I really have no idea how it's even possible that a person could be blessed with this kind of ungracefulness.

On Thursday afternoon, I broke my toe. On a high chair. I'm not even kidding.

So let's recap these past couple of weeks...

Bumped my head and made my nose bleed
Gave myself a slight concussion
Set my apartment on fire
Somehow singed off a scarily large portion of my bangs
Ran into an oven and ended up with a nice big bruise
Twisted my ankle and almost fell over in the middle of the street while walking in new heels
Broke my toe

Oh, the never ending adventures of Linz.

Time

What do you do with your time? Obviously everyone is busy but I wonder how well you spend your time. Just because we all have to work and or go to school, that doesn't mean you can't live those passionately! Or does it? If you read this blog, please let us know by leaving a comment! We would love to hear from you.

Florida baby!

Looks like I'm headed to Fort Myers after graduation!!! Click on the Fort Myers link to check it out!

Why I need heavy painkillers and a long vacation.

Let's talk about today.

First, I stumbled out of bed 20 minutes later than the original plan. Strike one.

Of course it was raining and I failed to grab an umbrella. I realized I should have gotten one as soon as I walked outside but, having already locked the door and already running late, I just gritted my teeth and dealt with it.

I met with my professor after my health programming class. He informed me that there really is no job market that he can find for sociology majors and in order for him to help me (which is amazingly nice of him since I'm only a minor in his discipline) I need to go beat down the doors of my sociology professors and ask where the jobs are. If they can't answer me, I'm in trouble. If they can answer me, I'm in slightly less trouble. If I go to school for two more years and major in health promotion (which I don't want to do) I'll get a job with no problem! I graduate in May. Strike two.

At two I got out of class and came straight home, cold and wet. I made a pot of coffee. I went to get the creamer out of the refrigerator. I bend down to get it and I hit my head on the freezer when I stood up. Headache, dizziness, trouble focusing...best time ever. Strike three.

Now you'd think it would all be over at this point. I'd strike out and get to sit the bench. But that's just not the way my life works.

A smart person would have called a doctor about the head situation, or even just gone to lie down for awhile before work. Instead, I caught my apartment on fire. Yes, that's right. On fire. No need for details, really...there was a stove, some popcorn, and a slight explosion. I put the fire out semi-immediately but not before the entire apartment filled with smoke, which subsequently permeated the entire second floor and set off the building alarms. My roommate and I opened all the windows and doors in hopes of not attracting too much attention. The guys upstairs said "hey...was there like a fire or something?" (no we just like to periodically smoke out our apartment.) The firefighters said we were great at quick acting. The police left after finding out no one was injured or dead. The landlord said we should stop being so smoking hot.

And let's add a cherry to this sundae of a day, shall we? After changing into clothing that didn't smell like a barbecue I proceeded to grab my work stuff and made it to Checkrow only half an hour late. An hour into work, the internet went down. I brought three hours worth of work home with me.

So...let's review. Late. Rain. No jobs. Blunt trauma by freezer. Involuntary bonfire. Homework not affiliated with school in any way.

The moral of this story is: When you wake up late, just go back to bed.

I just have to share that I have the best men in my life. Really. 

I started out yesterday feeling very alone and awkward, as a significant portion of the world does on Valentine's Day. I went to buy flowers for my sisters and mom, and then took them to their house. When I got there...surprise! My dad had left two red roses for me on the dining room table. I NEVER get flowers! I think the last flowers I got were during a stay at the hospital....Anyway, my Dad just made my day. What a great guy. 

I went to work then and 6 hours later my grandpa showed up at the door with chocolates! I work ten miles away from him (I'm a nanny way out in the boondocks...) and he came all the way out there to bring me chocolate and love. 

The men in my life currently are making things very hard for the man I will spend the rest of my life with. He doesn't know it yet, but he'll never live up to my expectations. 

That being said, I think it's appropriate for the Valentine's season that I post something depressingly romantic. So I choose e.e. cummings. Because e.e. cummings is lovely. 

Here is one of my favorites.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Passion

What is passion? Is it something easily summed up in one or two sentences? Probably has something to do with sex right? Is it something found inside of someone?

Yes to all of the above and it's so much more. According to Webster's dictionary there are many definitions to the word passion. The first one is interesting to note, "the sufferings of Christ between the night of the last supper and his death". Right on! Of course that is passion! I would imagine it had to be his burning desire, love, and yearning to do what the father wanted him to do.

I personally find passion everywhere. The "pidder padder" of my dogs claws on the floor when she races over to give me lots of kisses, the deafening roar of the ocean waves crashing down and the thunderous boom of the thunder. How about a lion attacking his prey for food? The sound of a baby's giggle or the intense power of his/her smile?

I am a firm believer in passion, I feel it on fire inside of me every day.

What does passion mean to you?

Sigh

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