did you know?

did you know friends, that it IS possible to smash your hand in the car door? well, IT IS.

not that this is something that i think about, but it happened to me the other night. i smashed my hand in the car door. not enough to break it (i hope...haha) but enough to case my hand pain and startle the living crap out of me.

and you want to know the kicker? I SMASHED THE HAND THE AT WRITE WITH.

oh. yes. i. did.

i can still write though......of course i wouldn't hurt my hand enough to not be able to use it.

yes so............there was no point to this.

i just thought i would share.

happy tuesday.

BLOT # 2,4,5,6

Hey ya'll!

BLOT #2:

ok so i have come up with a new word.

well, not so much a new word as i have come up with a new meaning for a word.

blot.

not the most creative word in the dictionary.

usually referring to a smudge or as www.dictionary.com says "a spot or stain, especially of ink on paper. " or "a blemish on a person's character or reputation: He had been haunted by a blot on his past."

i have come up with yet another meaning, but i consider it as a combination of words.

you can consider it a "blogger" word if you like. i think of the word "blog" and "thought" could be mushed together to make the word "blot", meaning "blog thought".

get it?

got it?

good. :)



BLOT #4:

i was at this really awesome bible study yesterday. we have been going through the book of first john, but yesterday we decided to stray away for a week and talk about "quiet times" and "daily devotionals".

Erin, our teacher, made a good point about a quiet time. she put it as

" a quiet time is like exercise.

once you start trying to do it regularly. you have to push yourself.

you have to make yourself get up early, if that's not something you already do.

it may take a week, two weeks, or a month (or longer) before it becomes something you do naturally.

sometimes you get to a point were you just stop doing it regularly (i.e. quiet time, or exercise).

after a few days, you definitely start to feel the wear and tear of not doing it.

if this continues, you end up in a rut and not doing it becomes normal once again.

then you have to start back over."

what do you think?


BLOT #5:

i was in math class yesterday, learning about imaginary numbers. after something my teacher said, this thought or "blot" popped into my head.

why the heck are there imaginary numbers?

it seems that those mathematicians, from back in the day,

decided they had had enough of "real numbers".

they must have all gotten together and schemed,

what they thought was, a brilliant plan.

"lets make up some new numbers," they schemed. "but they won't be more real numbers. oh no. they will be something better. imaginary numbers."

(keep in mind that this is fictional dialogue. i have no earthly idea whether or not this is what the mathematicians-from-back-in-the-day actually said.)

so my response to the above fictional dialogue is:

"sure. go ahead and come up with imaginary numbers.

we had imaginary friends as a kid,

so why not have imaginary numbers to go with the imaginary friends we lost?"

(also: keep in mind that i am not dissing the mathematicians-from-back-in-the-day, i just don't appreciate imaginary numbers)


BLOT #6:

my friend, Cara is her name, is sick

sad day for her indeed.

why don't you lovely people go over to her blog: http://thatslifeyall.blogspot.com/
make her happy.

read it and weep.

actually you may laugh instead of weep.

she is one of many thoughts.



ttfn, ta ta for now!