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Maybe

So I watched The Time Traveler’s Wife today, and overall, I thought it was a sweet story. But that was about it. 😦 I thought the film could have been made better and the acting was sup-par. But it did get me thinking. If I could travel back in time and let myself know a few things, what would I say to myself?

So, here’s a short list of some things I think might have been beneficial to hear if my older self told me. 😀

1. Don’t wear the Tweety Bird shirt to your first day of High School.

2. Don’t waste so much time goofing around in songwriting class. There’s actually some really awesome stuff to hang on to.

3. Try some ethnic foods a little earlier in life.

4. Don’t take spanish for foreign language. You’ll regret it if you take spanish instead of french, like you’re gonna want to.

5. Don’t try to be like other people.

6. Don’t make the joke about kicking Kelley out of your office because she said, “YOUR MOM” during her first year. You’ll only have to try to convince her over and over and over again that you were joking.

7. Don’t get so consumed with technology that you forget about the people around you.

8. Eat healthy. McDonald’s before EVERY football game is not good. Ever. Come to think of it, stay away from McDonald’s altogether.

9. Be honest with yourself. Be honest with others.

10. Move to California and work your way up the corporate ladder at Apple Computers 😉

What about you? What are some things you wish you could go back in time and tell yourself??


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In Smithereens, The Search For Affinity

Amanda here, reporting live from the Apple Store in University Village (U Village) . . .

I JUST BOUGHT SNOW LEOPARD!

woo hoo! I’m soooo stoked! A more efficient operating system for my beloved beauty of a laptop? Don’t mind if I do! 😀 I’ve heard mixed reviews about it today so after I do all the install stuff, I’ll let ya know how it all goes.

Wow!

So many things to report as of late.

1. I bought a plaid shirt!


I know what you’re thinking, “don’t they wear plaid in Texas?” Yes. yes they do. They also wear huge belt buckles, but that doesn’t appeal to me either. And most of the time when they’re wearing plaid, it’s tucked into jeans so as not to defer the attention away from said belt buckle. It’s so different wearing plaid up here in Seattle. There’s such a hip vibe from the various stylings of the plaid top combo here. I’ve been wanting one for a while, and now i have one! And I REALLY like it! I’ve been on a yellow shirt kick as of late, so it’s grand 😀

2. Reading Rainbow is no more. 😦


And my world slowly crumbles, as I can no longer roll over in my bed on Saturday mornings, turn on the TV and hope to stumble across a new episode that encourages me to

TAKE A LOOK, IT’S IN A BOOK, THE READING RAINBOW . . .

My voracious appetite for reading can be traced back to many episodes of Reading Rainbow. I can still hear the voice of the man narrating KNOTS ON A COUNTING ROPE. Alas, I shall simply have to make up for it by buying more books. . . so maybe it’s not such a terrible thing after all.

Though I must add, having been a ‘teacher’ in various capacities and reading over essays with ATROCIOUS grammar and spelling, it does sadden me that an already crumbling education system doesn’t have the outsourcing that is Reading Rainbow. Heck, I know some 25 year olds who could benefit from a few hours with Lavar Burton.

3. Snow Leopard is mine!


That’s right, it’s mine!! And I can’t wait to install it! My Friday evening will consist of cleaning up (thanks to Don for sharing THIS article) and revamping my laptop and installing SNOW LEOPARD! I love my Mac! And I love all that my Mac can do! And if my Mac was a guy, I’d marry him! Alas, I shall simply have to hunt down a suitor who is as madly in love with Macs as I am. . .

4. My niece started Pre-K!

my ‘babycakes’ is growin’ up *sigh*

For a while her parents weren’t sure if they were going to “bother” with enrolling her in school and OH HAPPY DAY—they DID!! I cannot tell you how much I value education. Even if it is at a ghetto school in the projects. . . we’ll work to get her to a better school soon! But for Pre-K, I’m pretty alright with it. 😀

5. TV Premieres are just around the corner!!

Which ones have made my “TV Show Schedule?”
These ones:


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A Mirror Is Harder To Hold

Hello everyone!

Well today is a REALLY busy day and I won’t have time to write a quality entry, so I’ve asked my amazing friend Kelley (The Blog) at to write a guest blog entry! She is an amazing friend with great insight and I hope you enjoy reading her stuff as much as I do. 😀

I’ll be back in blog land tomorrow!

Love,
Amo
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“Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.”

Thomas Jefferson

Today, all over our planet big ideas are being argued and discussed and fought over. Wars are being waged. Elections are being held. Economies are growing and shrinking. Some people have too much, some have too little, some have just enough. That’s the business of living, when six and a half billion people share the same home.

