The given quote, teach not men to build a ship but teach them to yearn for the sea.� While I live on the Oceans shore I too know of the Seas great pull and open promise of adventure, I realize that vastness of this quote is better applied to the idea of liftting the human spirit.� It is when the human spirit is driven to achieve, given a burning desire, it is then that we can not and will not be stopped from our true potential.
Hello and welcome to my blog! In this post, I will be introducing myself and what this blog is all about. =] So, I guess I should talk about myself first, huh? Well . . . my name is Natasha. I'm a seventeen-year-old high school Senior. I love writing, singing, blogging, reading Tarot, and hosting talk shows. I will be hosting talk shows on a site called TalkShoe under the username GarrulousNatasha often. I'll post links soon, I hope. =]
This blog is one of a hundred. I'm doing something that I don't think anyone has ever done before: use one hundred blogs at once. I'm calling it the "100 Blog Challenge." That basically is having one hundred blogs on one hundred different sites. The same thing will be posted per site. However, certain sites have unique features which I will do independently. When I add new things to those blogs, I will post about it at the end of the entry. Of course, if they are little things asking what I'm doing, I will not notify people of those changes since it's something casual and not too important. I was supposed to start my blogs at the end of August or beginning of September. So I have been keeping my journal since August 31st. So I will post them in groups of weeks. So don't be surprised when you see older entries. I was just having trouble getting all the sites ready and I was so busy with school. I won't be able to post daily, but I will try to post often. As time goes on, I will stop using certain sites. My ultimate goal is to find the best of the best for blogging sites. As I cut down on sites, then the more I will be able to post. My blogs will not only be journals about my life, but I will also post things you might like to know. Sometimes I will post blogs about things you might not care about. I like to be funny, so expect humor. =] If you post a comment, I will try to get back to you. I can't promise it, though. Because it's easier to comment people back when I receive e-mails saying I have received a comment. Some sites do not offer this so if you comment me on one of those sites, I will try to get back to you but I can't promise that. =[ If you have blogs elsewhere and would like to see my blog there, let me know. I have some popular sites like MySpace, LiveJournal, Xanga, and many mean others! So feel free to ask me if I have a blog on a certain site. If you'd like a list of all my blogs, just let me know. I also have sites that are popular but do not offer blogs. This way, I can keep in contact with my . . . fans; assuming I'll get them one day. =P I'll try to post links to my other blogs and sites from time-to-time. I also have Yahoo, MSN, and AIM if you would care to chat with me there.
I'm sure I'll make changes to this post as time evolves. If I do change it, I will link to it from other posts for everyone to view. But, I will also most likely post what I have changed. =P You will notice that I make things bold, italicized, and I will underline things too. This is what each means in my blog posts (in my blog . . . grammar usage of them does not apply =P): Bold = Something important that you should pay attention to; titles and such. Italics = Something that I'm putting emphasis on . . . sort of like in literature. Underline = Something that I want to point out; I won't be emphasizing it, and it won't be as important as something in bold but it is something I'd like to point out. If you'd like to contact me, you can send me a message (depending which site you're at) or e-mail me. I have three different e-mail addresses, but I mostly check GarrulousNatasha@Yahoo.com. I hope you guys take care! Thanks and bye! XD ~Natasha, The Garrulous Lady P.S. "The" isn't supposed to be capitalized. But, in my case, it is like a title. =P Because I am The Garrulous Lady. Garrulous - Talking much, especially about unimportant things.
American Stone Construction and Design, 4950 N. Elson, Chicago, Il. 60630.� Owner is Marcel Somfelean. On Nov. 19, 2007 I signed a contract with the above company for 4 floor and 4 wall cabinets.� I gave them a deposit of $975.00 and the balance was $975.00� The delivery date would be before Dec. 25th.� Between Dec. 26 and Jan. 9, 2008 several appointments were made to deliver cabinets but they were all a no show.� So on Jan. l0, 2008 I filed a complaint at small claims court against the company for $975.00.�� On Jan. l2 I was notified the cabinets would be delivered in l0 minutes.� There were several discrepancies with the cabinets when the drivers came and Mr. Somfelean agreed to reduce balance to $600.00.� So I gave drivers a check for $600.00.
On Jan. 30, 2008 I found out that the cabinets I received were from Smart Company� and not from Armstrong Co.� Also Smart Co. was not producing the cabinets I received anymore.� The style and the stain of the cabinets I received were not the ones I ordered.� So I decided to go ahead and sue Mr. Somfelean for $975.00� The circuit court date was April 23rd.� On this date both Mr. Somfelean and I appeared in court.� The judge made a judgment for me for $350.00 plus court cost.� But Mr. Somfelean just walked out of court and didn't pay me.� I filed a citation notice but� it was not delivered as the company went out of business.��� Maxine Jaffee
Here I am. At the beginning of a new adventure, Journalling. Who would have thought it? For me this presents a challenge to my usual way of thinking and a change in the way I live my life. An introspective look at my reality with the view to charting my path for the future. My�objectives for this�matter�are
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Next up personal Swot analysis.
