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Name: Hannah
Birthday: 5/22/1979
Interests: aids awareness, alte freunde, antiques, apple pie, arabian coffee, art, australia, avacados, bananas with p-nut butter, ben, birthdays, blue grass, california, chocolate, cloths, coffee, coldplay, culture, curves, dairy queen, dcb, detroit, downtown, electronica, elizabeth, fair trade, family, foo-fighters, food pantries, friends, gin, green olives, greenday, ham, heaven, helping people, homeless, humanity, jesus, judy garland, kentucky, lost in translation, make-up, mary kay, mothers, music, netflix, npr, newports, office supplies, pbs, poverty, relief work, rock-n-roll, salad, sara, scarlet johansson, shiney things, shoes, social work, texas, thank-you notes, u2, uniforms, vodka, volunteering, WAB
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| Sorry Drywall....while I agree with and enjoyed your post about how some need to report that they are busy...I need some validation. I'm so tired, can't wait for this semester to be over and since I haven't talked to my mom in almost a week and she likes to know what is going on in my life, please enjoy the self-centered post below: Monday 5:00 a.m. wake up, walk on treadmill, eat breakfast, hang out with J 7:30 - 4:00 Work 4:30 - 5:30 Homework 5:30 - 8:30 - Class 9:00 - 10:00 - The Closer 10:00 - 11:00 Homework Tuesday 5:00 a.m. wake up, walk on treadmill, eat breakfast, hang out with J 8:30 - 12:30 Class 1:00 - 5:30 Work 6:00 - 9:00 Proud Fathers Proud Parents Facilitating 9:30 - 11:00 Counsel with hurting teenager that showed up on my door step 11:00 - 12:00 The Cleaner Expected Wednesday 5:00 a.m. wake up, walk on treadmill, eat breakfast, hang out with J7:30 - 4:00 Work (take ten min to write Xanga rant) (Big boss/funding source coming to evaluate program, everything must be perfect!) 4:30 - 5:30 Homework 5:30 - 8:30 - Class 8:30 - 10:00 Move client to new placement (unless you see another slot I can fit this in) 10:30 - 11:30 Pack for Proud Fathers Proud Parents Weekend Expected Thursday 5:00 a.m. wake up, walk on treadmill, eat breakfast, hang out with J 7:30 - 4:00 Work 4:30 - 5:30 Homework 5:30 - 8:30 - Class 10:00- 11:30 Homework 11:30 Pack for Proud Fathers Proud Parents Weekend Expected Friday 5:00 a.m. wake up, walk on treadmill, eat breakfast, hang out with J 7:30 - 2:00 Work 2:00 - 4:00 Prepare for Proud Fathers Proud Parents Weekend 5:30 - 9:00 Proud Fathers Proud Parents Weekend Expected Saturday 8:00 - 8:00 p.m. Proud Fathers Pround Parents Weekend Expected Sunday 8:00 - 3:00 Proud Fathers Pround Parents Weekend 3:00 Hopefully hang out and have some down time with some friends that are supporting the program that Ben and I are facilitating this weekend and coming all the way up to Howell to participate! | | |
| In response to Drywall Monkey's post Thought's on Marriage...only this time I checked my spelling... I heard a pastor give a little mini-sermon (sermonette) at a wedding recently and he made a few points that I felt like were really profound. First, a little background. A few years back, I posted a blog about how pissed I was at two of my friends because they were getting divorced over an affair. I wasn't pissed at the divorce, but the reasons behind and actions taken the lead up to the affair. I'm sure a lot of you remember because my post went down in Alte Feuende history in the top five controversial posts. Anyway, the wedding I was at where I heard this profound sermonette was the wedding of one of the parties of the afore mentioned relationship. I was having a hard time hearing this person make the same vows to the new person that I'd heared made before. The pastor said what a lot of people were thinking and I thought these were really good words: if you see greener, plush, better looking grass on the other side, it has everything to do with the person watering the grass and caring for the yard. The grass is only greener because someone is caring for that yard. So, get your hose and fertilizer and take care of your own yard. Also, he commented on how the degree of intimacy and closeness we have with our spouse directly correlates to the intimacy, closeness and condition of our relationship with Jesus. (Just thinking about Him causes me to feel all warm and fuzzy)! The point, you might ask??? I see marriage as the parallel on earth to our spiritual relationship with Jesus. Marriage, like our relationship with Jesus, is perfected over time, with dedication and maintenance, until death. Marriage will be perfect when you and your spouse die, you will be perfect in Christ when you die. Oh...and can you believe that I'm on Xanga??? | | |
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Everyone I know...EVERYONE...in some way, shape or form is
one selfish son-of-a-bitch; including myself. People are full of double
standards, two-faced demands, unrealistic expectations, erratic and
narcissistic behavior and the killer - each one thinks they are right,
justified and down right verified in their own jacked up little minds.
