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Saturday, June 10, 2006

Praise time Activity

Things that make me really happy:

Bean sprouts.
Personal witnessing.

Getting a sweet correction from an adult who loves me.
Getting an out-of-the-blue e-mail of love and "I don't know why I'm writing you, but I felt like it."
Root Beer.
Getting comments from Garfunkel. (grin)
Getting disappointed, and sailing on a happy high after hearing from the Lord.
The anticipation of watching our moving date get closer and closer. (Further, too, but always more "closer" than "further", if you catch my drift.) Wouldn't have it any other way.
Finding people who let me show them my new songs. Priceless people, them.
Being busy.
Recording vocals for something. Anything. Anybody got a Feed My Lambs project? My e-mail address is in my profile. (smirk)
Joking around with Steve.
Flipping a cake out of the pan and onto the rack and seeing that, hey, it actually looks edible.
Coming to the end of the day and realizing that I've managed to stay awake all day. Quality day, that.
Drinking tons and tons of water after working out. (this one is one of those extremist things that I take off and do all the way when I feel like it)
Doing a HUGE cleaning job, where I haul everything away and scrub the surfaces. (another one of the extremist things. My domains are usually diasasters until this inspiration strikes.)
Getting comments on my blog from people whose blogs I enjoy, whose music I love, whom I've heard about, who I miss, whose opinions I value, and everybody else.
Heavy, heavy blankets in the middle of winter.
Writing songs with talented songwriters. Or just about anyone, for that matter.
Whipped cream.
Brevity.
Going to the movie rental store and finding the movie I'm looking for right away, no complications, coming home, watching it, having it be a nice edifying movie that everyone enjoys. Wonderful feeling of easy fulfilment.
Yogurt.
Getting kisses from Mommy and hearing her say stuff like, "You're my sweet little girl. I waited through 4 boys for you, I was so happy when you came." Usually followed by, "I remember when we used to put your hair in pony tails and dress you up..."
Objectivity.
Coffee.
Humble, meek (bordering on needlessly apologetic), forgiving, kind responses to harsh, self-righteous, angsty accusations.
Sitting next to someone who has their arms wrapped around you.
Talking with someone about ideas. Someone who makes you feel like your ideas are worth something.
Finishing a long algebra problem and getting it right. YAY.
Writing little pieces on the piano. (And googling Italian words to give them names. Heh heh.)
Getting long e-mails from my sister.
Raising my hand and having people notice and get quiet. (Makes me so happy I usually forget what I was going to say.)
Having Steve say "I don't hate your songs, okay! They're just not my style! But out of your sick ballad style, your songs are the best." High praise. Fuzzy feeling. Usually followed by, "But what do I know, I don't listen to your sort of sick ballad music."
Completing a crossword puzzle.
Being sick and having Mom bring me yummy food. (Doesn't happen often.)
Secretly being awake when Mom and Dad think you're asleep, and listening to them being quiet for my sake. (My little brother Dan, on the other hand, has been weighed in the balances and found wanting.)
Getting a letter in the mail. Whoa, happens like, twice a year. It's like Christmas.
Sitting in front of the heater in Wintertime, looking up at the Christmas tree and singing "Oh Holy Night" or "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."
Helping someone with their Language Arts. Teaching them nifty grammar rules.
Hearing adults say nice things about me.
Finishing a song and being happy with it. (Doesn't happen often.)
Sloppy Joes.
Hugs that last for a long time.

Aaaaaand I tagggggg...ELAINA! Pow, take that.

12 comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brevity?
...GRIN.
ey! you cook cakes in pans?
You sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town? that's kinda antichrist isn't it?
what's your snail mail, I'll send you a birthday card.
and finally, I want to hug you on the border of Germany and Poland.
thanks for the yamanote line. I listen to it on rainy days (it's been on high demand this past week, heh)
I love you!

-purpleish substance

6/10/2006 11:05 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

cake pans...hello. what else is there? a pot?
santa claus is coming to town is not...antichrist. it's like singing "rockin robin." there is no such person as rockin robin. singing about rockin robin does not make rockin robin more important than jesus. he just... personifies... something.
what does rockin robin personify?
anyway.
yamanote line is seriously only to be listened to once and trashed. i don't know how i'll get you to comply, but i will.

germany, i'll be there. name the time and place.

6/10/2006 11:18 PM  
Blogger Joan said...

ewww.....rootbeer?? garoooosss, typical americans (or canadians) favorite drink. Uck!

hee hee, these are nice.

Snail mail, ha...I KNOW! You gotta kick up a party if someone sends you a letter, its like ... yea!! christmas!!!

Raising your hand, HAHA! I do that too!!!! Kinda like "excuse me! Excuse me.. can I say something?" *silent* ..... "etto, nanndakke...?"

ahh, florence...quickly, tag me too before its too late!!!

6/11/2006 1:55 AM  
Blogger lils said...

Hey yeah I totally agree with the clean domain after a maniacal scrub down. The inspiration really does flow better. I've listened to a few of your songs you've sung for Jess. And I think 2 or 3 written, ..but hey! maybe post song lyrics or two?
I dont' know about heavy blankets...It's as if the warmth comes with a price or something..It comes wiht your last breadth! squaasshh..ahhh..air!!

6/11/2006 8:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

haha. that's so steve. he should be a diplomat. you can imagine:
"Out of all the sick, underdeveloped, disease-ridden countries, yours is probably like, in the top 3 at least.
But what do I know? I've only been to 1."
& yeah. when r u gonna bust a move?

6/11/2006 10:46 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

lils. heavy blankets are nice, nice things. hahaha. and songs? ha, maybe...someday.
joan, root beer is carbonated love in a can.
anonymous...hahahaha you made me crack up. exactly like steve. too honest for his own good.

6/11/2006 1:19 PM  
Blogger crazynik said...

yay for root beer
PTL

6/11/2006 1:32 PM  
Anonymous Nina said...

That was fun reading! A lot of it had me chuckling. So many new things to learn about u, Flo! :)

Do u like helping ppl w/ their vocabulary, too? What does "angsty" mean?

Joan, your comment on raising your hand was so cute. Mada Nihonjin da ne. I hated root beer the first time I had it, but things changed when ice-cream came into the picture, heheh!

6/11/2006 3:21 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

nina,
strictly speaking, angst is kind of a feeling of anxiety or insecurity, but it usually typifies teenagers and teenage rebellion and anger. like emo music is angsty.

6/11/2006 6:50 PM  
Anonymous dandan said...

hey hey, i have NOT been found wanting. I just have a inate sense to know when you are sleeping or not. mom and dad just always assume you are in some sort of deep slumber that you dont wake from untill 4-oclock.

6/11/2006 9:41 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

uh...I AM, you nitwit.

6/11/2006 10:04 PM  
Blogger Alyx said...

I'm sorry Flo, but rootbeer is of the Devil. Along with bras and things like that.

It smells and tastes like aftershave.

But I guess some people like to drink aftershave, PTL.

6/13/2006 8:36 AM  

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