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Welcome to Ari-Wood. Step right up and see the sights. To your left, you will see the delicate fragility of fairy land. On the right, watch out for the fiery dragons. For your safety, we recommend you stay on the path and don't stray into the netherworlds of risk and chance. Alternatively, perhaps you like the benefits that go along with taking that chance..........
All rights to the poetry and stories in Ari-Wood
belong exclusively to the author.
That which is not mine,
That which is not good,
That which is not altruistic....
Is requested to leave.
The stories and poems encased in this crystal blog are written from my own imagination and in no way are intended to be viewed as written to any specific person unless I specifically state that it is.
My heart is a book which you leaf through as simply as the pages of this blog..
Antiqued an worn
The words bleed
From a hidden place
Deep within my chapters
Where only one can see
And whispering spirits tarry
Frayed are my edges
Yet my gliding
Remains beautiful
Not a mere ornament
But a testament to the tooling
Which has geared my life
Sown tightly is my binding
I have weathered the years
I shine with wisdom an character
Like no other book
Yet my cover bares the marks
Of ordinary use
Turn my pages lightly
And you shall read
My hued memories
Of dreams and dreaminess
Of times and timelessness
Of lives and liveliness
Upon my inner pages
Are scribbled
Achromatic dreams
My love
My hopes
My life
You are such a treasured book
All my love, Sister of my heart
(Written by a special sister of my heart...MsAlchemy2...a special gift...I wanted to share.)
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| Putting It Together |
Nov 18, 2007 2:31 pm
899 Views | As we continued to write to one another, I would learn that he really preferred not to answer questions. I believe that people have the right to their privacy so I rarely press a question, but if you send me a letter telling me that I stink…and I write back asking how I stink, what I stink from, whatever…I expect some response. He never said I stink, but he often made vague statements that I wanted to clarify…to understand. Yet…he never responded to questions requesting clarification. That really should have said a lot to me…but I was…entranced.
The words he used were beautiful and glowed with the soft light of the setting sun reflected through the colors of the sky. I loved to read his words and imagine them wrapped around me, running through my veins like so much champagne. Instead of telling me what he meant in a previous letter, he became more affectionate…more loving…and it was a drug that took away the hunger inside me. In the words of love he whispered, I could lose the concern I was feeling…that something was more wrong than I could imagine. I could believe that I was…imagining…blowing things out of proportion.
“I have never stopped thinking of you. I don't think I ever could. I envision us as one….I am with you in spirit, and long for you, as if you didn't know. I realize that you need more then which I can grant at this point in time, but please don't be sad, please feel the warmth I hold for you and know that my love for you is very real. “
If you know me at all…you know that these words would entrance me. It emphasizes a part of the world I deeply believe in. But in time I realized that I knew almost nothing about him. It seems to me that, even as friends, part of maintaining a correspondence is to learn more about one another...only within each person's comfort zone...but if all you do is exchange pleasantries...you have no friendship...and certainly nothing more; and you can whisper all the words of love you want…if you haven’t established a foundation for it…it cannot withstand the light of day.
I began to feel that I really wanted to know him more. He had a way of describing scenes so that I could actually visualize it in my mind...and I could feel the touch of his hand...as if he were touching mine. I am not immune to feelings of closeness...and I was beginning to feel very close to him...in much the ways he said he was feeling towards me. Still...there was something wrong...and I was just beginning to put my finger on it.
I noticed that when I commented on his blog...his responses were often...distant...written as if from one stranger to another. Yet...I saw him comment to other women with great affection as if he visualized them in his mind's eye; as if he felt close to them...and sometimes in the same words he would use when he wrote an e-mail to me. Of course, I asked about it...only to hear that he was in no way "cold" to me. I hadn't said cold...I said it was distant...as if...he wanted no one to know that he supposedly "loved" me. It was another sign I should have noticed; when I asked a question, the wording was often altered just enough to make it seem as if I had accused him of something rather than asked if I was misunderstanding something.