Humans make me sick. This may piss you
off, but that’s kind of the point. You
don’t think you do it. You don’t think
you have a self-serving bone in your body. Guess what, you’re wrong. When it really comes down to it you don’t
really give a shit about me or anyone else for that matter. You are really only interested in what
benefits you. You are tolerant and
accepting of the things that fit into your beautiful little princess/prince
world. If it doesn’t fit with you, you
don’t like it/do it/accept it/buy it/condone it/vote for it/support it/embrace
it….
You’re a hard core Democrat/Republican/Gay/Straight/Christian/Atheist and your full of shit! You have put on a label, of some kind. You are a yuppie, a hippie, a modern gospel,
a Relevant reader, a artistic recreational drug user a conservative religious
freak. Whatever you call yourself, that
is what you have become and people that don’t fit into your little world, your
shallow, closed off, “me and only me” self-utopia get left in the dust of your forward moving life. I hate myself for this. I hate a lot of humans for this too.
The fact that I’m even writing this only exonerates
the fact that I think I have a point to make that is worth reading. I sit here and think that I’m going to influence someone and
change someone’s mind. Therefore, I’ll be the hero. See…selfish.
There’s no escaping it. I have an ulterior motive that includes making
you feel really crappy about yourself and makes me look like the good guy that
has something really profound to say. I
have people in my life that are self-proclaimed “got it all figured out”
fools! They make decisions, prove
points, try to establish some standing on some point all for what? Did their point really take hold? NOT AT ALL!
When it’s all said and done, they only served themselves. The point they were trying to make? Oh, that only masked the fear factor and
guilt they were trying to hide for making the decision they made in the first
place. I’m so fed up with living a
double standard. Being ok with something
when some of my friends do it and not ok with something when someone in my own
family does it. Maybe I need to adjust the
way I look at things…
p.s. sorry if I pissed you off, I selfishly needed to
get something off my chest. | | |
| An open (fake) suicide note to doctors and various others: You all
suck. In the twenty years we have been suffering, the best you’ve been
able to do is a mild painkiller. Countless office visits, a myriad of
failed attempts at finding effective birth control pills that wouldn’t
make us insane, Depo-Provera which made me gain obscene amounts of
weight that I now can’t get rid of, dozens of prescriptions,
ultrasounds, scans, blood tests, four laparoscopic surgeries between
us, anti-depressants, anti-anxiety medications, diuretic medications,
more blood work, replacement hormones, blood sugar medications, laser
treatments, a gastric band and lame advice is what you have offered and
none of it has worked. Let’s not forget all the supplements,
hours exercising, fortunes spent on diet plans, gym memberships and
special food, “inner healing” sessions, laying on of hands, hours upon
hours of therapy sessions, group therapy sessions, hours wasted
sleeping and books read on the subject. And yet, we’re still
morbidly obese, anxious, depressed, and INSANE during our period; in
severe pain more than a week of the month, I’m still throwing up
regularly, we’re dog-tired more than half the month, covered in acne
and unwanted hair and have absolutely no hope whatsoever. Jobs have
suffered. School has suffered. Three enormously expensive vacations of
mine have been ruined, not to mention hundreds of days out of our
lives. We’ve spent thousands of dollars, thousands of hours and all the
energy we have to spend. We’ve had enough. If you think it’s bad now,
wait until menopause comes. My sister and I are going to Vegas.
We’re taking all our money and going on a coke bender until we die. We
can’t take 20 to 30 more years of this. We’re done. Love, Sara and Hannah | | |
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