Friday, July 15, 2011

My relationship with Harry Potter OR It's all over


*Before you pass judgement or decide to call me out on my sin of liking J.K. Rowling's works, hear me out. I love the books and the movies. If you are just going to condemn me or nitpick, don't bother. I don't care.*

In 1997 the first Harry Potter Book came out. I was in middle school. I remember the first time I heard of HP. I was in 7th grade and our Math teacher was trying to find something to fill time for the class (I think we had all finished a test early or something), and a classmate pulled out his copy of Sorcerer's Stone for her to read. After the first few moments of the book had been read, I wanted to continue the story. The problem was I lived in a household that did not approve of such literature. Books about witchcraft weren't the sort of thing a christian family allowed into their household. SO, I read the book at school, in the library. 
Later on in the year (It may have even been my 8th grade year), I finally broke down and started talking with mom on the subject of Harry Potter and his life. Mom agreed to allowing me to read the stories only if she read them with me. That winter started something major in the Maynard household- we became hooked. We took to taking turns reading chapters to each other, Junia included. We even got the books on tape so we could listen to them throughout the day. We went to each release party the local Wal-mart had when each of the books came out. We watched all of the movies, and then later owned them. All of this continued for years until the final book came out. I remember reading the last chapter of the seventh book, closing the back cover late at night, and bawling that it was over. After that, I decided to keep my chin up since I still had the final movies to watch. 
...
And then there was yesterday. I woke up almost 24 hours ago and got ready for work, knowing I was about to finish something that started over 10 years ago. When we sat down in the theatre and began to watch the movie, I almost couldn't breathe. Things I read a few years ago came flooding back. The story line, the characters, the twists and surprises, everything. Then.... credits. It was over. A piece of my childhood, something that has stretched across my life, was completely. Over. When we walked out of the theatre and to the car, I bawled again. These stories. Sure, they were fiction, but I connected with them and the characters. I cried and laughed for them. I stayed up til the wee hours because I couldn't stop turning the pages. These stories were a huge part of my life. And now they are complete. And I am so sad. And exhausted from lack of sleep and crying. lol, I felt like a dork for crying, but I'll stand by it. This was a wonderful part of my younger life and I will always be grateful to J.K. Rowling for giving me and rest of the world such a wonderful gift. 

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Vegetarian: One Year Strong OR Who wants a flower on their head?!

A few days ago I reached a major goal- I had officially survived a year of being a vegetarian. Wow. To some this may not seem like a big deal, but I'm not "some." I knew I could do it and I wanted to do it, so I'm surprised. I'm excited now. During the past year I learned different ways of cooking, healthier eating habits, and replacements for various dishes that originally call for meat. Utilizing advice from vegetarian and vegan friends and the infinite wisdom of the internet, I discovered new restaurants and menu options.
I'll admit that it wasn't always easy and not everyone was supportive of my decision. Dinner with family proved to be a challenge from time to time. I can see why people dislike vegetarians; cooking a regular dinner can be hard enough, but if a vegetarian is coming to the table you have to be sure you have something they can eat too. Not everyone in my family has been so accommodating. Or they've complained, which is always a morale boost. However, I didn't let things get me down, and I kept at it. I lost a significant amount of weight and I physically felt better. I made a decision that was improving me and my life, and for that reason I'll stick with it for the rest of my life. :o)

Ok, so if you follow me on twitter or are friends with me on facebook there is not way to could avoid seeing at least one post of these flower hair accessories that I've been creating. And you are probably asking, "Why?" Honestly? When I went to Comfest on Friday there were booths and booths and booths selling nick-knacks and hair pieces of all kinds. I looked at D.J. and said, "I could do that." I mean, folks were making a serious mint off of these things. So I set out Saturday and went to a few different stores and gathered up some crafting supplies and went to work. Thus far I've made 20+ flower arrangements, attaching them to barrettes, clips, and headbands. Yesterday I posted a few of them on Ebay in hopes that I might sell them online. I am now going to start looking into craft shows and find one that is near with a cheap booth rental and see if I can't sell some there. I've set the price at $3.50. I figured that was fair considering some of the folks at Comfest were selling theirs for $5-$8. SO, we'll see what comes of this venture.... :o)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

It's Not Enough to Say I Love You

As he held her close she knew that he loved her.
As he stroked her hair,
he knew he couldn't keep her much longer.
Suddenly it seemed, too quickly gone...
And suddenly, as the moon light shone,
she felt him sigh as she pulled away
and she knew he didn't know what to say...
"You'll never truly know how I feel
when others ask me if it's real,
if this feeling is fleeting or true.
It's not enough just to say I love you.
Though the moon may not shine,
though we've limited time...
No matter how our life goes,
I'll never stop until the whole world knows...
They'll always ask me if it's fleeting or true
because it's not enough to say I love you."
With a kiss on her cheek and a smile on his face,
he sighed again as she pulled into his embrace...
"It doesn't matter that we can't stop time.
It doesn't matter if sun or moon don't shine.
I really don't care if the world tries to bring me down...
You keep me soaring though I'm standing on solid ground.
No matter what we may go through...
You're right...
It's not enough to say I love you."

