Today I bought these boots at a consignment shop by my bakery. We fell in love.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
So, I guess waiting a year between posts really is my thing. It's a thing now.
Well, Happy Gideon Finally Posts a Blog Day!
I'm not gonna bore you with life details right now. Instead I'm going to share with you my crochet projects from over the last year. Enjoy!
The Great Scrap Yarn Granny Square Experiment!
Susie The Scrap Yarn Bunny!
Gracey Monkey
Black Cotton "Slouchy" Hat
Viking Beard Hat!
Good night! Sleep tight!
-Giddy
The Great Scrap Yarn Granny Square Experiment!
Susie The Scrap Yarn Bunny!
Gracey Monkey
Black Cotton "Slouchy" Hat
Viking Beard Hat!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Oh Me!
So... I guess this is my thing. I just wonder about life, then come back every April and leave a random blog. :-P
Well, things have changed. I'm working in my own city. I'm a bakery manager. I now have a BMI of 44.7, and I've become a big fan of pretty much anything lime flavored.
After my last blog life went on... I didn't die... Tears flowed, laughter abounded, and I became who I am now. I'm still getting periodic updates from life, the universe, and lessons from God. I'm really officially a baker now. I'm a bread baker, sweets baker, doughnut fryer, and pie maker. Still no "accredited training" yet; but that might happen someday. Really the sitch' is such that I now can actually live off of what I make instead of pulling from various credit cards, paying one guy here and the other guy there and just barely making ends meet; and really only then by holding both ends of the rope and hoping my body would work as a conductor to connect the ends.
But where to go from here? I can't afford school. I'm still in debt from the last 2 years and I NEED to do more with my life. It's like, I know I have so much more that I can offer but I have no idea how to apply my existence in order to aid my fellow human being.
Where is my usefulness?
So, I decided to channel what fundage I do have and join a gym for $32 monthly. What use am I to the world if I'm just fat, taking up space, and mooching off of the federal government to care for the DIE-A-BEET-US(diabetes),that I would one day inevitably get?
My plan is as follows. I'm going to lose 70lbs and then begin training to join the military. I'm leaning toward NAVY, but who knows if they will take me. MY goal is 130lbs lost by January 1st, 2013. I'm pretty sure I can do it. Every other time I've attempted to lose weight and be healthier I was only doing it to please the people around me. And you can call me crazy and think I've got some sort of body image issues in reverse(it's cool, you can.) but when I see my "before" pictures I'm not disgusted. I think I look pretty nice. I mean, I would do me, I look cute. :-P That's not creepy, right?
Now, I'm doing this to be better. Losing the weight is not something I'm being bullied into doing, I'm not down on myself... I'm meeting requirements to do a job, to be of service.
Anyway, I thought it would be pretty cool to chronicle and maybe I'll remember to blog more often. :-P
Here are my BEFORE's. Taken 04/06/2011, Weight at time of pictures - 290lbs.
Well, I hope to blog more in the future... and not just April 2012. :-P
Yours truly,
gIdEoN
Well, things have changed. I'm working in my own city. I'm a bakery manager. I now have a BMI of 44.7, and I've become a big fan of pretty much anything lime flavored.
After my last blog life went on... I didn't die... Tears flowed, laughter abounded, and I became who I am now. I'm still getting periodic updates from life, the universe, and lessons from God. I'm really officially a baker now. I'm a bread baker, sweets baker, doughnut fryer, and pie maker. Still no "accredited training" yet; but that might happen someday. Really the sitch' is such that I now can actually live off of what I make instead of pulling from various credit cards, paying one guy here and the other guy there and just barely making ends meet; and really only then by holding both ends of the rope and hoping my body would work as a conductor to connect the ends.
But where to go from here? I can't afford school. I'm still in debt from the last 2 years and I NEED to do more with my life. It's like, I know I have so much more that I can offer but I have no idea how to apply my existence in order to aid my fellow human being.
Where is my usefulness?
So, I decided to channel what fundage I do have and join a gym for $32 monthly. What use am I to the world if I'm just fat, taking up space, and mooching off of the federal government to care for the DIE-A-BEET-US(diabetes),that I would one day inevitably get?
My plan is as follows. I'm going to lose 70lbs and then begin training to join the military. I'm leaning toward NAVY, but who knows if they will take me. MY goal is 130lbs lost by January 1st, 2013. I'm pretty sure I can do it. Every other time I've attempted to lose weight and be healthier I was only doing it to please the people around me. And you can call me crazy and think I've got some sort of body image issues in reverse(it's cool, you can.) but when I see my "before" pictures I'm not disgusted. I think I look pretty nice. I mean, I would do me, I look cute. :-P That's not creepy, right?