Good things are happening. Bad things are happening too.

Good things and bad things.

But it seems to me that lately when I turn on the radio, open a newspaper (yes a real honest-to-god newspaper, made from trees!) or check the news online it’s hard to see that. I mean, it’s easy to find articles and soundbites claiming all is well or all is ill, but that’s just it – well or ill they claim, without much in between. As if we all woke up 12 months ago, or 18, or 3 years, or 9 and all the space between every extreme had disappeared. As if all that’s left is me versus you, with nowhere for us to meet in the middle. Am I the only one that feels this way?

Nowhere does this polarization seem more obvious to me at this moment than in our American political and social discourse.

Are we heroes or villains? Traitors or patriots? Successes or failures? Humanitarians? Despots? Frauds? Honest people? Liars? Is America beautiful or ugly? Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys?

Clarence Skinner wrote, “The line which separates Good from Evil runs not between men, but through them.” Paraphrased, “The line that separates good and evil does not run between groups of people, but through every human heart.”

I believe that Clarence Skinner had it right.

I also believe that sometimes I don’t want him to be right.

I want a quick fix and an easy solution. I want a scapegoat, a simplification and an excuse. I want an ally and an enemy, with no complex shades of gray between.

I even want those things right now to explain away the kind of polarization that thrives on just such inclinations.

That makes me part of the problem.

And it is a problem, because when I let the discourse I am so privileged to have the opportunity to engage in, degrade to me versus you, I lose something valuable. I lose my honesty.

Some of my ideas and opinions and views are ignorant. Some of them are immature or silly. Some of them are wrong. Some of them may even be dangerous.

And that makes me versus you a lie.

Because I’m not all right. And you aren’t all wrong.

When I stick my fingers in my ears and close my eyes, when I won’t hear you out or look through your eyes I’m saying that I don’t need to. I’m saying that my ideas are unexcelled, my reasoning flawless, my perspective perfect.

It’s a lie.

It’s an easy lie for me to tell.

It’s an easy lie for me to believe.

So back to these radios and newspapers and websites – you know, the ones with the poles. If all I see and all I believe is me versus you then I guess I have my eyes shut and my fingers in my ears. And if I have my eyes shut and my fingers in my ears, then all I hear is myself. And if all I hear is my own self, then I’m hearing lies. Not all lies – because just like not everything I say or think is right, not everything is wrong either – but lies nonetheless.

I need to hear truth from you so I know where and why I’m wrong. And you need to hear truth from me so you know where and why you’re wrong.

But that means we need our honesty.

It also means we need each other.

So I want to learn to see and hear you. And I want you to learn to see and hear me. Sometimes you might have to pry my eyes open. Sometimes I may have to drag your fingers out of your ears. But maybe if we do that long enough we’ll make it to a different kind of place in our discourse, a different place in our articles and soundbites. And maybe it will be the sort of place where making progress keeps our hands and fingers too busy to bother our ears, and where we need our eyes too much for walking forward to close them.

I hope so.

Because then I think we’ll be a little more honest.

And you know, this really smart guy had something to say about honesty once…

Note: Thanks Amanda for letting me word-vomit on your awesome blog. I was pretty much giddy like a schoolgirl when you asked if I would. And thanks Amanda’s blog readers for slogging through this behemoth post (if indeed you did, and I don’t blame you if you didn’t.) Amanda already linked to my blog above, but – as you’ll see if you try to click it – my blog is “private.” Private doesn’t mean you can’t read it, however! If you ever want to check it out all you have to do is shoot me an email at kelleyarowe(at)gmail(dot)com and let me know. I’ll add you to the reader’s list and you’ll receive a verification e-mail from Blogger letting you know you’re approved. Annoying, but not too painful I hope. Thanks again. -Kelley

P.S. The post title is from a seriously awesome song by Jon Foreman (who is – funnily enough – a seriously awesome artist.) I would definitely encourage you to check it out. And then check out all his other songs. I mean hey, might as well while you’re at it, right? 😉