An oddity of his e-mails was that he would write an entire e-mail...sign it with all his love...and then include a postscript...something truly personal and filled with beauty and words of loving. I always thought it was a bit unusual, but suddenly I realized that he was attaching the same postscripts over and over...as if he had saved them in a file...and simply attached them...personalized them...and called it good. It was the same way with pictures. He sent beautiful pictures...and then I began to get six and seven copies of the same pictures.
Again...I asked about it. He liked the words he had written to me so well, he wanted me to remember them...and he only had a handful of pictures on the computer he used...but he liked to attach pictures to his e-mails. I was not so easily placated this time. There were one too many oddities. I began to analyze the situation as only I do. I took the words apart and put them back together; looked for the inconsistencies. I believe in people…I trust people…I don’t look for lies. But when I feel totally lost in a situation; when it rings untrue for me; when something is clearly wrong with it…I begin to search for what is wrong.
My mind couldn’t let it go and I wrote one post after another about the confusion I was feeling. Writing things out is how I best work through my emotions…writing things out is how I best heal from pain.
I found so many inconsistencies, so many pieces of a huge puzzle I should have seen through long before; I had so many questions…and no answers. As always, my first reaction was to question myself…was I being fair? Was I misinterpreting the information my heart was feeding me? Was I going to hurt someone without cause?
When your heart is telling you something is wrong….listen. Don’t second-guess. Don’t doubt. Don’t question. Something is wrong….shield yourself. | |
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| When Words Obscure |
Nov 18, 2007 1:03 pm
950 Views | I want to tell you that the man I met is a wonderful and unique man, and that is certainly true. He has many fine qualities….but he is not the man I once perceived him to be. The signs were all there, in his posts, but you could read his posts in several ways. They were always just a little bit misty…a little bit cloaked in words that twisted and turned. If you chose to ignore the parts you didn’t really want to read…you could sink right into the rest of the post…and feel yourself blanketed in something wonderful…and ephemeral.
I can’t even tell you that he…chose me from a thousand women on the blogs. His posts were so heart-wrenching and sad that I broke all of my own rules. I sent an e-mail to a man I didn’t know. Now…I will occasionally return a wink with a brief message, but I almost never initiate contact with a man. I find that the most difficult of steps to take…and I make the assumption that if he wants to know me better…he will contact me. I know that this is not always true…but it is extremely difficult for me to write to men I don’t know well. This man, though…I always felt that he needed a hand to help him up, a hug…..just to know that someone cared.
It wasn’t a mistake to write to him, but it certainly made me sit up and take notice when his response was addressed to “Arreana, my love…” and his closing was “all my love”. It was more than a little confusing and I wrote back lightly teasing him that if he wrote to all women in that manner, he would soon have all of the women on the blogs swooning at his feet. The comment was laughed off, but I did note that he continued to address e-mails to me in this manner. It is amazing how we can come to expect these words…how they can make us feel connected…even when there is no connection. It is amazing how much we can want to believe in them.
When I write to a man, my intent is to get to know him better…to actually determine if there is anything we have in common. Do we have enough in common to be friends…or are we so different…so…completely opposite…that we’ll do nothing but disagree? An easy example I can use….I often tell people very early on in a correspondence that I am Wicca. I could care less what anyone thinks about that…but…particularly with people who are strongly religious…I often find that they are uncomfortable with my beliefs…or that they think they are obligated to “save” me. I guarantee it is the fastest way to stop talking to me. Believe what you believe…and allow me to be who I am. We don’t have to agree…we do have to respect each other’s right to believe as we do.
I find that most men who write to me either tell me just about everything about themselves or ask a hundred questions of me. Most men don’t seem to be very comfortable discussing their pasts, what has brought them to the place they are at now; but it is what I really want to know. I want to know if you’ve ever hit a woman; I want to know what makes you most angry and how you react; I want to know who you love and how deeply you share of yourself….so I ask questions; lots of questions.
