Nothing Else Like It...

Nope, there's nothing else like it in the world like it. Nothing can replace it. Nothing can come close. It gives you so much more than just a warm feeling. Where I come from, you look forward to it all the year long. And when it comes, you just can't get enough of it. It doesn't stay near long enough for most people's liking. But while it's here, everyone enjoys every moment of it.

What am I referring to? Summer. Ahhhh...the word spells peace, relaxation, and warmth. I can't get enough of it!

Where I live there are 4 seasons: Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter, and Construction. But amid the brigade of dump trucks, backhoes, and crews fixing winter's potholes, the sunlight shines through--and that's what we wait all year to see and feel! There's nothing else like it!

'nuff said. I'm off to soak up some vitamin D while I can...

Friends of Old...

This often puzzles me:

We go to school for years, often growing up with the same people we started with in kindergarten. We spend vast amounts of time with these people--they are a major part of our lives. Then comes high school grad. It is here that many of us go our separate ways--to different colleges/universities or out in the workforce. It's at this stage of the game that the friendships we've created and the times we've shared seem to become a distant memory. It's happened. We've drifted apart.

But why is this?! Why do we let our friendships dissolve into history? What sense does this make?

Maybe it's because of my personality--friendships and relationships are very important to me. It comes very naturally for me to try to make every effort to keep in touch with those who I was close to and that I don't see anymore. More often than not I'm left on a one way street, so to speak. I'm the one doing all the talking but there's very little communication on the other end.

Am I all by my lonesome on this line of thinking!?!

It just gets me to think that we spend so much time with these people--truly enjoying their company and companionship--and then just throw it off like it never happend. That's a lot of time and energy invested into those friendships! I really can't understand why anyone would just want to disregard it after all of that.

Well, I could go on but I would pretty much be saying the same thing over and over again...enough of my ranting for today...

Inspiring Lines

Two little lines have peaked my attention and thoughts the last couple of days:

Don’t just count the days; make each day count.

This one comes a little more naturally for me--I've always tried to be positive and thankful in every situation I'm thrown into. Sometimes it's hard, but I've tried to adjust to my surroundings and roll with the punches with my usual carefree, happy-go-lucky spirit. This line hit home, though. It put into words how I try to live life.
For example, one day when I found out I hadn't landed a job I had interviewed for, my best friend said "Will you just try to show a little disappointment for once!!"
I seriously hope this attitude is contagious--it's far better than wallowing in misery. It helps you get over life's blows far easier.
It also makes you think of another line: "This is the first day of the rest of your life." It, too, makes you think--I can't change the past, but I do have a say in what I choose and do today. I can make a difference--somewhere, somehow. But it's up to me to step out and dare to make that difference.

The harder you work at what you should be, the less you’ll try to hide what you are.

Isn't that the truth?! Sometimes we're so wrapped up in trying to keep others from seeing our faults and insecurities that we fail to do something about them. Who do you admire more: The guy who goofs up but tries to cover it up or blame it on someone else or the guy who stands up in front of everyone and admits he was wrong. I admire the second by far--it takes guts to do that!

Something to think about...

English ~ It's a Crazy Language!

I was surfing the Net the other day and happend across this interesting tid-bit:

Aoccdrnig to a rsaeerch at a Birsith Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmotnat tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Ins't taht cool?! Reading it made me recall an article a high school teacher once handed out to the class:

It has often been pointed out that communication would be simpler if English spelling were not so unnecessarily difficult; for example, cough, plough, rough, through and thorough. A gradual program of changes would wipe out these anomalies.
In the first year, ‘s’ would be used instead of the soft ‘c’. Sertainly sivil servants in all sities would reseive this news with joy. Then the hard ‘c’ could be replased by ‘k’ sinse both letters are pronounsed alike. Not only would this klear up konfusion in the minds of klerikal workers, but typewriters kould be made with one less letter. And English would look more like German.
There would be growing enthusiasm when, in the sekond year, it was anounsed that the troublesome ‘ph’ would henseforth be written ‘f’. This would make words like ‘fotograf’ twenty persent shorter to print.
In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reash the stage where more komplikated shages are possible. Governments would enkourage the removal of double leters, whish have always been a deterent to akurate speling.
We would al agre that the horible mes of silent ‘e’s in the languag is disgrasful. Therfor we kould drop them and kontinu to read and writ as though nothing had hapend. By this tim it would be four years sins the skem began, and peopl would be reseptiv to steps sutsh as replasing ‘th’ by ‘z’. Perhaps zen ze funktion of ‘w’ kould be taken on by ‘v’, vitsh is, after al, half a ‘w’.
Shortly after zis, ze unesesary ‘o’ kould be dropd from vords kontaining ‘ou’. Similar arguments vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.
Kontinuing zis proses yer after yer, ve vud eventuli hav a reli sensibl riten styl. After tventi yers zer vud be no mor trubls, difikultis, and evrivun vud find it ezi tu understand etsh ozer.

~ The Vancouver Sun

'nuff said.

Hvae a graet day!