I am the doting Auntie
05/12/2005 11:43 p.m.
So a few weeks back, my niece ~ Dora Jean ~ stayed the night with me. She turned 6 years old in March by the way. We spent the evening just sitting around ~ mostly me writing and her coloring. So I suppose that when she looked over at me and saw me writing in my journal ~ she got a little curious. Got to wondering what I was doing. Now that I think back, I bet she thought I was writing a book or something. Thus she decided (of her own accord) to write a book. It was flattery in it's utmost form. She wanted to be like her Auntie Shonda. So I pretended to not be aware of what she was doing. She got two large pieces of paper and stapled them together. Then folded a crease. This made it four pages and a book form. She went straight to work. It was simply amazing. You could see her little mind working. Anyway, after all was said and done ~ she came over to me and announced that she had written me a story. Then she read it aloud. Here is her story: (please remember that this was written by a 6 year old with no help from anyone)

"A Princess marries a Prince and gos away and lives happily ever after." By Dora Jean Chrissonberry (front page)

Once upon a time Shonda marries a beautiful Prince and lives happily ever after but they still kiss each other together in the bed and they didn't have socks on. I like to watch TV with them and Shonda and her hubiny, her hubiny name is Jeorge and Shonde calleg him Jeorge of the Jungle and Shonda went to the gifit sope for his birth day presents and she got him a ring and she got him a diamond ring. $99.44 cents. (inside pages)

the end of this books that I rade you (back page)

I know ~ isn't she sweet. Funny what she decided to write. I guess if I am ever going to find a man ~ I need to go to the jungle, buy him the ring and then live happily ever after. Heck, she has even given him a name! Sure sounds like a plan to me!
I am currently Blessed
I am listening to various sounds in my room.

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Hi ~ my name is Shonda, and I am a quote junkie.
05/12/2005 03:44 a.m.

Your wise quote is: "Be kind to unkind people,
they probably need it the most" by
Ashleigh Brilliant.
You try to look beyond apperance, try to give
people second chances and are probably very
kind. Understanding is your biggest personality
trait, and thoose you can see through should be
grateful. If they aren't already. You detest
narrow minded people, because they can't see
what's really there. Facades is not your thing
and you strive to always be who you really are.


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You know it's funny ~ I was sitting here thinking of how much I really liked quotes. I have them all over. I print them on little business cards and keep them in all those places they need to be. That way I always have one around to just enjoy. Anyway, I keep a stack of them right beside my computer and I was reading through them ~ trying to decide which ones I wanted to post in my journal tonight (just to share, you can never have enough quotes), and I just could not pick and choose. But I knew I wanted to post something ~ and along came this. Like I said at the beginning ~ you know it's funny ~ how things always seem to work out. :) Maybe later I will post some of my favorites.
I am currently Better
I am listening to my box fan.

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stick a fork in me ~ I'm way past done
05/02/2005 02:34 a.m.
Man, that title sucks.

But that is how it is. I am done. No ~ more like tired, but then that would not have made any sense ~ would it?

I am tired of everything.

My job ~ every aspect.
My writing ~ all it does is depress me. And nothing but the same old crap comes out. I feel like I am repeating myself over and over.
My life ~ we are not even going there.

I am tired emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually.

I am even tired of double checking my spelling. Even though I know how to spell, I always have this fear that something is mis-spelled and then well ~ that just would not do.

So now you know why the title sucks.
I am just so tired. Way past done. Everything is shutting down. And the sad part is ~ I don't even care anymore.


I am currently Unhappy
I am listening to ~ I choose not to answer this question tonight.

