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Name: Rachael anne
Country: United States
State: Washington
Birthday: 12/1/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: People, reading, singing a lil jazz, afternoon naps, looking at the sky, dancing, writing, tea, driving with the windows down, laughing, and just living as much as i possibly can!
Expertise: Quality tunes, cheese pizza, frolicking, and fly fishing!
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Hospitality
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AIM:  BarbiQOBU
Member Since:
1/7/2004
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| everytime i come to this site, i attempt to write a new blog entry, but for some reason have the hardest time actually writing one. so tonight, i am just going to write and not think or analyze to much. here are my random thoughts as of late:
i am going to make t-shirts, buttons, and maybe even cool patches that say "Barack the Vote!" i am sure they already exist, but it will be fun to be crafty. i really like Obama and i am tired of people hating on him because he actually writes brilliant speeches full of vision. he is saying something...maybe you should try listening.
i am sad that throughout my entire life, the lenten season was never a part of my preparation for and journey to easter. a recovering southern baptist's lament...
seattle winters don't make me depressed as much as they make me very, very sleepy...i love seattle even though i can't wake up right now
i am research assistant for one of my professors writing a book on sabbath for a brian mclaren series on spiritual disciplines. in my journey to incorporate sabbath into my weekly rhythm, i am convinced that sabbath cannot happen in isolation and more importantly that sabbath will be meaningless without a deeper theology of eucharist...especially for protestants...
i have been listening to caedmon's call these days...and the wind is whispering memories of deep joy and naming my deep sorrow...
i love riding the bus...
i miss my family and oklahoma sunsets...
and now that i don't live in oklahoma any more, i actually have grown a small appreciation for country music...
ciao
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my italian papa geno lost his seven year battle to cancer in september. he was my papa, my mentor, and one of my greatest friends. with the holidays approaching i cannot help but feel a deep sorrow for what has been lost. it truly was the passing of a patriarch. he left nine children and 18 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren and one beautiful wife. the first time my grandparents slept in different beds after 57 years was when he got really sick in july. he was fiesty and onery and absolutely loved to tell stories about his life and his family. he was a fighter and up until being bed-ridden, walked everyday. i swear to you that i would go walking with him at the mall or sam's club (he loved to walk and eat the samples) or around the block and would beg him to slow down and let me catch my breath. he asked me about my life and loved reading my papers. i miss him.
i will never again be able to watch my grandparents dance in the kitchen or captivate a room as they take to the dance floor. i won't ever hear a familiar voice say, "heya ralph, how you doing kiddo."
i know he is dancing away and cancer is no longer eating his body, causing him to miss life...but i sure do miss him.
he loved life more than any person i have ever met and so when i see the colors of fall, watch the sun set over the olympic mountains, hear chopin, eat a wonderful meal, drink good wine, or enjoy the laughter of children or really good friends...i will think of him and think about how beautiful life truly is.
here's to you papa geno...salut! | | |
| today i put my ipod on shuffle and by some magical force all the songs i heard happened to be songs that took me back to all the boys from my past, be it crushes or relationships. it got me thinking about life and memories and mistakes and laughter and tears. i am now entering my last month ever as a 25 year old and i can honestly say i love my life. school is incredible and almost everyday i have to take a deep breath and just take it all in. seattle is beautiful, especially this time of year with the mountains and the vibrant colors of fall against the backdrop of evergreens. it has been quite an adventure. so i smiled today, full of gratitude, that i am who i am and that i live where i live. i smiled because i am learning how to dance. i smiled because i am grateful for the music but i am also thankful for freedom and the potentiality of a new day!
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| supposedly some questions exist concerning bear's authenticity on his discovery channel show MAN VS. WILD. if you haven't seen it, you are seriously and utterly missing out. he is dropped by helicopter into some of the worlds most dangerous places such as, the moab desert, the costa rican rain forest, the african bush...and forced to survive his way to civilization with nothing but the clothes on his back and a water bottle. he shows you how to find water, eat spiders, climb trees, kill snakes, make shelter, find natural medicines, stay warm, cool off, drink urine...etc. AND he is beautiful and british. it will be a sad day indeed if truth discovers he is not really staying in the wild. how can man beat wild if he isn't actually confronting it?
it will be even more devastating than the day willy (my next door neighbor's construction man who used to be a deep sea fisherman) told me the guys on DEADLIEST CATCH were actually a bunch of sissy wimps who couldn't survive the siberian waters where the real fishermen ventured.
come on...let me live in my blissful oblivion.
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and i am pretty sure he was the youngest person to climb to the summit of mt. everest. hott. | | |
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