One of the things that kept me off guard in our correspondence was that his letters were so much like his posts...obscure, back and forth again...he would be extremely affectionate...and then make a comment as if he wanted to keep me at arm's distance; and all the time he would write to “Ari, my love”. Since I didn't really have a strong feeling of who he was, what he was looking for...and if there was even any reason to be interested, I tried for a level playing ground. Let's be friends.
To myself I justified his rather confusing letters by thinking that from the history he had described, he probably didn't have a great sense of how to approach women. He often described himself as never having been loved...never having known that emotion. Of course...that was before he told me he was married and getting a divorce. I think that was really the next clue...how he could have never known love...yet been married 21 years and loved his wife so much. Somewhat of a contradictory description and one I should have paid more attention to…along with a hundred other small signs that I chose to believe I was….misunderstanding.
Don’t second-guess yourself. Believe in yourself. If a situation rings untrue….it probably is. Ask questions. If you don’t get answers that are believable…acceptable…walk away. No matter how wonderful you think he probably is “underneath”….you are trying to make him into your vision of who he is. Don’t do that. He isn’t. Accept it. Walk away. | |
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| Getting to know you.... |
Nov 18, 2007 11:36 am
962 Views | The story I am about to share is deeply personal. It is my story to tell and I share it only because I hope that some of us will learn from it. I hope...that it will open our eyes to something we should have seen...but willfully blinded ourselves to. I’m not planning to tear anyone apart; I believe people do and are…the best people they know how to be. The fact that it doesn’t make them the person we want them to be is a different issue.
I believe that people are exactly who they are. We each make choices on our paths, we each choose the road to take and we each have to deal with the consequences of our choices…each and every one of us…including me. I believe that when we love, a part of that love is to accept people exactly as they are…without attempting to change them in any way….as we want them to accept us….warts and all. I believe that sometimes we are….so hungry for what we want…what we miss in our lives…that we are willing to blind ourselves to the truth…and in that moment…we allow ourselves to believe…to hope…to dream…what we know is not so. And therein…lies the trap.
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When I meet a man there are a few things that will attract me rather quickly...and a lot that will chase me off. I am drawn to men who are intelligent and articulate. I am also drawn to men who are willing to explore their own emotions...their own belief systems. Smiles, laughter and teasing are an immediate draw. Looks have never mattered to me...we're all aging and changing...although I do love to be with a tall man who can make me feel small…and I love to look at people’s eyes. But, for me...it is all about the person you are inside...and how you treat the people around you.
Things that immediately chase me away are people whose smiles never touch their eyes, people who make my skin crawl, people who are harsh or hurtful to others, people who express bigoted or prejudicial opinions about any group for any reason, and people who invade my space…have to touch me…talk to me in a too personal way. It’s one thing to ask questions and get to know me; it’s one thing to tease me and play with words; it’s a totally different thing to assume you can say or do anything you want to me…tell too naughty jokes, stare at my breasts, act as if we’ve known one another for years. I have a comfort zone…and I have to feel comfortable with you. Surprisingly, some people do get through that comfort zone very swiftly…others never do.
Initial reactions are only valid when we have something to base that reaction on. Meeting a man in my 3D world, I base reactions on what I can see…not how he looks or what he wears…how he carries himself, his eyes, how he reacts to me, how he moves, how his body moves when he laughs. I can see if he is uncomfortable around me as well as if he is immediately comfortable and responsive to me. But I find that people in the 3D world are often too busy being busy to take the time to talk. Talking lets me know much more about you than watching you.
I am the most curious person and I ask hundreds of questions. Knowing who a man is helps me to gauge how he will react to my personality. It tells me how he has reacted to situations in the past…and how he has responded to people. It tells me if we will still have anything to talk about in 6 weeks, 6 months, 6 years, even a lifetime. There are some people who we simply have little or nothing in common with…and there are others who we feel immediately at home with…people we can talk to about anything and everything that enters our heads. It is important to me that any man I am involved with be comfortable talking to me about anything I have on my mind…and that I am similarly comfortable with him. I have been in the relationship where there are no words…only endless months of silence. I can’t live that way. I love silent moments…when we are comfortably silent, absorbed in our own things…but I don’t want that eternally.
