Blogging Therapy in the South of France

Sigh...

I just sat down to a nice session of blogging therapy.  I am sitting here in my Grandmother's electric chair (hmmm...I see how that could be misconstrued :-/ Don't worry folks, we do not electrocute our Grandparents in this household, the chair just reclines electrically :-)

Blogging...it's relaxing and therapeutic. I'd rather do this than a lot of other things that rhyme with the word, "blogging"....such as: going jogging, or receiving a flogging.  As I sit here, reclined, listening to the gentle hum of my not-so-hip HP Compaq laptop.....I feel like I am on a beach somewhere in the South of France (hmm I'm not even sure what is in the "South of France," but the phrase, "South of France" just sounded so nice.)  So in the spirit of accurate blogging, I google'd some beaches in the South of France so you, too, could experience what its like for me while I blog:


umm...yes please.

Well, I guess this experience is a little bit different from being in the South of France, because since dropping my laptop on the concrete, while trying to wave hello to a friend, the "gentle hum" has morphed into the sound of a small plane- gearing up to take flight in my living room. If you look closely at the above picture, you can almost see me, I'm blogging on the edge of one of those cliffs and...GREAT...I just dropped my laptop while waving hello to you...ugh
I am sure that I'm one of the more clumsy/ less tech-savvy bloggers out there, but I am down with the lingo and the cool brands, so I've decided to sit on a grannysmith while blogging so that when people call and ask me what I'm doing, I can respond like this without lying: "Oh nothing, I'm just surfing the web on my Apple"  

Despite the lighter tone of my blogs, I have been quite sad lately.  This has been the routine: have a good cry, then feel all inspired and decide to blog (intending to change the world with my super in-depth philosophical powers and the widespread fan-base I have ;-)...but then, once I've started typing, I'm suddenly all cried-out, silliness takes over and before I know it- I'm making a video with a mud-covered face while singing the blues.

I love to laugh, and I am certainly not a slacker when it comes to crying- if I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it well.  I can't help it....and I've never been able to.  Call it a gift or call it a curse, but I've learned that if I just let the flood gates open, once its over, I usually feel much better- and when I've counted my losses, I'm just out a roll of toilet paper...or two, and I've gained the puffy-eyed look that, I hear, is all the rage in fashion these days :-)

First Osh Kosh scripture verse:

"There is a time for everything under the sun,

A time to use toilet paper for weeping,

and a time to use it for wiping."

                                                                                           -Book of Ridiculous Ch.1,verse 1

(If you are puzzled by this new translation, refer to last blog)

Ok, stay tuned, because I'm getting more in-depth and serious by the moment....and I can feel a cry coming on ;-)

Au Revoir for now...

Hospital fun and the Pneumonia blues

I am all about those in-depth versions of the Bible... my very favorite is the amplified, but sometimes it makes me smile to read those versions that sound like they were interpreted by a little kid wearing OshKosh B'gosh overalls...
The simplicity is refreshing:

"If you are cheerful,

you feel good;

 if you are sad, you hurt all over" 

proverbs 17:22 (Contemporary English Version)

So true, right!?
Who's for writing an Osh Kosh version of the Bible?
Vote here:
         ___Yes     ___No, I'm mean  ;-)

The past season of life has been trying.  So often, I have experienced deferred hope and a lot of pain, but I am setting my heart to hope in God- come mountain or valley.  So in honor of that verse...here is a light-hearted blog post that will hopefully make you not, "hurt all over" :-)

I recently had the honor of staying in the 5-star resort of St. Mary's hospital in the beautiful and budding, Langhorne, PA. I would recommend this specific room of the lovely bed and breakfast to take care of all of your heart's desires: the cardiology wing.

Here is a short video blog of me with my personal R2D2 robot.  I am thinking of writing a comic strip entitled, The Adventures of I.V. girl, where the young girl is taken over by her I.V. and heart monitor, and she escapes from the hospital - wreaking havoc on the town.  Then she is picked with another young boy from her district to be tributes, and they are forced to enter the Arena and fight to the....wait?

Hunger Games shout out ;-)

When I was finally diagnosed with walking pneumonia, I did what anyone who has walking pneumonia does when they can't sleep and its 4:00 a.m....I recorded myself singing on my phone.  Bummer...I don't know how to upload it here :-(

 

On a more serious note-

This verse has been so close to my heart lately and I thought I'd share...

Happy Easter Everyone.  There is one great love- and He gladly, willingly did this for us:

Isaiah 53:2-6

There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,
    nothing to attract us to him.
³ He was despised and rejected—
    a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
    He was despised, and we did not care.

⁴ Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;
    it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God,
    a punishment for his own sins!
⁵ But he was pierced for our rebellion,
    crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
    He was whipped so we could be healed.
⁶ All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.
    We have left God’s paths to follow our own.
Yet the Lord laid on him
    the sins of us all.

The Release

My first bloggy-doodle-doo :) (I actually wrote this one like a month ago, but it was my first, so here it is)

I just had one of those releases...and the pain came out through the ducts. 

Not the enjoyable tears that one might experience at the end of a sad movie, but rather the kind where it feels like your stomach eats your heart and then vomits it back into your chest cavity...poor heart...another rejection :/

You might be thinking, "Wow Julie, what an intense way to start your first blog," and you would be right, but that is sort of how life is right now: serious, yet funny...devastating, yet hopeful.  

I've been wanting to start this blog for some time now, mostly because the responses to many of the stories of my life have been..."are you kidding me Julie!?"

Some of these tales were hilarious in the moment, while others were only hilarious.......WAY AFTER the moment had gone...and some- were just plain crappy (literally, like when I was on a jog and my phone flung out of my pocket and landed in a fresh pile of dog diarrhea...which I proceeded to wipe onto my sweatshirt in a quick, thoughtless reaction- followed by a stinky jog back to my car and a plethora of perplexed stares from onlookers). 

Oh the joys :)

We'll get to those stories in time, when I'm feeling nostalgic.  In the meantime, I'd like to focus on what life is at the moment...which is - drum roll please:

Turning 27 and moving back in with the parents into a 55 and older community!!!

Don't knock it 'til you try it.

There are other neato things going on... I am in massage therapy school and I am pursuing my dream of singing and playing in coffee shops, cafe's, and maybe (if I'm lucky) at some sweet elderly partaaays 'round here ;)

So welcome to my life.  I'm going to try to write daily... Maybe I'll get addicted to writing and be able to lay down my other vices!

I was looking at some old pics and this one with these little lovelies in India made me smile.

Hehe...not sure if they all know what a "kissy face" is supposed to look like. Or maybe I'm the one that didn't get the memo and we were supposed to be doing fishy faces. Precious.

Yikes this pic makes me wanna die my hair red again....somebody stop me!!!

Here is a much more recent picture of me with Marilyn in N.Y.C.
There was this weird guy looking down at us and we were like...."uh, what? we are just hanging out in the pool...me in my winter coat and her in....black and white."

P.S. Maybe no one will read this blog, OR maybe my blog will get as big as facebook and I'll have to fight off some twin Harvard Jocks for the rights to my new site that is SWEEPING THE NATION!
Just sayin'.


Julie