Now, I'm doing this to be better. Losing the weight is not something I'm being bullied into doing, I'm not down on myself... I'm meeting requirements to do a job, to be of service.
Anyway, I thought it would be pretty cool to chronicle and maybe I'll remember to blog more often. :-P
Here are my BEFORE's. Taken 04/06/2011, Weight at time of pictures - 290lbs.
Well, I hope to blog more in the future... and not just April 2012. :-P
Yours truly,
gIdEoN
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wilcox Shakewell
Last summer a 16 year old boy taught me something that I will never forget. "It is what it is." he would follow most of his most offensive observations with that simple phrase and to me, it just seemed to make it alright. It really was what it really was; Things really were that way and people needed to accept it and move on. MOVE ON. I gotta do that.
It's been over a year since I last blogged. It is what it is.
A few weeks ago I found myself bored and alone at my sisters house with my very talkative and eccentric aunt. I decided it would be fun to grab my sissy's laptop and google myself and my user name. I found old comments and remarks I have left on various blogs. I even found links to an old Wordpress blog I had once upon a time in another life. That life being the one where I was filled with so much gumption and feistiness to fight the injustices of society against the fatties of the world... Sometimes I wish I still knew that feisty me, at least then I was actually fighting for something and not dwelling on things I can't really change. Well, it is what it is. Time to move on. :-)
Nowadays I don't really know what the point of my own blog is... In the past I was doing my best to provide a resource and to provide a place of acceptance, inspiration, and motivation. Eh... Maybe I can do that again, just in a different way.
I reread my last blog entry; it was written by a different me. A me from before I knew that what I thought was pretty crappy could actually get worse. The woes of Dad and D are now mostly lost in what appears to be endless silence from them... But I think about everything, everyday, all the time. The "end" of those relationships have impacted me in ways I have no idea how to deal with or understand. I pray for them each night, I pray that they find peach and love and stronger faith and happiness - with honest desire for them to have those things. I doubt they even think about me that much. I know that I need to forgive and move on... Not for them but for me. I just don't know how. In addition to all of that wonder... Frontier School is a dream I still will reach eventually, just not very soon.
My blog used to be titled "When I Grow Up..." And recently, I have realized that I am a grown up! Fancy that. Grown ups are just big, lost kids trying to serve their God, pay their rent, find someone to love them, and end up in a place that makes them feel like home.
I guess now that I'm a grown up, you'll all just have to watch me try and get myself out of non-sense and into a better understanding of our God.... While also desperately learning some form of balance. And lucky internet-folk, you get to comment on it.
1 Peter 5:7 - Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.
-Giddy
It's been over a year since I last blogged. It is what it is.
A few weeks ago I found myself bored and alone at my sisters house with my very talkative and eccentric aunt. I decided it would be fun to grab my sissy's laptop and google myself and my user name. I found old comments and remarks I have left on various blogs. I even found links to an old Wordpress blog I had once upon a time in another life. That life being the one where I was filled with so much gumption and feistiness to fight the injustices of society against the fatties of the world... Sometimes I wish I still knew that feisty me, at least then I was actually fighting for something and not dwelling on things I can't really change. Well, it is what it is. Time to move on. :-)
Nowadays I don't really know what the point of my own blog is... In the past I was doing my best to provide a resource and to provide a place of acceptance, inspiration, and motivation. Eh... Maybe I can do that again, just in a different way.
I reread my last blog entry; it was written by a different me. A me from before I knew that what I thought was pretty crappy could actually get worse. The woes of Dad and D are now mostly lost in what appears to be endless silence from them... But I think about everything, everyday, all the time. The "end" of those relationships have impacted me in ways I have no idea how to deal with or understand. I pray for them each night, I pray that they find peach and love and stronger faith and happiness - with honest desire for them to have those things. I doubt they even think about me that much. I know that I need to forgive and move on... Not for them but for me. I just don't know how. In addition to all of that wonder... Frontier School is a dream I still will reach eventually, just not very soon.
My blog used to be titled "When I Grow Up..." And recently, I have realized that I am a grown up! Fancy that. Grown ups are just big, lost kids trying to serve their God, pay their rent, find someone to love them, and end up in a place that makes them feel like home.
I guess now that I'm a grown up, you'll all just have to watch me try and get myself out of non-sense and into a better understanding of our God.... While also desperately learning some form of balance. And lucky internet-folk, you get to comment on it.
1 Peter 5:7 - Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.
-Giddy
Monday, April 20, 2009
Orange Juice!
Dude! I realize that I've totally been a loser in the blog updating department, specifically for the month of April.
*Updating Fail*
Well let's start with the usual updates and then I'll move into the juicy bits!