When I meet a man on the blogs I am obviously evaluating the opposite. I can’t tell what your eyes say to me…I am dependent on your words. So…I tend to trust people’s words…until I find them…inconsistent. Until they hold back the words…choose not to share who they are. Until they start playing with words…and then I have to make a choice. Do I walk away from the words I can’t depend on? Am I misjudging the person involved? Or are they using their words to hold me and confuse me…am I only a toy they are playing with? And how do I know what the truth is? I learned a lesson about that over the past few months…and that’s something I think we all need to think about. | |
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| Deception |
Nov 17, 2007 1:48 am
1144 Views |  | In a hundred ways she’ll search
Sift each embered mote of ash
Celebrate the agony
Feel the scoring of your lash
Dark the night to hide your path
Now her hope the flesh you’ll gash
In a hundred steps she took
Reaching for your out-flung hand
Anticipated freedom
Bound by searing to your brand
Cold the cell you put her in
Just a doll upon her stand
In a hundred words she heard
Hungered cries of those who’ve bled
Beckoning the memory
While her heart grows still with dread
Shred the dream before it’s birthed
Leave her dying in your bed |
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| Energy's Wine |
Nov 16, 2007 11:08 pm
771 Views |  | Your words take me to places unknown
Vistas I long for, dreaming alone
Touching the center of my spirit’s need
Carry the future, you give me the seed
Thoughts filter into darkness
Focus on the starkness
Plant the forest where my light shines
Faint whimsical star; energy’s wines
Gathering motion, picking up speed
Drawing emotion from those who would feed
On my pain; in my way;
Brightness kindling paths this day
That I may follow, step along,
Following your unheard song
Worlds have been forsaken
For less than this step taken
This place of peace, this dream, this hope;
To walk within compassion’s scope
To dwell within the light I bring
As if a fully living thing
Gathering energy from the trees
Bring the shadows to their knees
Overgrown with power undrawn
Sculpted ‘gainst the fiery dawn
Light glowing, stars showing
Feel the presence, ever-knowing
Darkness watches warily
Incandescence merrily
Flitters through the tangled leaves
Finds at last the heart that grieves
Muted light of solace shared
Wipes away the pain she bared
Hidden deep within the scent
Of the forest’s untamed tent
This the way the spirit cures
Those whose heart the shadow lures
Into a world of agony
Unbroken by love’s harmony
A tiny light ignites the gloom
That lives inside a ruby room
Walls are colored with your pain
Splattered from the opened vein
Bemused do you remove your soul
And leave the room; at last you’re whole |
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| I Do Not Cry Your Tears...... |
Nov 16, 2007 8:03 pm
707 Views |  | I do not cry your tears any longer.
Lashes quiver with spent emotion
Resting against moist cheeks;
Last drop falling onto the pillow.
Your world was never meant to be mine.
Sealed room you live within echoing;
Silence screaming loudly.
No company visits your solitude.
You always did prefer it that way;
You and you alone against the world,
Fighting your lost battles;
Endlessly losing all that matters.
Invite the ecstasy of aloneness
Inside that darkened heart, emptiness
One voice resounds in vain
No one knows your name. Anonymous.
No hands to touch that iced cadaver;
Nothing inside to generate warmth;
Frigidness rules your life.
Heat would only hasten the rotting.
Mind kept barren for eternity,
Your soul unquenched; no dreams come today.
Dampened imagination
Begs for respite from sterility.
Your loneliness cries out in anger
Longing for love’s untainted touches
Unappreciated hands
Cast back from the need you won’t admit
Devastation is your only name
The price required to reside within
Your chamber of forgotten
Memories. Love you no longer need.
I do not cry your tears any longer
You walk your paths alone from choice.
Oversimplification
Of an empty life, void inside you.
One heart needing nothing to complete
Its soulless trek through lives destroyed
By its callous disregard
For any other questing callers.
