Archive for December, 2002
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Apple is a registered trademark. I am not affiliated with Apple, other than the fact that I was in one of its commercials. THIS IS HUMOR. I love Apple. And I am going to MWSF 2003 on my own. I never expected Apple to give me a pass to Expo, I have utmost respect for Mr. Steve Jobs, and would not actually moon anyone. This is just humor.
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Sunday, December 1st, 2002I am thankful that the pursuit of happiness and the pursuit of God are ultimately synonymous.
One of Rianna’s former teachers
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Sunday, December 1st, 2002Thanksgiving in Arizona
Sunday, December 1st, 2002Wednesday concluded with the viewing of A Beautiful Mind. I thought the movie was mind-blowingly ugly, a melodramatic waste of time, and not worth staying up when I had to awake early to prepare for my Arizona trip.
The audio edition of Bill Maher’s When you ride ALONE, you ride with bin Laden provided infotainment during the five hour drive to the Arizona Domme’s house for Thanksgiving. If you are concerned about President Bush’s most intriguing suggestions for how the American public can aid the war on terrorism (and that should be everyone), read this book.
It is cliché, but I decided to list what I am most thankful for this year: my family (who often cause more chaos than anything else but give support that I would be lost without); my closest friends who provide constant examples of real Christianity (Adam, Rianna, Ryan, Mark); my teachers at JFHS; the amazing youth/leaders at Blue Ridge Community Church, First Assembly of God Lynchburg, and Rancho Bernardo Community Church; my business and great clients; Apple; and most importantly, my Savior Jesus Christ who continually guides my life.
Mr. Hank, Uncle Jon, Aunt Beth, Cameron, Emily, Maria, Zoe, and I took a walk around gorgeous Estrella Mountain Ranch Friday morning to counteract the tasty feast of the previous evening. Along the way, Uncle Jon quipped that Cameron found a "palm" handheld of her own as we passed a dog eager to go through his owner’s backyard fence.
Annie and I then headed to downtown Phoenix for sushi and some fun. Stopping by the Gateway Country Store after lunch, we attempted and failed miserably at trying to get one of the store employees to realize that I was an Apple Switcher just to taunt them. Annie and I left defeated and headed to the Apple Store at Biltmore, where we met rad Apple store employees, like Zach.
Annie and I almost missed the 2:15 showing of 8 Mile because we were wrapped up in conversation. Playing a real life edition of Frogger, we made it across the street to the theater as the previews ended. 8 Mile worthily drained me of $6, though I pondered why Eminem did not perform the title track of the movie in the movie.
With a quick dinner at an authentic Mexican restaurant, Annie and I left for a youth club with two of her guy friends. The $10 cover charge was not worth the experience, but I did have fun. Males clearly outnumbered females. This problem intensified as females generally dance with each other or sandwich a guy and I could not compete with the guys who came down from the 21+ only floor. I did find a few attractive ladies to dance with before the night was over.
Saturday morning made the trip worthwhile. Significant reconciliation between Charlotte and me took place as we watched video taped during Thanksgiving 1996, my mom’s last. All of my extended family is certainly proving more loving than anything I experienced the past few years. (Clarity note: I will refer to my mother’s biological mother as Charlotte in the journal because what I call her is textually similar to what I call my mother’s biological father’s wife, whom is my grandmother as well. This is not as complicated as it might come across.)
To celebrate Annie’s 18th birthday, Uncle Jonathan took the group horseback riding. With the exception of horse feces being everywhere, I enjoyed the ride with its visuals of bold orange and red brush trees, bright green cacti, and a clear blue sky. Due to riding policies, I was not allowed to take my camera and share the scenery.
After hosing down my shoes and cleaning up, final preparations for Annie’s birthday dinner were in full swing. I enjoyed dining with Nick (Annie’s boyfriend),his sister, and the other invited guests. The conversation around the open flame after dinner provided food for thought that was almost as tasty as Annie’s chocolate cake with raspberry filling and chocolate mousse. I was silently labeled the uneducated teenager with a limited world view as I defended my social and political beliefs to my elder, staunch Republicans. I know what I believe, but I do not always have an unshakeable logic supporting what I innately feel. Often the search for the why leads me to believe differently. I am able to cite specific examples of being open minded, something that most single party voters cannot do. My Uncle Jonathan sat silently as people chuckled about him being "the Democrat of the family." I would rather a person extensively know why he or she votes Democrat than blindly vote Republican, not that I support straight ticket voting for either party.
Sunday was the first week of Advent. Around the fireplace, my Uncle’s family lit the first candle and remembered the importance of remembering why Christmas is celebrated.
Fast forward to today: As the Apple Turns posted a most hysterical (as usual) story about Ellen Feiss, Hamilton Morris, and yours truly. Read it and then vote for me. My sister’s response: "You tell them your sister has your back and she’s one FAT PISSED OFF WOMAN." Aaron Adams’ response: "I’d pay to see her (Rachel) beat up on Ellen."
