I heard something interesting on the radio this morning and just had to share. Being the non-detail oriented person that I am I had never noticed it before, but as the Christmas season progresses I will definately be keeping an eye out for it now.
They were doing a quiz on A Charlie Brown Christmas and from the answers to that quiz I learned that in Linus's speech about the true meaning of Christmas when he tells about the angels coming to the shepherds - when he says "Be not afraid" he drops his much loved and treasured security blanket.
What beautiful symbolism that I had never noticed. Charles Schultz rocked. I knew that was one of my favorite Christmas shows for some reason.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Strangers
Today I pondered this very interesting question. How many strangers have noticed me that I have never noticed? No this has nothing at all to do with that last entry, suprisingly. But I was outside attempting (note the "attempting" part) to decorate the front of the house when I saw two teenage girls walk around the circle. They were walking and giggling in the way teenage girls tend to do. I was reminded very much of myself and my best friend when we were that age. Then just a few minutes later, I heard two smaller girls playing in a yard up the way. I glanced up to see where the noise was coming from and discovered them running around the yard as one of their parents got things together, then they all loaded into a car. I can recall a very similar experience from my childhood in a neighborhood much like my own, with my best friend from elementary school running around in her leaf covered yard while we waited for her mother to come out to drive me home. And it occured to me - where there neighbors who heard us laughing and looked up from their work to see where the noise was coming from? Where they reminded of a similar experience in their childhood? What about when I was a teenager? What did strangers think then? Did I make them feel like the world was going to south in a handbasket? Did I remind them of times in their youth? Who were the strangers who watched our wedding from the street (it was an outdoor ceremony in a historic town- easily viewable to anyone who wanted to see). We can see them on the video, but I wonder about their stories. Where they there for a visit? Did they live nearby? Did the site encourage or depress them? What about now? What impression do I leave on strangers? That thought makes me a little self-conscious. Are there strangers pondering this very same question?
This of course led me to another thought which was about my preschoolers. I know for a fact that in two years they will have no idea who I am. I know this because I don't remember my preschool teachers. I know this because my preschoolers from last year don't know me now. And that's expected. They don't see me anymore. Their memories are not developed that much to recall the non-repeated. But I remember them. And I remember the 10 year olds I taught in Wednesday night Bible school classes when I was a senior in college, but I'd bet $50 they don't remember me now. Because life led me away from that church and away from their lives. I was just a tiny blip on their radar. But I remember them. I wonder if my Sunday School teachers remember me? I wonder what was going on in their lives and what their journeys of faith were that I was too young to ask about. I know what convinced me to volunteer for that position, what convinced them?
They were stangers to me, but I'm glad they were there. They made a difference. They planted tiny seeds, they helped me create pictures for my mother that I was later able to look back on and not only see how far I had come, but see how much my mother loved me because she kept so many of them. I don't know who it was, but someone must have impressed on me the importance of the cross in a VBS because for years following preschool my prized possession was a glow-in-the-dark cross, that said VBS on the front. I still have it.
This of course led me to another thought which was about my preschoolers. I know for a fact that in two years they will have no idea who I am. I know this because I don't remember my preschool teachers. I know this because my preschoolers from last year don't know me now. And that's expected. They don't see me anymore. Their memories are not developed that much to recall the non-repeated. But I remember them. And I remember the 10 year olds I taught in Wednesday night Bible school classes when I was a senior in college, but I'd bet $50 they don't remember me now. Because life led me away from that church and away from their lives. I was just a tiny blip on their radar. But I remember them. I wonder if my Sunday School teachers remember me? I wonder what was going on in their lives and what their journeys of faith were that I was too young to ask about. I know what convinced me to volunteer for that position, what convinced them?
They were stangers to me, but I'm glad they were there. They made a difference. They planted tiny seeds, they helped me create pictures for my mother that I was later able to look back on and not only see how far I had come, but see how much my mother loved me because she kept so many of them. I don't know who it was, but someone must have impressed on me the importance of the cross in a VBS because for years following preschool my prized possession was a glow-in-the-dark cross, that said VBS on the front. I still have it.
The Habitat of the Elusive Zann
Yes, yes, I've been away a while again.
Have I mentioned that I work for a newspaper's advertising dept? Have I mentioned that it is the Christmas season? But those are merely excuses. But I will be honest. I have been writing, I just don't write here. I came here about a year ago with the intention of keeping up with Farmwife. It is a lot quicker than the snail mail letters we had been exchanging - then I discovered other people who I enjoyed reading and keeping up with and a few more old friends. So I started this blog. But I'm really not much of a blogger. I'm too private for that. I'm a journaler. I like knowing who is reading what. It is part of the control freak in me, I think. I've been journaling online for years - since 2001, in fact. But I have controls at my finger tips there. I have a few public enties but the majority are "Friends only" which means only the people I okay to read it, are reading it. No strangers, no lurkers. The idea of lurkers kind of creeps me out. I guess in my very visual mind I picture dark shadowy figures peering in my windows or from around bushes. I write a lot more there, and once I've written there, it feels like quite an effort to come here write the same thing but having to omit details, to avoid unknown eyes seeing things that could potentially put me at risk of identity theft or who knows what else.