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 293.6lbs as of Friday, April 18th
Current Injury: Bruised vag... it feels as bad as it sounds
Beverage of Choice: Orange juice, extra pulpy
Song of The Day: United States of Whatever, Liam Lynch
Now for the "juicy bits". Me = Not going to FSB in the fall. I decided as time got closer and still no one wanted to buy my car; financially, it wasn't gonna happen. I really still believe that God wants me to go to bible school... Just not yet. Dad and D. were planing to pay for most tuition and pay my minimum payments on my debt... but... I can't do that. I need to be responsible and do it on my own. Now, back to my old plan... the 2 year plan... Pay off the debt, pay off the car, save up loads of money, and then go get my education. Sounds good to me. Short and sweet, but that's that and there ain't much more to say about it.
About two weeks ago I pulled my dad's bike out of storage. I surveyed the old bike and assesed it's damages. Overall, the bike needs a tune up and some new tires. For right now I just needed the $14 tire pump, the $3 bike lock, and the $17 gel seat. I rode around a little on the original seat that came with the bike about 15 years ago, in Japan... But, that was short lived and so was the intact nature of my unbruised behind. The day after maden venture out in to the wilds of Pacific, I could barely sit down on anything less than plush. Yesterday, with the new, more squishy seat installed I rode from the Apartment to behind Emerald Downs... I googled it... that's just about 5.14 miles one way; I didn't even notice. This morning I was a wee bit sore but nothing too bad. So, when I got home I went for another expadition... however this one ended MUCH SOONER.... did you know that you can slowly... and most surely bruise your vag... right along with my bum. I swear, pins and needles... burning... tenderness (in a bad way) on your... uh situation... Not Fun!
Other random bit's o'information...
My sister is on a business trip in the Bahammas... yeah, it must totally suck.
My brother-in-law is home alone without a car.
I just found my camera...
and my bedroom is trashed!
Peace out, like brussel sprouts!
-Giddy
*Updating Fail*
Well let's start with the usual updates and then I'll move into the juicy bits!
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 293.6lbs as of Friday, April 18th
Current Injury: Bruised vag... it feels as bad as it sounds
Beverage of Choice: Orange juice, extra pulpy
Song of The Day: United States of Whatever, Liam Lynch
Now for the "juicy bits". Me = Not going to FSB in the fall. I decided as time got closer and still no one wanted to buy my car; financially, it wasn't gonna happen. I really still believe that God wants me to go to bible school... Just not yet. Dad and D. were planing to pay for most tuition and pay my minimum payments on my debt... but... I can't do that. I need to be responsible and do it on my own. Now, back to my old plan... the 2 year plan... Pay off the debt, pay off the car, save up loads of money, and then go get my education. Sounds good to me. Short and sweet, but that's that and there ain't much more to say about it.
About two weeks ago I pulled my dad's bike out of storage. I surveyed the old bike and assesed it's damages. Overall, the bike needs a tune up and some new tires. For right now I just needed the $14 tire pump, the $3 bike lock, and the $17 gel seat. I rode around a little on the original seat that came with the bike about 15 years ago, in Japan... But, that was short lived and so was the intact nature of my unbruised behind. The day after maden venture out in to the wilds of Pacific, I could barely sit down on anything less than plush. Yesterday, with the new, more squishy seat installed I rode from the Apartment to behind Emerald Downs... I googled it... that's just about 5.14 miles one way; I didn't even notice. This morning I was a wee bit sore but nothing too bad. So, when I got home I went for another expadition... however this one ended MUCH SOONER.... did you know that you can slowly... and most surely bruise your vag... right along with my bum. I swear, pins and needles... burning... tenderness (in a bad way) on your... uh situation... Not Fun!
Other random bit's o'information...
My sister is on a business trip in the Bahammas... yeah, it must totally suck.
My brother-in-law is home alone without a car.
I just found my camera...
and my bedroom is trashed!
Peace out, like brussel sprouts!
-Giddy
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Random Poetry Sunday Presents!
If Home Could Talk; an original poem by Ms. Gideon Friday Esq.
I wont hate you
I will help you
gently correct you
accept you
all of you, even the ugly parts.
I will hug you
never lie to you
use my words to encourage you
be companion to you
stay with you
I will smile at you
I will laugh at you
and laugh with you
joke with you
give without expectations, to you
I'll be home for you
I will love you
you will love me too
I'll say sorry and mean it
I'll talk to you when I'm upset
I will make you laugh when your sad
Yes, I'll be home for you
I wont hate you
I will help you
gently correct you
accept you
all of you, even the ugly parts.
I will hug you
never lie to you
use my words to encourage you
be companion to you
stay with you
I will smile at you
I will laugh at you
and laugh with you
joke with you
give without expectations, to you
I'll be home for you
I will love you
you will love me too
I'll say sorry and mean it
I'll talk to you when I'm upset
I will make you laugh when your sad
Yes, I'll be home for you
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