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I Like To Move It

You ever had those moments where you made a choice and then after making it, gone, “Why in the world did I do that?!?” Well I had a moment like that. On Monday night, I went to my FIRST EVER gym class by myself. Not only was it my first one in years (the first one being with a group of friends in Master’s Commission) but it was called BOOT CAMP. What was I thinking? I have been working out on my own since January. But nothing compared to boot camp. Because in my daily workout, I don’t do wall sits for 2 minutes while weightlifting. Call me crazy, I just never thought to include that in my workout routine. It kicked my butt. Though I should have known that when my instructor broke down the class routine and put COOL DOWN in air quotes, I shoulda had an inkling that I’d be sore and barely able to walk when I left . . . which . . . I was. Now, I don’t need pity. I NEED to work out. I NEED to be healthy. But what had slipped my mind at the moment, was that I had agreed to help a friend move the next day. So when I was heading to her house, feeling every move in my abs, I imagined all the boxes that I would be lifting. The good news is that there actually wasn’t a TON to move. So my abs and arms only hurt most of the time 😉 I thought I’d share some fun photos with you guys from the move:

The sticker WAS on me. She doesn’t know it’s on her now 😉

I did all the HARD work 😉
for the record, we were done, i just wanted a funny pic

Helping Heather move a really light table

Heather hunting a kitty cat that paid us a visit

Elizabeth doing some heavy lifting 😉
again, we were about to leave

Watching the guys try to get a giant armoire through the hallway doorway

Gotta remove the top to get it through



So glad that Em got into her new place! It’s such a cool apartment 😀 Also glad I got to work out my muscles and help my friend at the same time


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Always Love

“Always love. Hate will get you every time.”

I think Nada Surf is onto something here. . .

too bad that’s not the case for this guy . . .

My friend Kelley posted that vid on my Facebook this morning and I was just so saddened by it. 😦

I will be honest, I grew up with a LOT of anger and hatred against others and myself in my heart. I had plenty of reasons to, which I won’t go into depth about for now. But let me tell you, if I could take back all those years of hatred against others and myself and anger and replace them with love and compassion and understanding, I would in a heartbeat.

“Always love. Hate will get you every time.”


It’s a truth that will save a lot of time, energy, relationships, and lives. Always love. It’s hard, I know it is. I get annoyed with certain personalities just as much as you do. But here’s the deal. Hatred against others solves nothing. Nothing.

I think the thing that hurt my heart the most about that teaching from Steven Anderson (I listened to the entire teaching) is that there were people in the audience “Amen”ing and cheering him on. So not only is there extreme hatred being conveyed throughout his teaching, it’s being encouraged and learned by those in attendance. He is teaching hatred.

When I was a little girl, my parents went through a separation that led to divorce. My father was completely at fault, there is no doubt about that. But I’m thankful that even at a young age, I never stopped loving my father despite his shortcomings. What followed the divorce was years of fighting past my mother’s attempts to teach us to hate our father. She would say he was the devil and that we should hate him and that we should never speak to him and so on. I never realized back then how much her thoughts and her teachings would play out in my life. I didn’t hate my dad. I’ve NEVER hated my dad. My love for my dad has always endured, and for that I’m entirely grateful. But what resulted was taking on a mindset that it was okay to hate people. That somehow, if someone wronged me, it was perfectly normal to hate them and wish that they were dead. So I did. I manipulated situations to embarrass others and to give them “what was coming to them.” As I’ve grown up and as I’ve developed in my faith, I’ve learned that it’s not okay. If I teach others that it’s okay to hate people that disagree with them/ that make big mistakes/ that say the wrong things at the wrong times/ that get on their nerves/ that look or act different than they do/ believe different things than they do . . . not ONLY am I teaching them to learn to eventually hate me, but I’m teaching them the COMPLETE opposite of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

The thing I don’t understand is that when Mr. Anderson says that he prays that Obama would die and burn in hell, it COMPLETELY counteracts the verses in the Bible that says that God desires that NONE SHOULD PERSISH and that ALL WOULD COME TO THE FATHER and that GOD IS THE JUDGE, not us.

And I think what some don’t understand is that hate kills. It kills your heart, it kills your joy, it kills your life, and the hearts, joy, and lives of people in your wake. What is sad is that though I am a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, I know others who are reading this and are thinking I’m off course with the heart of God. And they are thinking that I’m a horrible sinner because I don’t hate homosexuals, or our President, or other people who don’t necessarily share my same value system. And though that’s completely not cool, I get it. As long as there is someone else to hate, someone else to blame, someone else to find fault in, we’ll always find it/them. It’s easy. So easy in fact, that the one place WE rarely look is the one place where we can start—in the mirror, examining our own ways, our own heart and saying, “How can I change my life, my heart, my mindset to build a bridge of love, to take time out of my life to invest in another’s, to listen to SOMOENE ELSE’S story for a change, in hopes that good will come out of it?” We don’t need to develop a community, a nation, a world of hatred against others. I need to build bridges and relationships that will last. You need to build bridges and relationships that will last. We need to build bridges and relationships that will last.

