Mark: HA! Look at…
Cathi: …that sign! Yeah, it reminds me of…
Mark: …when we went to the…
Cathi: …Oh, and we had to…
Mark: …can you believe it??
What does intimacy mean? Despite my love/hate relationship w/ wikipedia, she says it that it “varies from relationship to relationship, and within a given relationship. Intimacy has more to do with shared moments than sexual interactions…For intimacy to be sustainable and nourishing it also requires trust, transparency and rituals of connection….Intimacy is both the ability and the choice to be close, loving and vulnerable.”
Therefore, intimacy goes far beyond the four walls of the bedroom.
Well, I had an “intimate moment” in the car w/ Mark tonight. No, it wasn’t as you may imagine [i.e., the two of us fogging up the windows like Kate Winslet and Leo DiCaprio in the Titanic], it was just a good “moment”.
When we first got married,
I had the initial fear that we would run out of things to say after merely a year of being married.
Well, sometimes it’s true.
Neither of us has the nerve or audacity to blankly fill the room with useless words. If there’s nothing to say, we don’t say anything.
That used to worry me,
I love it.
Oh yeah, we’re sometimes at a point when we can finish each other’s…
As the baby of the family, I got the best of the hand-me-down clothes; I got to ride on the coat tales of the strengths of my sisters going before me; I also got chased by a cheese cutter through the house and across the street to my grandma’s house and was asked to lie down to see if the vacuum cleaner would suck me into the bag, and served many years as the dependable remote control finder.
In honor of my wonderfully beautiful sisters…here’s to White Christmas for providing the ever so appropriate song lyrics…
There were never such devoted sisters
Never had to have a chaperone “No, sir”
I’m there to keep my eye on her
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress and I stayed home
All kinds of weather
We stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two diff’rent faces
But in tight places
We think and we act as one
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up but no one can
Lord help the mister
Who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister
Who comes between me and my man
/Sisters by Berlin Irving. From the album, White Christmas [1954 Movie]
What can you learn about a person if you had access to read their e/m? According to privacyrights.org, over 80% of employers read their employees email…if you desecrated my mainframe civil liberties in this approach, here’s a snidbit of what you’d see…
Thanks for your “ramblings”, Cathi, and for sharing all the happy faces in your life.
/one of my profs
love the sarcasm!
When we met in Cleveland, I had a peace about you guys, and I like the vision of the ministry you are trying to do.
/a friend on the journey
Your journey is about to begin! Soon you will be leaving your everyday stress behind. Now you can plan ahead to enter a world where your well-being is the focus, and harmony of the mind, body and spirit is the goal!
i have so many good ideas but am having SUCH
difficulty getting them OUT OF MY HEAD and articulated
into structured sentences. i keep telling
myself to just start typing, and perhaps everything
will begin to flow, but it hasn’t worked yet.
/a fellow graduate scholar
Are you living in Ohio or there right now?
/a florida realtor
WE can do this!! YES we can! (this is going to be our designated master full time day mantra!!!)–Please note that it includes a deep cleansing breath!!
/yet another fellow academic
Thanks for using craigslist!
/a must have resource
Thank you for your recent purchase of Apple Products.
/a love note
Since I must work…I must play
[And since watching the game on tv’s not an option when teaching during the playoffs]
What do you think of when I mention Sigmund Freud and Psychodynamic Theories? Sex? Aggression? Libido? Instincts? Most people go back to his Psychosexual stages of development [Oral, Anal, Phallic, Latency and Genital Stages]. Fun.
Well, I unintentionally signed up to present this theory in front of my peers and colleagues, and when I mean unintentionally, I mean, I thought I was signing up to present Empowerment Theories and post modern Feminism…yeah, talk about switching hats.
Now, in an effort to not humiliate myself in front of my contemporaries, I created this make-shift game to both educate my audience through entertainment as well as calm my ever growing juvenile nerves that makes me giggle every time I have to say “penis envy”. I decided to share this game w/ you. It’s not as fun w/o the animation, but you’ll get the main gist.
For those of us who do well under pressure…do you find that procrastination is your best friend? Wouldn’t you say that procrastination lends itself a unique, self-imposed pressure? I get my best work done just hours before the end of the work day; is this because of this desire to preform well, thus tapping into this intrinsic curse/art/excuse or is it a lazy man’s way to make a flaw seem more user friendly?
[yes, I’m utilizing this treacherously beautiful, carelessly apathetic, novice-ly ignorant “art form” now…posting a blog about procrastinating at 5 in the morning, when I could/should be working on a paper, presentation, or exam. The alternative is so much less appealing…]
for those of you who missed the game…see the invasion