Bless you, gazoontite!

It’s been some time since the last time I’ve written.

My path is clearer now. There is still so much I want to do.

So much has happened.

Milton, going away to the Navy.

I haven’t been able to send my letters to Mr. Mario. I wonder how he is doing, its a hard knock life…but you are where you want to be. I’m not saying he wants to be where he is, but we all do have some sort of control over it.

My sister is in Chicago.

I am where I want to be at this time in my life. I’m happy and content.

Where do you go from here?

I’ve become obsessed with Time.  The lack of it, actually.

It passes so slowly, yet there is not enough of it.  If i had more time in a day, I could get so much done, aside from 10hrs-work, 2 for my commute. A little over an hour for my workout. Plus, at least 6 hours of sleep.

This is how my day goes:

7am. Wake up, get to work

8:30. Work

5pm. Workout.

7:30pm. Home.

8-9:30. Rest. Tv, etc.

10pm. Read, etc.

Sleep by 11:30.

If there were 30 hrs in a day, I could fit in at least 6 hours of my internship, and get where I want to be. =T

I attended my first play yesterday night at the Mark Taper Forum in downtown LA.  The play, Oleanna, starring Julia Stiles, known for her work in 10 Things I Hate About You, and Save the Last Dance, and Bill Pullman, the guy who plays most dorky father figures in movies. (I don’t know many of his movies.)

I must say, that I like plays.  Google it and you will see what it’s about.  I just had to say, that I liked it a lot.

The perception of relationships.  Very nicely done.

You know what I just DON’T understand? I don’t understand when people go to exercise classes like spinning or aerobics or 24-Step THEN proceed with their own workout routine!

Yesterday, I got myself to go to Spinning, you know, the cycling class.  Usually I do my own thing and push myself to the max, but this fool next to me is coughing and doesn’t even bother to cover his mouth!! =X. So I’m over here, spinning my legs as fast as I can, and I’m interrupted by his coughs!! I proceed to glare at him, but of course he’s in his own world.  When everyone is at 80% pushing as hard as we can, he’s speeding away on his little bike!!! AND YOU KNOW WHY? Every time we increase our resistant by turning the knob to the right a FULL round, he moves it a millimeter. That’s why he’s spinning so much faster than everyone else. Why go to a group class and NOT push yourself.

Also!! In another aerobics class, this girl comes in 30 minutes late, sets up her stepper and weights in FRONT of the class, follows along with the instructor and the rest of class for 10 minutes, then proceeds to do her own thing. While everyone is up and lifting weights, she’s on her stepper doing crunches!!! H-E-L-L-O!!!!

Don’t come into class and take some one else’s spot if you’re not gonna push yourself and or cheat yourself out of a good workout!

You’re only cheating yourself, buddy!

I really don’t understand why some people are mean.  Not sarcastic funny mean, but the cruel intended to hurt people mean. I just don’t get it.

Here’s a quote for thought

“You’ll never leave where you are, until you decide where you’d rather be”

How bout that for thought, eh?

So here is my concern…

College students and high school students talk to their friends about how “effed” up they were the night before, saying it as though it was the “cool” thing to do…..

How is it cool? They say it as though they are proud of it.  Is that ALL you have to be proud of? My oh my.

Telling your friends how effed up you were just shows how you can handle your alcohol, how you have no composure…just my take and opinion.  I am not imposing my view on anyone, just discussing my view on  bragging about being “effed” up.

So, here we are again.  ClairebearScraps is under way.  It will take a couple of weeks to finish and get going.

I must say, that this is really really exciting, though it’s a lot of work, it is  very rewarding.  I guess, gives my work a purpose. =)

Domain name down. Done and Done!

Yay!!!

With that said…I’m silently introducing a new venture.  A venture into the “start up your own business”, side of the world.

Thanks TD, for giving me that Business Plan packet.

Watch out scrapbookers, here I come!

Clairebear Scrapbooks & More, named after my niece who was only around long enough for one scrapbook.  All our memories of her, is in that precious scrapbook.  It’ll protect the pictures we were able to take.

This project will be fun, will give others something to look at when thinking back on a special moment in your life.  It tells the story of a happier, greater time.

Our purpose is giving people more to smile about.