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Name: Amy
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Long Beach
Gender: Female
Interests: EVERYTHING! i try to get new wrinkles to form in my brain though it is very hard and probably not very easy at my age
Expertise: being a surrogate mom
Occupation: hmmmm......
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  atmyshoe
Member Since:
3/7/2006
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| No No don't worry... No paper actually got in my eye :) This week the Wii came up a few times with my kids at the after school program.
Situation 1:
Somehow game systems came up in my conversation with the kids and one of the first graders, Derek, said, "There's a paper in the eye" or so I thought. After a few "WHAT?"s and slightly panicking that he actually had a paper in his eye, I finally heard correctly that there was a paper in his Wii and so it's not work now. hahaha Thoughts: His parents, teacher, and I am probably slightly happy that there's a paper making his Wii not work because he's too consumed with games and game make-believe that it just adds to his ADHD and makes school and homework such a huge task to get through. Amazingly though, he loves reading, and is really good at it, and can read on and on for long periods of time. He just needs structure and clear expectations and he seems to succeed.
Situation 2:
Samantha, another first grader, said, "I did exercises today because I'm obese." Shocked that she knew what obese meant, and even more shocked that she called herself that, I pried to try and find out the origins of her honest comment. After clarifying, I found out that Wii told her that she was over-weight and a little obese. She said that she was exercising more because she "feels not like me." My response to her was, "I'm glad that you know that you need to exercise to keep your body healthy." Thought: I'm a little upset that such a young girl is having to worry about her body image because her mother, who doesn't want her to eat snacks even in moderation, and Wii, a mindless, heartless machine, made her aware of it. Yes, she could be thinner, but she's a tall girl and her parents aren't the smallest people. I guess she is learning healthy habits at a young age and I'm not ignorant of the real dangers of obesity, but I have a root problem with kids not being allowed to be, think, act, discover, play, etc. like kids. I don't mean that kids get to do whatever they want and are the bosses of the adults in their lives. I'm totally not for that and think kids need firm boundaries, discipline, consequences, and guidance. I'm on a tangent. :) Going back to Samatha, I think her parents are wonderful Godly parents, but I'm just sad that she has to think about her self-image.
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| Whoa! Wait a minute! I'm a quarter of a century years old! I wanted to write this profound, hallmark entry to document this milestone and write about the lessons that were learned and the hopes that lie for the future, but I think I'll let Jaeson Ma's (and ultimately the Creator's) words sum up my sentiments and feelings on this joyous day (or now yesterday hehe).
life is a gift
life is not to be wasted, it's to be cherished
enjoy every moment
live every day as if it were last
live each day with thankfulness in your heart to God
because you were fearfully and wonderfully made
you are not an accident
you are destiny
we all need to be thankful for life
whether life has been good or life has been hard
know that God loves you, always forgives you, and has a plan for you
you are His precious child
God knitted you and formed you in your mother's womb
life is not perfect, but every life is worth living
thank you
Even though he spokeforth these words for purposes other than to celebrate a birthday, it clearly resonates truth when evaluating and celebrating the life God has given to me.
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| hey all! come watch the play, "De Donde?" at Cerritos College in December. If you do decide to come... please DO NOT TELL ME WHAT DAY YOU'RE COMING to watch because it would result in me hyperventilating, passing out on stage, and probably have my worst performance EVER! hahah jk :) (you can let me know... if you must tell)
You can tickets online through the Cerritos College website, call in, or go to the school box office! Hope you to see you there... AFTER the performance.
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| I'm at home, late for church service. Actually, church has already started. I'm ready to go, dressed and coffee in hand, but I have no desire to leave my room. For "homework" I was suppose to steep in God, in Jesus Christ's presence during my week. Has that happened? No. Temporary, futile "business" and "busyness" got the best of me.
On Monday, I was the actor self. I drove out to Monrovia to help a friend with a student film. After about 7 hours of fun, I drove to Cerritos to continue in my creative self and went to rehearsals for De Donde. What a wonderful day. ALL day in the "biz" and theater realm. I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted it so badly, to be part of people's expression of internal thoughts, values, emotions, and desires.
On Tuesday, I was the teacher/administrative self. As my now normal schedule, I was the Academy Assistant Director in the morning and Learning Institute Coordinator in the afternoon. After work, I had my Child Development class 'til 10 P.M. What a wonderful day. ALL day in the educational realm. I've wanted this, too, for so long. I've wanted it so badly, to be part of people's learning and growth educationally and personally.
Before, I was the Church goer self. I have this strange and strong guilty concious. I felt/ feel bound to Church. Even as I sit here, part of me is yelling at me, telling me to get my butt off the chair and go. "You can still catch the message if you leave now." ALL of my existence was to be seen and personally feel that I was a good Christian. Seen and felt as a "good and faithful servant." I wanted it for so much of my life. I wanted it so badly, to be God's beloved daughter.
ALL of this is EMPTY.
I'm not trying to be down on my life. I generally am a downcast person, but life is wonderful. Life is truly beautiful. I am truly being blessed continuously. I still want all these things, but where is my Identity? Who am I? Actor? Teacher? Christian? NONE. I am the recipient of God's characer. That's it. I am God's beloved daughter without guidelines or clauses. What I want is to be in God's presence. I so, so, so badly want to hear the His voice.
I'm putting my hope in God. I'm opening my mouth and allowing Him to FILL it. For He promises to feed me with the finest of things (Pslam 42 and 81).
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| amy's personal 12 step program to quitting: being awake
1. takes off or adds on blankets and pillows, and adjusts the positions of these beddings
2. plays her "sleeping" worship CD again
3. goes pee and empties her bladder to see if that's the reason why she can't sleep
4. packs up her pillow and a small blanket and moves to the floor because she oddly likes being on the floor and wonders if it's just one of those floor nights
5. plays another "sleeping" worship CD
6. prays for whoever comes to her mind and reminisces and daydreams, or awake and conscious nightdreams in this case, a bit
7. sits it out while staring into darkness
8. reads her current chosen literature (can't seem to read much, but it doesn't make her sleepy)
9. massages herself and releases some shoulder and back tension
10. thinks about what in her day was different from all the other days that might have caused her insomnia and vows to not do whatever it is again
11. decides to pluck her eyebrows a bit so at least she'll have nice and clean brows in the morning, to make up for an ugly, sleep deprived face she's bound to have
12. tries to resist, but gives in and turns her computer back on--checks email, pokes around facebook, and then tries to xanga her thoughts out about what she does when she can't sleep
if the 12 step program doesn't work, she'll give up trying to quit being awake and will be awake
good night and good morning to you all at 4:11 A.M. (pacific) hahaha :)
p.s. i don't know why i've been writing in third person lately. hahah it's fun. try it sometime.
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