You learned it well, that cheap façade
Of need you used to capture me.
Captivating my attention
Within your solitary web.
I gave up all to please, to love,
Served my heart upon your table
A dainty dish for you to taste
No worthy guest was I
Not fit to sit beside your feet
Only appetizer for the needs
You couldn’t admit, don’t save me
From your voracious guilts
Take back the words you gave to me
I no longer hunger for their sound
Give back the life you took from me
Before it can’t be found. |
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| Time |
Nov 15, 2007 11:42 pm
825 Views | Time grows short and there is so much to do. Do you ever step back and think about this? Our time is limited...time in each day, week, year...life. A lot of my friends have described one birthday that was really hard for them. Michelle says it was 30 for her; Ronda says 40 was hard (wonder if I made it harder with all the You Are Old emails and telegrams she got?); Nancy said it was 50. I haven't had a difficult one yet.
Birthdays don't bother me. Neither does age. Ok...I'm 46 now. It doesn't feel right...I simply don't feel 46. I still feel like that girl who looked at her 46 year old mother and thought she was ancient. My mother just about stopped speaking to me on Sunday when I mentioned Tiana's age...and mine...during her annual birthday call (Lately I only seem to speak to her on my birthday, Christmas, her birthday, and mother's day...the rest of the year she isn't speaking to me). And then I realized that she had to face her own age...she's...hmmm...66 now. And she'll be a year older in a couple of months.
Why does age bother us so much? Do we hear the tolling of the bell and wonder how much longer we have? Is there some point in each life when we are officially old? I suspect it bothers me less because I felt older...more mature...more in need of being the adult...as a teenager. Now...I enjoy life much more....I play a ton more...ask anyone I work with...and I feel young. Age is a state of mind...and until I decide I am old...I'm not.
I wonder what my daughter thinks when she thinks of my age. Does she look at me like I looked at my parents...and wonder how long I still have left? It's funny...I don't look at my mother that way anymore. Is that also a change that comes with our own age?
I look in the mirror and see this woman...she looks tired and she has some very dark circles under her eyes. There are fine lines running over her lips...but those go away pretty quickly with some vitamin E. There are traces of white and gray hair in her scalp...hmmm...must need to color my hair again...lol... I wonder sometimes who that woman is. I just don't recognize her.
Don't get me wrong...I look at that woman every single day and I know she is me....but inside...I don't feel any older than the 21 year old who had just come home from the hospital with her new baby. I remember each day of Tiana's life...and I cherish every single memory...but I can't quite remember when she grew up...when she became a young woman...and then a wife. In my heart...she is still a one year old...running around ripping her clothes off as fast as she can get them off. I know it happened...I was there...but...it suddenly snuck up on me...how grown up she really was.
And then...she called to tell me her stepson's girlfriend is going to have a boy. I'm sure I told y'all that the girl was pregnant. So...I had to think about that. At 46...I will be a great-grandmother...to a baby I will probably never see. Tiana will be 24 when the baby is born...and she will be a grandmother. Her stepson is all of 17..and he will be a father...before Tiana is ever a mother. Life is squirrely sometimes.
I wish Tiana would move up here. I know our children have to grow up and build their own lives...but...I want so much more time with her before my time ends. I want to laugh and share and love and buy her lunches and spoil her rotten...as I've always done. Through my divorce...and for several years after...Tiana was my best friend...and I miss the girl things we did together. I don't have to judge her anymore. I'm still the mother...but she doesn't answer to me now...she has to be responsible for herself. And besides...I'm very proud of the beautiful and independent woman she is becoming. She is strong...and giving...and so very loving. I wonder if...when we are gone...we remember...we miss...we long for those who are so close to us.
Anyway...this was about time and I need to finish a letter and get to bed.
One of the lessons I try to teach Tiana is that when we are young...time seems to move so slowly. We have all the time in the world. There are so many tomorrows ahead of us...why would we worry? We'll start that exercise program tomorrow...quit smoking....tomorrow...go on that dream trip....tomorrow. It's so easy to put it off...and then one day...we wake up and think...do I still have time?