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chains shmains
04/28/2005 03:39 a.m.
I hate chains.
Chain of events to be more precise.
That little circle of {insert your own dirty word ~ seeing as how I normally don't curse} $#!+.
I am poor.
And being poor, I have a very-old-slow-dinosaur-no-upgrade-available-computer.
Having said computer, it just can't take anything past dial-up. No DSL. And I don't have a cable modem.
So I must rely on my trusty phone line to keep me connected in this information age.
Wanna know what happens when a squirrel decides to use a phone line as a teething device?
Yep, said phone line becomes severed.
But only slightly.
So Shonda tries to splice.
Splice has issues. It only decides to move information at it's leisure.
So now my only other option is to fix the splice.
And fixing the splice requires a whole new phone line. All 50 feet. 50 feet of phone line?
And of course we all know what that requires.
MONEY.
And we are back to the beginning of our chain.
I AM POOR!
Thus the reason for my short appearances as of late. Hopefully one year soon (haha) I can get this fixed and spend more than just a few seconds on here.
Did I mention I hate chains?


I am currently Frustrated
I am listening to traffic on I-40.

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superwoman, I am not ~ Shonda, I am
04/09/2005 04:23 a.m.
There are a few things I like to think that I can do well. Cooking is one. I make a mean banana pudding.
Conversation is another. I dig me some good II.(intellectual intercourse) I am an awesome Auntie. Lovin' those kiddos are easy though. And if I work hard, on occasion ~ I can pen my thoughts into a decent piece of poetry. (note the word work) Or figure out how to set a mouse trap. I detest mice and they make disposable mouse traps for that reason. I know how to check all the fluids in my car ~ but that is where my knowledge of vehicles stop. I can hang a picture, or other sorts of that nature. But there are certain things I simply can not do.
Like change to roters (hope I spelled that right) on my car, or patch the hole in my roof (the one allowing all the water to seep in and drip unto the floor), or splice a halfway ripped-in-two outside phone line. And wouldn't you know it ~ all of these things I don't know how to fix all decided to just happen at once.
No, I am not superwoman.
Yes, I need the help of a man.
And it is frustrating to be a single thirty-something.
Are there any good, single men willing to rescue a damsel in distress? Nope? Thought so.
Anywho ~ for now, I just thank the good Lord that He gave me two younger brothers instead of sisters. Cause boy, (lol ~ boy) would we be in a heap of mess right now! Oh, and let's not forget Daddy. He always comes to my rescue. Phooey on all this feminist poo. I can't do it on my own. I NEED A GOOD MAN. *please help*

I am currently Helpless
I am listening to my world crashing in around me.

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I'd like to think I'm a people (looking up)...
04/07/2005 02:52 a.m.
BUZZARD
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of it's ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

BAT
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

BUMBLEBEE
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.

PEOPLE
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not ever realizing that all they have to do is look up.

~City of Refuge Ministries
I am currently Calm
I am listening to Squire barking at the floor.

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eating 18 month old chili
04/01/2005 06:31 a.m.
My Papaw made the best chili I ever had the pleasure of consuming! And everyone who tried his chili said the same thing. Papaw was the chili king. He only cooked it twice a year, which made it taste all the better. And worth the wait, I might add.
When he did make it ~ he cooked it in a washtub. On the top of the stove ~ a washtub. Talk about country cookin! The reason he used the washtub was the amazing volume of chili he had to cook. Just to satisfy everyone, he had to make a washtub full. (not lying here people ~ he truly cooked it in a washtub)
My brother asked him once if he had the receipe written anywhere, and PaPaw pointed to his head and said, "Here it is and here it will stay." So we had this running joke that when PaPaw died, his chili would go to the grave with him. I think PaPaw liked it that way to tell ya the truth. If he couldn't cook it, then no one else was gonna! My brother also told PaPaw that he should freeze some of his chili, so that after he was gone ~ we could take it somewhere and have it analyzed for content.
That is how good his chili was.
Well the last time PaPaw made his chili was a few months before he passed away, could have even been a few weeks. I am not really sure of the date. Little did we know that before we all showed up to gobble it down ~ PaPaw had already dipped some into butter bowls and placed them in the freezer.
PaPaw passed away on April 15, 2004.
Tonight, Nannie called me and all she said was, "I have chili." So off I went. And the moment I saw it warming on the stove I knew. I asked her if that was PaPaw's chili. She just smiled and said, "Yea." I didn't even know we had any left.
So as I sat at the table tonight, with my parents and Nannie ~ enjoying the last of my PaPaw's chili ~ I realized how much I missed him. The chili tasted as if he had just cooked it. I was expecting him to walk into the kitchen and sit down, start telling stories ~ over a bowl of his famous chili. But he didn't. Everything was there ~ the smell, the taste, the rememberance.
But no PaPaw.
That was the last of his chili. And I am blessed to have been able to share that meal with three of the most cherished people in my life.
Oh, and let's not forget ~
PaPaw's spirit!
{today, tomorrow, and forever ~ I love you PaPaw)
I am currently Nostalgic
I am listening to with me ~ ginny owens.

