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Name: Rowan
Birthday: 10/25/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: God is my greatest interest and I love His Word. Secondly, I'm interested in Joey. ^_^ Besides God, he's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Then comes the rest of my friends and family, and after all of that there's the surface stuff like Lord of the Rings; Star Wars; Harry Potter; Chronicles of Narnia; Marvel comics, cartoons, & movies; Martial arts (Arnis and Kenpo); Film-making; Computer graphics; photography; drawing and any other kind of art (check out all my artwork under photos); great fantasy or sci-fi novels, and great action, fantasy, sci-fi, or mystery films ... sometimes romance :-P; comic books; writing my own novels, short stories, etc.; singing, thinking, camping, and hiking; lakes, rivers, woods, mountains, RAIN!, and generally anything in Nature.
Expertise: Anything God wants me to do, He will give me the power to accomplish
Occupation: Child of God
Industry: Soul Reaching
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  gleeleaf
MSN: balance_incarnate@yahoo.com
Yahoo:  balance_incarnate
Member Since:
11/9/2004
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| ~You walk into your room and notice half-finished invitations scattered all over your floor.
~ All of your belongings seem to be in a sad state of disarray due to sore neglect.
~ There are two or three bridal magazines in your way when you go to sit down at your computer.
~ A handy-dandy wedding planner is sitting open on your computer keyboard, with a pen resting on it ready to use ... unlike your keyboard.
~ Your computer is on and a browser is open on your work-in-progress Bridal registry to Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
~ You look over at your desk and see that it's coated in random clutters of hand-outs and paraphernalia from the bridal show you went to last weekend (everything from caterers and limousine services you definitely won't be needing and should probably discard - if you could only find the time! - to tux and decoration rentals that you need to call and set up appointments with ... if you could only find the time ...)
~ The calendar on your wall is riddled with things you need to get done (Oh, look, there's another bridal show you're going to next weekend ...)
~ All you'd really love to do is spend time with your fiancé, but there's just so much going on, and for some reason it seems like a lot of it is stuff you can't do together, like shop for wedding gowns (what is this wedding for anyway?)
~ You have to balance your checkbook every single day because your bank account is fluctuating like a bucking bronco as you work and spend and work and spend.
~ Then finally you get to lay down in your bed at night, feeling exhausted, only to find that when you close your eyes all you can see are the parading pictures of whatever wedding product you were shopping for that day (last night for me it was unity candles!).
And yet, you just feel so excited.
The Soon-To-Be Mrs. Richards | | |
| Just the other day I randomly realized how many terms there are in the English language for poo. There's poo, poop, dung, feces, stool, terds, pies, crap, the s-word, number two, logs, bowel movements, excrement, manuer, dump, and on and on!
When I realized this, I looked the word up in a thesaurus out of curiosity, and up came a ton more words that I've never even heard before! Words such as "dejections," "fiants," "guano," "midden," "spraints," "fumet," "ornithocopros," "lesses," "rejectamenta," "scat," "treddle," "ordure," "egesta," and "puer" (all of which kind of sound icky) riddle the English language.
It makes me believe we live in a culture that truly has its mind in the gutter. But then again, what was I doing thinking about it in the first place?
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| If you hadn't
noticed yet, I have not been drawing a whole lot lately. Whether I'm
just too busy or never really in the mood is a toss-up, but I have done
just a few over the past couple months, and here they are ...
The Protector
I
did this one for my dad for Father's Day. It's somewhat experimental
... I randomly wanted to try colored pencils on an acrylic paint
canvas! It was fun.
Chinese Dragon
This
was just a doodle to begin with, but then the pillar came in, which
took tons more time than the actual dragon ... Yes, those are actual
words - things like fire, dragon, magic, fury, and such - but don't ask
someone who can actually read Chinese to try and read them to you
because my calligraphy is most likely atrocious!
Flower Fairy
Very colorful and just for fun. This one shortened a bunch of my brightly colored pencils rather quickly. | | |
| *Thwak thwak thwak* *shkwe-shkwe- shkweak!*
I woke with a start, but the noise had already stopped, and I wondered if maybe I'd just dreampt it. I rose my head slightly off my pillow to glance around towards the foot of my bed where the disturbance had seemed to come from, but I saw nothing. If we didn't lock our cats in the basement every night I would have assumed they'd just knocked something down and then run off afraid and I could deal with it in the morning. As it was, I was slightly unnerved and a bit nervous about going back to sleep, feeling uneasy. But I was tired, so I laid my head back down and dozed off.
*Thwak thwak* *shkwe-shkwe- shweak!*
That time I knew I hadn't dreamed the noise, and I sat up in bed, wide awake. What was going on? It sounded like when my window fan would fall down on its side and the blades would whack against the floor. But my window fan was still sitting in the window next to my legs ...
I looked closer and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was something moving inside my window fan, just below the blades!! Unexpected sights like that are just so much more startling and frightening at night and in the dark.