I had dreams. I wanted to go to Scotland...see the country my family came from. I wanted to write a book. I wanted to go to college. I wanted to be the CFO of a great big company. I wanted to marry someone who loved me unconditionally...always. I wanted a house full of children. I wanted....and now....I wonder.
I know I'm not out of time...there is plenty of time to do lots of things. And I'm certainly no quitter. Heck, I'm doing the college thing now...slowly. I can still go to Scotland; I can still maybe try to write a book; I don't know that I'll ever be the CFO of a big company...but who can tell. I'm being educated in that job...and I'm planning to take a lower level of that job when I'm done...and I work for a great big company...who can tell.
The house full of children? I guess it wasn't meant to be. Only Tiana...but...sometimes I think about adopting abused children...and raising them. I did always want more children...and I love them so much when they are teenagers first stepping into those life decisions.
Marriage to someone who loves me? You know...marriage doesn't mean to me what it once did. But to be loved unconditionally? Still the prize...but I'm letting that one go as well. I'm 46 years old. It's time I grew up and faced reality, hmmm?
How about all the other things I want to do? I want to build bookcases; I want to finish my house; I want to relearn square dancing; I want to learn to work with leather....a hundred and twenty things I still want to learn. And then I wonder....how much time DO I have left? | |
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| Update on the Blogsnatcher..... |
Nov 14, 2007 10:23 pm
898 Views | Just wanted to give y'all an update on the blog sucking cretin who stole our blogs this weekend. Interestingly....the person who stole Misty's blog is no longer listed...nor can I find the post. However, the people who took Kelly and my posts are still on the lists.
This is the latest from FF....Dear Member,
Thank you for your email. We have sent this to legal for further review. Once we have answers on this issue, action will be taken if applicable. If you have any questions, please email us again.
Thanks,
Cheryl F.
Abuse Support
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I would suggest you review copyright law. Under US Copyright law...the
moment that you publicize a piece of writing, it is protected. Since it is
quite clear that these three posts were posted by each of us prior to being
posted by your "paying" bloggers...it is also quite clear who the authors of
the posts were. I will be most happy to fight you over this. Under the law
you are not required to file for a copyright to be protected by copyright
law.
If you choose to do nothing...I will very publicly inform all of your
bloggers that they are not protected for any of their writings...and I will
personally remove all of my posts and my blog from your site. My writing is
exactly that...my writing. While you may be able to put it on your other
sites...you may not claim ownership of it...and neither may anyone else.
Sincerely
Arreana
-------Original Message-------
From: Friendfinder Inc
Date: 11/11/2007 12:16:44 AM
To: fairy-tears@
Subject: ff - Abuse/Spam Questions [33899422]
Dear Member,
Thank you for your email. It does not violate our Terms of Use or guidelines
to repost another member's posts. If there is a post that has a copy write,
this post must have the author's name included. If you have any questions,
please email us again.
Thanks,
Cheryl F.
Abuse Support
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Type: Abuse/Spam Questions
Handle: Ari_fairy
LEVEL: 100
PWSID: 11820073_98781
Browser: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; .NET CLR 1
1.4322)
Date: 11/10/2007
Category: Abuse and Spam
Question: What do I do when I see a profile or photo that does not adhere to
your Terms of Use?
Answer: If you come across a photo or profile that you feel should not be
allowed on our site, please send us the member's username and any
pertinent information so that we may investigate the issue without delay.
COMMENT:
There are three blogs currently posted which are blatant copies of existing
member's blogs. Heathersan copied and posted a blog called "Ever Have A
Closet" originally posted by agingone1002. Flashloving copied and posted a
blog of mine. He refers to it as "From Others Blog" but it is a word for
word copy of my blog "Where Does Meat Come From" which is written about my
sister. Lucyflynns copied and posted a blog originally written by
MistyTraveller, While he titled it "Dreams!", it is a word for word copy of
Misty's post "WWI Song".