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ok, this ~ well, I just don't know what to say
03/26/2005 05:53 a.m.

You are Emily Dickinson! Not all that much is
known about Emily Dickinson, probably because
she holed herself up in her room and wrote
poetry. She didn't have very many connections
with the world outside her house, and her
poetry is very introspective and
compartmentalized. You need to get out more.


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I am speechless.
I am currently Awestruck
I am listening to round here ~ counting crows.

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this line is busy, please hang up and try your call another time
03/25/2005 07:43 a.m.
I felt the urge to write in this little white box tonight. But it seems I have nothing to say.

I own my own home at the age of 30. Every room is filled with objects of mine. But it seems my life is empty.

My mind gets all cluttered with children waiting to spew themselves forth. But it seems I am always straining to pen them.

I love to cook. And I am good at it. But it seems I don't have anyone to cook for.

And loving someone. Spending the rest of my life with someone. The good and the bad of being together is a desire of mine. But it seems I have lost all desire for the future.

I dream an empty dream. Of a life I am not meant to live. But it seems my dreams are spent and all I have left is two quarters to make a call.

With no one on the other end to answer.
I am currently Melancholy
I am listening to the absence of everything.

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not quite 55
03/19/2005 04:01 a.m.
I was randomly browsing some fellow d'landers a bit ago, and came across something on an "extra's" page. It was titled: 55 Adjectives. This person listed 55 adjectives that described her. I thought... this sounds interesting, I might just try this.
Unfortunately, I was unable to come up with the required number myself(go figure), so I asked others. Just a bit of advice ~ be careful what you ask for, and take it as it is given to you. So here goes:
Given by me:
#1 spiritual #2 introverted #3 average #4 grey-eyed #5 fat #6 Pathetic *wink,wink* #7 blessed #8 thankful #9 educated #10 discontent #11 moral #12 poetic #13 intelligent #14 independent #15 human #16 compassionate #17 short-tempered #18 single #19 loved #20 goal-oriented #21 anal retentive #22 depressed #23 lonely #24 shy
Given by my co-worker:
#25 melancholy #26 crispy(running joke in the office) #27 weird
Given by Nannie:
#28 loveable #29 pleasant #30 argumentative
Given by Taylor, my 8 year-old nephew:
#31 crazy(the good auntie-like crazy) #32 long-haired
Given by Dora Jean, my 5 year-old niece:
#33 cool #34 funny #35 awesome #36 big #37 prayerful(this one made my heart skip a beat) #38 pretty #39 good #40 great
Given by Daddy:
#41 goosey(gotta love him)
Given by Momma:
#42 giving #43 pickey #44 demanding #45 sheltering #46 loving
Given by my brother:
#47 Christian
Given by my sister-in-law:
#48 particular
See #2 for the reason only family members were asked.
I think the most valuable lesson I learned from all of this, especially after reading back over what everyone said was: I was able to see myself through other's eyes. And I had to take the good with the bad. (kinda like standing naked in front of a full body mirror~well, maybe not ~ because that is all bad)
Any of you out there want to add something, please feel free. And be honest. As honest as cyber-friends can be.
After all ~ I am perfectly me!
I am currently Playful
I am listening to lullaby ~ the cure.

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