Please hear me when I say that I DO NOT hate Steven Anderson. I am however highly saddened and disappointed that people are jumping on board with his teachings about praying that Obama would die and burn in hell. I don’t always agree with the President, but I respect his authority. And I DON’T want him to die and burn in hell. I dont’ think that is what is going to “save” our nation. I think that any Christian believers who prays that prayer totally negates their credibility when they get mad that people would support abortion. Wanting someone to die, whether they are a governmental figure or an unborn child, is “6 one way, half a dozen the other” and makes us no different than those that we oppose.

IF you find yourself wanting something to hate,

Hate poverty.
Hate world hunger.
Hate child abandonment.
Hate social injustice.
Hate selfishness.
Hate pride.
Hate watching the heart of humankind deteriorate.

and do something PROACTIVE and PRODUCTIVE about it.

Always Love.


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Fantasy

Shout out to all the LADIES out there! I am pleased and proud to announce the girly counterpart to FANTASY FOOTBALL!

May I introduce you to CELEBRITY FANTASY BOY DRAFT 2009!


CLICK HERE to go to the website (fantasyboydraft.weebly.com)


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The Verdict



Once upon a time in blasé film infested Hollywood . . .

Quentin Tarantino helped bring back the art of major motion pictures. That’s right, I said it. He’s a cinematic wonder. I went to see Inglourious Basterds today and at the end, I clapped so loud. Lucky for me, the ENTIRE auditorium clapped along with me. It is truly a genius film. It brought in refreshed techniques and a strong script with it. It’s been a while since I’ve been so engrossed in a film like this.

I went into it knowing kind of what to expect. I mean, when it comes to Tarantino, you can always count on tons of violence—very vivid violence at that, random dark scenes that spew from his creative mind, and lots of language. And I was so surprised! I mean, don’t get me wrong, there were definitely elements of all of that, but for once I felt like the main star of his film was NOT the guns, was NOT the language, but was his characters that were so strongly defined and so keenly portrayed. I mean, there were SO many little details that went into the web he wove and in the end, you just find yourself expecting one thing and being completely surprised at the outcome. I won’t go into too much detail because I want you to go see it with an open mind, ready to be caught off guard like I was. Yes, I thought it was THAT good. As a beginning screenwriter, I’ve read through a lot of scripts and I’ve written and re-written and RE-re-written some of my own stuff. And it’s always so tough cause you don’t want to write what’s already been done, and I feel like a lot of the movies I’ve seen recently have just done that. I mean, I know that especially in this economy, the movie studios are looking for what they know works, such as predictable rom-coms and bloodlusty horror flicks that rely on bloodflow to counteract the lifeless acting and storylines. I get it. But Tarantino bent all those rules and in Inglourious Basterds, teaches us to connect with a character so strongly that just the mention of a name of an antagonist in the flick makes your stomach turn upside down and you feel as if it’s your OWN NEMESIS that you’ve had to come face to face with.

I love that in each of the chapters of the movie, I was given a strong piece of the puzzle that left me wondering how it all tied in and when that chapter was over, I was like, “Wait, no, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT??” In so many movies, they give it to you cause, sadly, if they don’t, you’ll probably never get it. But just as my mind was trying to wrap around what could possibly happen next, a new development came into the picture and it played into just a corner of what I’d just seen, totally blowing my perception of what might be coming up next out of the water.

It definitely inspired me to rethink some of my own screenplays and to challenge myself to explore plot twists I’d never considered.

Don’t get me wrong, if you don’t prepare yourself for a Tarantino flick, you’re gonna hate it. That’s just how it is. He is definitely a cinematically acquired taste. And after Grindhouse came out, many people lost faith in him as an artist . . . and I can’t really blame them either—the trailer alone made me not want to even bother, but he totally redeemed himself with Inglourious Basterds. I think that any movie that can intrigue me, especially when I

A) am not really a fan of Brad Pitt
B) am not a fan of subtitles
C) am not a super huge fan of gore/violence
D) am usually turned off by the lame portrayals of just how morose Hitler is
E) am ruined from screenwriting and thus i pick apart every element of the movie

has become something of amazing art form. I really encourage you to watch it. I mean, go in knowing what you can expect from Tarantino, but be ready to be impressed in the cinematic quality it offers. From the soundtrack to the lighting, to the camera angles, and even to the wonderful supporting role portrayed by THE OFFICE’s BJ Novak, I hope you get to clap at the end too. 😀