But anyway my rambling here has a point - I know I don't blog much but I also know that some of you only read this blog in order to keep up with what all is going on in my life- like snail mail letters- just as I read your blog to do the same with you. If this is the case and you would like to hear from me more often - then you are more than welcome to request a "friending" over at "the other place". If I know you, I'll happily accept it. Even if I'm just getting to know you from here but feel comfortable with you, I will probably friend you. I feel free to share a lot more there. Here, I struggle to make a post because I know myself well enough to know that if I'm not careful I will share more than is prudent to share. That is not to say that I won't still be blogging here. I will. It's just not as frequent. And I didn't know if I had ever mentioned that to you all or not. But there you have it.
Now on to an actual blog entry - or a ponderment.
Have I mentioned that I work for a newspaper's advertising dept? Have I mentioned that it is the Christmas season? But those are merely excuses. But I will be honest. I have been writing, I just don't write here. I came here about a year ago with the intention of keeping up with Farmwife. It is a lot quicker than the snail mail letters we had been exchanging - then I discovered other people who I enjoyed reading and keeping up with and a few more old friends. So I started this blog. But I'm really not much of a blogger. I'm too private for that. I'm a journaler. I like knowing who is reading what. It is part of the control freak in me, I think. I've been journaling online for years - since 2001, in fact. But I have controls at my finger tips there. I have a few public enties but the majority are "Friends only" which means only the people I okay to read it, are reading it. No strangers, no lurkers. The idea of lurkers kind of creeps me out. I guess in my very visual mind I picture dark shadowy figures peering in my windows or from around bushes. I write a lot more there, and once I've written there, it feels like quite an effort to come here write the same thing but having to omit details, to avoid unknown eyes seeing things that could potentially put me at risk of identity theft or who knows what else.
But anyway my rambling here has a point - I know I don't blog much but I also know that some of you only read this blog in order to keep up with what all is going on in my life- like snail mail letters- just as I read your blog to do the same with you. If this is the case and you would like to hear from me more often - then you are more than welcome to request a "friending" over at "the other place". If I know you, I'll happily accept it. Even if I'm just getting to know you from here but feel comfortable with you, I will probably friend you. I feel free to share a lot more there. Here, I struggle to make a post because I know myself well enough to know that if I'm not careful I will share more than is prudent to share. That is not to say that I won't still be blogging here. I will. It's just not as frequent. And I didn't know if I had ever mentioned that to you all or not. But there you have it.
Now on to an actual blog entry - or a ponderment.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
It's funny, recently I've thought of several things I would like to blog about, but wouldn't you know that right now with the holidays quickly coming upon us (if you hadn't guessed, the holidays are a super busy time in the advertising field), I have no time to do so.
So here is a quick run down of what's happened recently.
- For Halloween they had us dress up at work. I went as a Cat-burglar. I was a cat who burgled, complete with pillowcase, ski cap, mask and flashlight. I was compliment a lot. I lost the competition to the girl who came as the fat lady who had lost her dog like in this comic.
-We went to Indiana, it was still flat.
- I went to vote, like everyone else. Sadly I felt like I was voting for the lesser of the two evils rather than someone I thought would do a good job as far as the senate race went.
- They've already started playing Christmas music over the phone system at work. That in my opinion is just wrong before Thanksgiving.
- This weekend I am driving back home to hopefully have a small get together with 5 of my girl friends from high school. I have a feeling it will end up being maybe 3 of us, but I'm hoping they prove me wrong.
- Perhaps one day I'll actually get to come back with a "real" blog post.
So here is a quick run down of what's happened recently.
- For Halloween they had us dress up at work. I went as a Cat-burglar. I was a cat who burgled, complete with pillowcase, ski cap, mask and flashlight. I was compliment a lot. I lost the competition to the girl who came as the fat lady who had lost her dog like in this comic.
-We went to Indiana, it was still flat.
- I went to vote, like everyone else. Sadly I felt like I was voting for the lesser of the two evils rather than someone I thought would do a good job as far as the senate race went.
- They've already started playing Christmas music over the phone system at work. That in my opinion is just wrong before Thanksgiving.
- This weekend I am driving back home to hopefully have a small get together with 5 of my girl friends from high school. I have a feeling it will end up being maybe 3 of us, but I'm hoping they prove me wrong.
- Perhaps one day I'll actually get to come back with a "real" blog post.
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