I'd prefer to gouge out my eardrums with a cake knife than to hear another person in my family talk. Just kidding, well only because I'm so used to it. I believe you'll find the most accurate depiction of the Texan accent on a show called King of the Hill (if you ever do watch it, the satire is absolutely spot on), so you can decide for yourself if you feel like looking it up :) or I could just link you to a snippet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88V9IcwtIeM Okay, no one talks like Boomhauer. I just like that clip. Sorry to waste your time :p Here's a more accurate clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CByQKMlAydI
That's HYAIR-LEE-HYUHrious. Sorry, really bad play-on-words. Also, no offense. x)
That'd be so fantastic! My life is messy right now, but when I find some time to set aside for studying I'll let you know. Maybe we should schedule little sessions or something. I wouldn't want to take all your time up, though; I know you're a busy dude.
I would not have guessed English wasn't your native tongue! Believe me, I see far, far worse everywhere around me. It's called living in The Deep South. (Of North America, that is. >__>) Oh please tell me how to pronounce Lächerliche :p
I only speak English, and can understand Spanish but I can hardly speak it on the spot. I'd love so much to learn Hindi. And German. And Japanese, and Mandarin, and Italian, and and and the list doesn't end. I'd like to be multi-lingual someday, I really think I can do it, language is one of my strengths. I should refurbish my Spanish skills for now, though.
Oh those sound lovely~
I can imagine making a gorgeous little centerpiece arrangement for whenever guests come over, such colors!
Well I was raised with Hindi & German.
But I did not exactly get a "handle" on my German accent (the one I spoke more that is), until I started learning English at age 11/12. Lately, a few of my friends have been asking me to teach them German, however... since I've been doing that, I've started falling into my old accent & it is HORRIBLY embarrassing!
Standing up in U-math class & saying things like; "Zee answer ist neuntausendneunhundertvierundfünfzig (9,954)" & have a classroom of people staring at you with a look of "WHAT'S HAPPENING!? O_O."
The reason it's a bit of an issue, is that mother forget to mention when I was younger, that a boy with a light natural tan, should not have a heavy German accent while speaking Hindi. So I didn't even realize it was a problem until I went into English xD
I don't share the same feelings about mush but I'm glad you like it! e-hugs, e-hugs :)
I mean what you think I mean :p I've got about every seed you can think of stocked up so far. Lophophora, morning glory, baby woodrose, cannabis, psychotrias viridis, poppy...the list goes on. All in a pink and purple Spacemaker pencil box (remember those?) I haven't began growing yet but I intend to when the time and place is right.
I know we had this discussion in the DCC but, all the same, best of luck. I know it's silly to compare the self to others (especially since we share the same sense of oneness :p) but I can't help but admire you, I wish I had the cojones to get as involved with education and ministry as you are. It's easy to get caught up in the idea that the life I have- waiting tables, saving up for college- can't be any different. I struggle to let go of the thoughts that hold me back because they are so familiar and comfortable to me. I don't know what life would be like without dis-ease. It's so inspiring to watch ambitious people. I hope you feel as special as you are, and again, I sincerely wish you success.
Sorry so mushy! Anyway...
I'd love a garden. I had an indoor something-like-a-garden at my old apartment, I grew a bunch of culinary herbs. Once I really get settled I'll be focusing on growing psychedelics, so most likely my garden would stay indoors. Would love to start growin some cherry tomatoes :3
Haha :p well I'm glad you've come to terms with it.
Well it sounds like you keep yourself pretty busy! It's awesome that you're close to snagging that PhD, I know that's a big thing for you. What other courses are you taking?
That's amazing; you've done a lot more than I have in a lifetime, that's for sure, and I've never been ill that way. Pastor Richard is the bomb diggity for letting you speak for him. Were other members of the church supportive?
It's been so long since I've been to church. I live in central Texas, it's hard to find Orthodox churches around here. I'm giving up my Sundays to work anyway but I'd still like to find a Christian community to be a part of, even if our beliefs differ a little. Gets pretty lonely here in my room.
The rising roots. Plants are so incredible, and so patient. I figure you're talking about the first day of spring :p what a special day indeed. Do you have a garden?
That is a bit odd...coming from someone who's just always been adopted. Why did your parents choose to keep your relationship with your father a secret? Four months ago is dang recent. It doesn't seem like you're all angsty and "my life is a lieee!!!" about it, further proof you've got a pretty good head on your shoulders. It is what it is. It's obvious to me you were raised to be a wise and brilliant person, so a high five to your mom and dad. I'm very glad you've overcome your sickness.
Well I had a bit of medical issue for most of my early childhood, so when I was 10 I started helping out around the local Western Christian church to make up for lost years. The pastor than was ill, & it's a rather small community, so everyone knew I was generally quiet.
Grandmama convinced Pastor Richard to let me help him when his throat was hoarse, & eventually I began giving the entire sermon with him giving me subtle cues for when I should put emphasis on certain words.
When he finally left, we didn't have a replacement & I became the local pastor for 4 years (until now that is).
Though I was ordained in a bit of an informal fashion, it was more of kindness than an actual ordination, which is why I wish to attend a seminary.
Isn't it glorious to wake up on that one special spring morning, & see bit of golden light shining through, just warming the steadily rising roots ?
It's a bit of an odd thing;
My actual mother was best friends with my adoptive mother & we don't know about my father.
So while I was terminally ill with Bronchiolitis Obliterans for the first 9 months of my life, the adoption process was expedited for fear of my life.
I only found out about 4 months ago, that papa is not my actual father.
Though he really is, in a sense .
Well, Gideon Emmanuel, aren't you distinguished! What branch of Christianity did you preach for? And what are you doing now? (I almost asked you what strain of Christianity. My inner botanist shining through.)
Also I noticed you mentioned being adopted- I am too! What age did you meet your adoptive parents?