If you check all of the posts, you will see that the three of us,
Mistytraveller, agingone1002, and I wrote our posts well before they were
plagiarized and posted by these people. We would like to request that the
posts be removed from the other blogs. These bloggers (who we suspect are
all one person...) did NOT have our consent to post our blogs...which you
will see if you check their blogs.
Thank you,
Arreana
Note....Dear FF...don't make me give you a piece of my mind. I really can't spare it. | |
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| Testing, testing....1,2,3.... |
Nov 14, 2007 9:40 pm
786 Views | Ok...one more test down. This one went really well and I didn't feel at all nervous. I haven't seen my score for the last test yet, so I'm hoping......come on...momma wants another A....I shouldn't say that...but...this really is the one area I really don't tolerate anything less. Last time I got a B...well...except that frigging College Algebra class...I cried...cause it made me mad...cause I'd worked so hard and screwed the thing up so spectacularly (spectacularly means a B, you know?).
So, one test down...four to go...3.5 weeks to finish them...along with...hmmm...7 chapters. Good thing I took next week off...lol...hmmm... If I work hard, I'll be ready for my next test by Saturday...and then if I work hard again, I can get two tests done next week...and only have one to finish by the 30th. And then this class will finally be over. I'm not taking another accounting class immediately...I need a wee break...so I have a nutrition class starting next week...a sociology class starting within two weeks...and my ethics class starting at the same time. I'm really looking forward to the ethics class...and the nutrition class. I had wanted to take psych...but it was only available at one college for the next two semesters...and $200 higher than the sociology class. Guess which one I picked? I can always take the psych class later if I choose...but I have lots of other classes to do as well.
Busy girl...I love being busy...but I think I'm losing it. It will start sucking again the next semester...when I have calculus, strategic cost management, and social systems. Accounting and heavy math classes suck...and right after that I'll be doing Intermediate Accounting along with Statistics. So...I hope we have some great calculus users here...and statisticians...cause I'm going to be shooting myself in the butt with a bazooka when I get there.
If I remember right....Mary is an Accountant...and she helped me once before with a funky problem...Belle does statistics...so...maybe all I need is a math whiz for help.....hello.....any math whiz's out there? Well...not just now...but in a couple of months....
Now...just keep yelling at me to study...no more playing. I have to somehow manage at least 9 credit hours each semester....except...that's really going to kick my butt with work. Oh well..only a few more years, right? Oh please...I hope so.
I wonder....if I can manage two degrees...if I can get two in Business....I'd like to do the Accounting...and the Operation Management...those would fit well together....and be perfect for the job I'm going for.
Funny...we were talking about performance evaluations today...we've been asked to complete our self-evals. Nancy made a comment about feeling like having to list her plans for development were worthless in her position. What was she supposed to say..that she wanted her boss' job? My boss spoke up...and said..."Why not? Ari puts that on her performance eval every year...." lol...I don't...but I'm going to.... | |
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| In Principle..... |
Nov 13, 2007 11:16 pm
942 Views | I'm not sure why this is a good night to share the rules I live by...but it is...and I am. These are the principles I base my life on...these are the mantras I repeat...when I need to be pushed...just a little farther...just a little harder. I hope that they say something to you.
Love each other
In your love, help each other
As you help, grow together
As you grow, teach each other
Learn always to be receptive to lessons
Regardless of the source, regardless of the timing
Do nothing to harm anyone or anything
Choose to be the best person you can be
Choose to do the right thing, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts
Need nothing more than you need one another
Remember that as you give...so too will you receive. Similarly, remember that what you believe, so too will it be.
Be everything you can be
And as you move through life
Be the best that you can be
At everything you do
Never give less than all you can
Never live less than all there is
Never dream less than all that can be
Never love less than all eternity
Build trust, not fear
Build faith, not need
Build hope, not despair
Choose to live, not just exist
Choose to love, not just relate
Choose to give, not just receive
Choose to forgive, even when you can’t forget.
Choose to let people leave your life as better people; not hurting from your pain and anger | |
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