Keri Welsh got married last night.� That was interesting seeing as though it's the first time one of my friends' kids got married.� I saw my good friend as "mother of the bride".� Wasn't it just yesterday that MY mother was "mother of the bride"?� I sat there and waited for Holly's grand stand.� I waited for her to lead all of us to our feet.� As ritual would have it, she stood first to see her baby entering the sanctuary in sparkling white satin, the same type of dress Holly and I had drempt about for years before we took�our own�monumental stride down the aisle.� The bride was beautiful, exhuberant, stunning.� That was me...just yesterday.� That was Holly...just before me.� It was a deep realization for me as I scanned the bridesmaids, their hair, the dresses;� I�am no longer a part of that crowd.� I am someone else now.� That part of my life is over...the part where you wear the uncomfortable, take a loan out for dress that is disposable.� I, however, have put those crumpled things to use in my girls' dress-up box.� I critiqued the bridesmaids' hair knowing they had paid a good sum of money for the updo that no one really noticed except their significant others and matronly women who had once or several times been in the same position.� I thought about how I made my own bridesmaids wear a red taffeta, tea length in the front, long in the back gown that I KNOW they never wore again.� It made me cringe.� But then my thoughts drifted back to Holly.� I watched her smile as the bride giggled when she placed the groom's ring on his�wrong finger.� I watched Holly delicately light Keri's candle.� I think that's an odd ritual seeing as though it represents Holly as the one who gave Keri her light at birth and that act of childbirth is so much more than a simple lighting of a candle.� Only a mother can know what I mean.� I watched Holly as she watched the scene unfold before her.� A mother guides, directs, loves, leads, weeps, labours, frets,�teaches for years and years, from the lighting of the candle until the day she dies and here was my friend watching, just watching.� Once an active participant in Keri's life, once the one everyone turned to when dealing with Keri.� And now Holly sits and watches her baby�leave her side and cleave to�a man who will provide and guide and take Keri under his wing.� I couldn't help but think of me and my own babies.� I couldn't help but think about my mother and how she sat and watched.� I spied Holly's mom take an even lesser role in the whole affair.� Yesterday she moved from "mother of the bride" to .......� Is there a title for her?� Her role was one I have yet to relate to.� I am years away from that.� I could see myself through Holly, but not her mother.� And then it hit me.� Soon, very soon, in the blink of an eye, I will move to that role.� Beautifully, though, years of the past feel like they transpired yesterday but the years of the future never feel like they will transpire tomorrow.� I can bask in the delight of believing those years are actual years away.� And I am reminded of my role, my current role where I am still guiding, directing, loving, leading, weeping, labouring, fretting and teaching.� I am reminded that my role is no�easy task.� I am reminded of the work set before me.� I am reminded that what I do and have done will one day�be represented by the simple lighting of a candle but by no means can that small act even begin to signify all that has transpired.
Hidden in the dark of night laying in the grass starring deep into your�eyes as the hour pass your smile speaks wonders and it also warm my heart it's times like this that help me when we have to be apart alone under the stars your lips brush my cheek your arms wrap around my sides and make me feel weak�the heat of your breath as you whisper in my ear and you pull me closer to you your feelings are so clear i know that you love me i know your hunger for my touch baby just know that i feel the same� and i love you so much babe.
ok so im trying really trying to get my life together. i need to pay off all my debt get a car and get into school. and oh yeah lose a hundred and eleven lbs. im over weight ive lost 24 lbs but thats just because i moved into an apartment and my body wasnt used to walking up and down 3 flights of stairs to get to and from the third floor...well guess what?! its used to it now! this sucks.
-sighs-
I hate it when my bro is in his room. I�can't look for stuff. STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID. I need my ipod's usb cable. NOW. How am i supposed to sync my other songs in. Plus, hes in a bad mood so chances are that even IF�i knock on his door he'd tell me to fuck off.-Sad. I�know.��- Waiting for my phone bill to come. 'cause then that would mean i would have unlimited texting which is REALLY bothering me because i feel the need to text. I have so much to say. Talking on the phone is soOOOOO yesterday. Literally.-----love love love my phone. love it. SOOOOOO MUCH.-----I�know.. i'm not really typing anything "real"� I'M JUST TRYING TO WASTE TIME. cuz sooner or later he will come out of his room and go shower... cuz he stinks. then i could go in reeeeeeeeal quick and find what i'm looking for.
Now if you'll excuse me... i'm gonna go tell him that he stinks. REAL BAD.
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blahbee ANNOYED
We must live , life is too precious to give away.
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