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Name: Amy
Country: United States
State: Colorado
Birthday: 7/15/1987
Interests: .....acting perfectly normal while the rest of the world is being weird, kick boxing, working with kids, photography, reading, pondering the great questions of life, dreaming of traveling the world...
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/5/2005
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India. of rape & redemption , temples & salvation, prostitution & transformation, orphans & miracles…human sacrifices, & The Ultimate Sacrifice. 
 " If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."2 Chronicles 7:14 ~ | | |
| …or, The Past 6 Months In One-Sentence Blips (Well, not quite. But it did sound good.) Since I have neglected my updates, I have decided to do something dangerously personal. Allow you to take a glimpse into my life, through the numerous e-mails that have passed between me and various others (…many back-and-forth throughout the work day…keeps me awake at my desk…). Boring? Most likely. Satisfactory and Comprehensive? Probably not. Posted anyway? Apparently. (A bit of history: A.H. is the front desk receptionist at my previous employer. And the work polos in question were hideous.) Disclaimer: Names have been changed. E-mails have been extensively edited for content, space, and sanity’s sake. …And when all is said and done, I ask myself when it comes to this post, "Why did I bother…." Nonetheless. Let us begin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ L: "I have heard that ‘cellar door’ is the most pleasing combination of words in the English language." Me: "Really? Well, then, would you name your child ‘cellar door’?" L: "Of course not. Would you?" M: "Perhaps." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From: Receptionist
Sent: Wednesday, April 25, 2007 9:51 AM
To: A.H.
Subject: Dear A.H.: I had yesterday afternoon off due the weather. Unfortunately….I did absolutely NOTHING productive, so I consequently *hate* myself with a passion. I deserve to eat cold porridge the rest of my life. Dear Amy: I don’t think you deserve that, no one should deserve that for a less then productive day. Well, I didn’t either really do anything productive during the work time, I checked my myspace and facebook, read and fell into a strange dreamy state where when I woke was unsure of reality… But during the hours I might have been working I was sleeping instead. Hehehe! J Dear A.H.: See, that’s not so bad!! But I didn’t even sleep. Even that would’ve been more productive. I ate. And messed around on the computer. Doing nothing of importance. All the while I had laundry, and housework, and homework, and was so very tired. BLEH. I *do* deserve porridge…. *bangs head against wall* Dear Amy: You are a silly girl, you’re on overload. I did that just Monday night. An afternoon of doing nothing even though you have a ton to do…it’s ok to do once in while…no more talk of porridge or of bodily damage…specially the head. You’re going to need that. J Dear A.H.: *sigh* All right, well, if you say so…. I actually think I might try swinging by tomorrow for 10 minutes during lunch break because I have to pick up a check from Peter and drop off the rest of my work polos… :o (It was so tempting for me to keep them; I mean, it’s not anywhere that one can find a good and versatile polo suitable for a wide gamut of social situations…) Dear Amy: Ok! Just let me know when that is so I can make sure to be here when you come by. I bet it was tempting to keep those smashing colors, useable in any and all situations for social festivities. Nice of you to do the Christian thing and return them though, although saddened to the loss of clothing to your wardrobe. J Dear A.H.: I know. Darned morals. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From: Receptionist Sent: Thursday, April 26, 2007 9:24 AM
To: A.H.
Subject: chop chop Dear A.H.: So. I forgot my cell phone today. Part of me feels naked. Part of me feels relief. I had gotten into this annoying habit of checking it every 3 minutes (even if I absolutely KNEW that the time had barely changed and I had no new calls or messages). It was almost OC! It was driving me nuts. So. I’m FREE. And lost without it all the same… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From: Receptionist
Sent: Monday, April 30, 2007 10:33 AM
To: A.H.
Subject: RE: Scrapbooking tonight! Dear A.H.: School I hate. Prior commitments I also hate. Tonight consists of both. I am having a bad day. I just can’t wait for this semester to be over. Stupid manic Mondays. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [writings found on nearby notebook: cellar door, seller dore, selar doore.] M: "…Upon further consideration, I don’t think I would name a child of mine ‘cellar door’, not even if I *could* change the spelling to something less formidable." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From: W.M.
Sent: Friday, May 04, 2007 9:35 AM
To: Receptionist
Subject: RE: ACK…what does "ACK" mean? From: Receptionist
Sent: Friday, May 04, 2007 9:59 AM
To: W.M.
Subject: RE: ACK"Ack (interjection) (ACK) – the sound one makes when realizations begin to overwhelm a person and a noise must be let out to express pent-up frustrations; an exclamation made to express a sudden thought or realization." (Excerpt taken from The New Collegiate Amy Knight Dictionary of Words Oft Used But Never Defined or Not Oft Used But Should Be Both Used And Defined)
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| I am on my way to India. Don't worry--I shall return. Until then, my missions team greatly covets your prayers. | | |
| Dear Xanga, Yes, yes, I realize it's been months since last we met, or at least, sat down and had a nice chat. If you've heard rumors of me abandoning you to other more frivolous hobbies, or deleting my account, or having forgotten about you altogether, I assure you this is not the case. I have no intentions of hanging up my blogging hat or leaving you for other, more amusing pastimes. It is simply that I have not been able to do you justice these last few months, and so I have not even bothered to try. I am sure by now you have heard through the cyberspace grapevine, in get-togethers with your other website friends, that I have been able to spend time on them, and no doubt you have probably looked on with a pang of resentment and sense of abandonment at my seemingly disregard of you. Well, you see, it is so very easy to do justice to those few and simple sites, with a comment here and an update there. You, on the other hand--you are more than a mere amusement with which to whittle the wee after-homework hours away. You require so much more attention and thought and inspiration. No, don't worry. This is good. However, it also means you will sometimes be shelved while I attempt to pacify some of the many other demands on my time, in order that when I sit down to you, I can do so with a quasi-free mind and an intention to do you justice. And might I also comfort you with the thought that the many updates you left idling in my inbox did indeed get read, every one of them, and the people behind the words were thought of on more than one occasion. It is not all for naught. So it is that I sit here and write you this letter--no fancy fonts, no hayday with html coding, just plain and simple Times New Roman set in default sizing--in hopes you will understand and not hold it against me, nor try to shun me and tell me you are past your prime and that I should pursure worthier goals. Nonsense. You are just as good now as when you first began, and undoubtedly just as good as when our blogging relationship initially commenced. Leave you for another love? Never. So, while others may indeed shelve you and move on to so-called greener pastures, rest assured I am here to stay, no matter how short or sporadic my stays may sometimes be. May I always remain Yours Respectfully, Carblover | | |
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