggie busted out some fat rhymes (wish I had that on video), Todd scratched, Wilson and Nico did their stepping thing, Randy tore up the stage 1Kyne style, and CJ, well, CJ amazed us all with his dancing. At the end, CJ wrote a little hook that's on this video. CJ had me record myself singing it over Reggie's voice, that had already been recorded singing both the melody and the harmony. Then I had to re-record my voice over my own voice! So in the end, if you could hear it, there were 3 of me, and 3 of Reggie, and one Menya, and maybe even some pre-recorded Bommie, plus Randy adding his flava in. Here's some videos of that. I can't seem to upload anything else right now. Xanga, what gives?! The only one that made it up is from the end of the medley. You may have already seen this in the Youtube posts, but this is actually in sync :)
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