I hurriedly vaulted my upper body over the foot of my bed and pulled the plug to the fan to save whatever live thing might be inside there, if it wasn't too late. How the heck did something get inside my fan? Was it okay?
"Cynthia?" I called softly, after staring mesmerized at the small, black, moving object inside my powered-off fan for a few seconds.
"Yes?" came Cynthia's quiet reply.
"You're going to have to wake up for a second ... I think a bird or something got stuck in my fan."
Cynthia sat up immediately as I turned on the light, still staring at the moving creature, which I could barely see in the darkness. As soon as the light came on, I got a shock once again, but this time less potent, being that I was wider awake and the lights were on.
"Not a bird," I said to Cynthia, "a bat!"
There was a tiny, cute little blind bat crawling at the base of my fan, trying to climb up the sheer side and find a way out. Poor little thing!
"He got sucked in!" Cynthia said with horror. I couldn't think of how ... through my window screen? Through the tough plastic guard? My fan isn't very powerful ... certainly not that powerful.
"We need to take it outside, get the fan open, and set it free."
So we carefully extracted the fan from my window, carried it downstairs as gently as we could in case the bat was badly injured, and I sent Cynthia to wake up Mom and Dad so they could help us know what to do, while I took the fan, with its little prisoner, out onto our front porch, turning on the porch light so we'd be able to see what we were doing. I was soon joined by Dad, Mom, and Cynthia.
I found a tiny splat of bat-blood on one of the fan's blades, and a tiny bit more on that side of the fan, but not enough to alarm any of us. Upon inspecting the bat closely (man, those things have such ugly little faces) and carefully (without touching him, as per my parents demands) I decided he looked healthy and whole - nothing broken or gushing. Probably just a cut or something on initial impact.
The fan also looked unharmed. The only opening we could find that might have been big enough for the bat to get through was a tiny hole ... on the side of the fan facing into our room. Which meant, the bat would have had to be in our house already, and he must have crawled across me in my sleep (exciting thought) to go against the wind, and he would have had to purposefully climb up the side of the fan and squeeze his way into the gap to get inside. Not a very intelligent choice, if you ask me. I guess he thought that was the only way out of the house.
Anyway, Cynthia unscrewed the guard on one side while Mom stayed waving at our defective motion sensing porch light so that it would come back on every now and then. I wanted to make sure the bat was alright, take a closer look and try to find the wound he was bleeding from, but my parents didn't let me. For one thing, they rationalized, what could we do for him if he was injured? We don't know how to heal a bat!
Once the guard was removed, the bat gave a few trilling little squeaks to asses his surroundings by sonar, and then he took off. He flew just fine, and was immediately lost against the dark night sky, so I guess he wasn't hurt too bad. Cynthia and I called goodbye to our very temporary bat pet, hoping he'd be okay, and the Lewis household went back to sleep.
The best we could figure is that the bat got into our rafters and managed to come into the house through my closet (which I found open). I'll make sure and block the entrance to the rafters more carefully in the future.
Just thought that was a fairly exciting little adventure that might be fun to share. Hope you enjoyed it. God bless and keep you safe, just like he did for the little bat in my fan.
~Rowan/Rachel
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| About a month ago or more, I had a whole update in my mind. I was going to tell you all about how wonderful my life is turning out and I was going to describe in detail all the great circumstances and people that God has blessed me with.
Now a very huge part of that life that I was going to describe is missing, and that entry would look quite a bit different, if I were to insist upon writing it still, even though I really don't feel like doing so anymore.
Don't get me wrong. I am still happier than I can really remember being since I was young, innocent, and naive. There's something about being young, innocent, and naive, that makes you unable to help being happy also, since there is no responsibility or cares ...
But that's beyond the point. I'm happy. Very happy. And incredibly blessed and still very grateful, even for that thing which is now missing. At least I had it while I had it.
And yet, like I said, I don't feel like writing that entry anymore. I guess huge gaping holes left in the life one once treasured so dearly can somewhat overshadow one's desire to celebrate the rest of that life, even if it doesn't make the rest of that life seem any less precious.
I just miss him a lot. I'll probably always miss him a lot, unless things work out differently than they appear to be working out right now.
At least I'll always have Joey. Or maybe that's at most. : )
Sometimes love feels like pain
And sometimes I wonder if its all the same
Sometimes light feels just like rain
Cause you never know when its gonna fall down on you
I wish you well
I wish you well
On this trip to find yourself
I wish you well
Wish I could help
But I can't help you find yourself
Sometimes faith feels like doubt
And sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get out
Sometimes life hurts just like now
But you gotta now its all gonna come back around
I wish you well
I wish you well
On this trip to find yourself
I wish you well
Wish I could help
But I can't help you find yourself
And we were 16 at the time
Nothing could ever change our minds
We were one step below invincible
And we always fought it
You've never been the same
You were so scared to make a name
Then you threw it all away
And I wish you'd come back now
I wish you well
I wish you well
On this trip to find yourself
I wish you well
Wish I could help
But I can't help you find yourself
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