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Monday, July 07, 2008


Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out / Every word they speak...
 
It's funny how the smallest thing someone says can really get to you. In good ways, as well as bad (although more often the former, I guess).

For instance. The other day, I got a voice mail message from someone... not a personal voice mail from someone who directly called my phone, but a voice mail that was sent out to a somewhat large group of people. The message, for the most part, didn't even pertain to me. But at the end of the message, there were four words that made me feel really really good (which is completely nonsensical, based on the distribution of the message, etc). "I'm thankful for you". A very small thing... but it really made my day. For the rest of the day, when I got tired or was having a rough time, I thought back to the message... and the fact that someone was thankful for me. Not for my work, or my skills, or what I had done... for ME. And that, for whatever reason, means something to me.

Six things I'll never get tired of hearing:
  • I love you

  • I'm so glad you came

  • I appreciate you

  • I miss you

  • I'm praying for you/thinking about you

  • I'm thankful for you


Seriously... it's all the little things that keep me from drowning in the vast chaos of life. Without them, I would truly be lost.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2007


odd...
 
quote from a technical document:

"Toolbar controls are called butcons - a combination of button and icon."

I guess you learn something every day... but for some reason, the concept of calling anything a "butcon" make me want to giggle. :-)

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Wednesday, January 07, 2004


 
Just got an e-mail that says there is a potable water outage on most of Marshall, which includes restrooms and drinking fountains.

Potable: Fit to drink (per Dictionary.com).

Nice to know that Marshall considers our toliet water "fit to drink".

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Sunday, September 07, 2003


 
so much to say...

so few words in the English language with which to say them...

*sigh*

so I'll go to bed, instead of blogging. because I lack the cognative ability to translate thoughts into pixels. and because, if I did manage to write something semi-coherent, no one else would understand it anyway.

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