Monday, March 21, 2011

JC’s Garage Intro Video Script: First Draft


JC’s Garage Intro Video
 VOICEOVER:
Are you tired of feeling sluggish?

(ZOMBIE-ESQUE YOUTH nods and yawns)

 Unsure of your life’s path?

(YOUTH scratches head while reading a “map” of different life directions)

 Do you feel a nagging emptiness right about where your soul should be?

(YOUTH pats torso, while another YOUTH looks around.)

YOUTH  # 1:
I feel empty.

YOUTH # 2 (Frantic):
I think I lost my soul!

VOICEOVER:
Got a case of the Lamentations?

(YOUTH(s) stand(s) crying like a baby)

VOICEOVER:
 Then you need to come on down to the new JC’S GARAGE! JC’s Garage specializes in Soul Restoration, Repair, and Renewal, all catered to your specific needs.
Don’t let the world weigh you down! “Isaiah 40:31” it and soon you’ll be soaring like an eagle *WARNING: RESULTS MAY VERY. TYPICAL REPAIRS RESULT IN A GOOD, CLEAN, LIGHT FEELING. SUBJECTS WILL NOT SPROUT WINGS.*
Turn that frown upside down with Psalm 118:24!

YOUTH to “Lamentations” YOUTH:
This is the day which the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

“Lamentations” YOUTH (abruptly stops crying):
Ok!

(YOUTHS start dancing)

VOICEOVER:
JC’s Garage! Visit our website at www.jcsgarage.com, or just come on in Sundays 6 pm-8pm. With every visit you’ll receive New Friends
(picture of “friends),
Free Snacks
(Picture of “snacks”),
Awesome Music
(picture of worship team?),
and a word from GOD!
(Picture of God)

JC’S GARAGE!

JC's Garage: Soul Restoration and Repair Services


Matthew 11:28-30 (New International Version, ©2011)


   28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Romans 5:10
(NLT) For since our friendship with God was restored by the death of his Son while we were still his enemies, we will certainly be saved through the life of his Son.


(GWT) If the death of his Son restored our relationship with God while we were still his enemies, we are even more certain that, because of this restored relationship, the life of his Son will save us.

As the more dramatic (lol) youth leader at church I was asked to start working on scripts for so video scripts for the kids to do for some promo stuff and just for fun. :o) I was really excited to start... and then I actually started. I sat down and thought and read and thought some more. Gah! It's painful sometimes, thinking. I mean, talking with other leaders and looking at the website, I kept hearing the words "soul restoration." So I googled scriptures on restoration or being restored. Funny thing, I kept find Psalm 23. "He restoreth my soul." 
Then I read Jeremiah 30:
 12 “This is what the LORD says:
   “‘Your wound is incurable,
   your injury beyond healing.
13 There is no one to plead your cause,
   no remedy for your sore,
   no healing for you.
14 All your allies have forgotten you;
   they care nothing for you.
I have struck you as an enemy would
   and punished you as would the cruel,
because your guilt is so great
   and your sins so many.
15 Why do you cry out over your wound,
   your pain that has no cure?
Because of your great guilt and many sins
   I have done these things to you.
 16 “‘But all who devour you will be devoured;
   all your enemies will go into exile.
Those who plunder you will be plundered;
   all who make spoil of you I will despoil.
17 But I will
restore you to health
   and heal your wounds,’
            declares the LORD,
‘because you are called an outcast,
   Zion for whom no one cares.’

BOOM! And then I read Jeremiah 21:1-14. This is what happens when God makes good on his promise(s):

Jeremiah 31

 1 “At that time,” declares the LORD, “I will be the God of all the families of Israel, and they will be my people.”
 2 This is what the LORD says:
   “The people who survive the sword
   will find favor in the wilderness;
   I will come to give rest to Israel.”
 3 The LORD appeared to us in the past,[a] saying:
   “I have loved you with an everlasting love;
   I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.
4 I will build you up again,
   and you, Virgin Israel, will be rebuilt.
Again you will take up your timbrels
   and go out to dance with the joyful.
5 Again you will plant vineyards
   on the hills of Samaria;
the farmers will plant them
   and enjoy their fruit.
6 There will be a day when watchmen cry out
   on the hills of Ephraim,
‘Come, let us go up to Zion,
   to the LORD our God.’”
 7 This is what the LORD says:
   “Sing with joy for Jacob;
   shout for the foremost of the nations.
Make your praises heard, and say,
   ‘LORD, save your people,
   the remnant of Israel.’
8 See, I will bring them from the land of the north
   and gather them from the ends of the earth.
Among them will be the blind and the lame,
   expectant mothers and women in labor;
   a great throng will return.
9 They will come with weeping;
   they will pray as I bring them back.
I will lead them beside streams of water
   on a level path where they will not stumble,
because I am Israel’s father,
   and Ephraim is my firstborn son.
 10 “Hear the word of the LORD, you nations;
   proclaim it in distant coastlands:
‘He who scattered Israel will gather them
   and will watch over his flock like a shepherd.’
11 For the LORD will deliver Jacob
   and redeem them from the hand of those stronger than they.
12 They will come and shout for joy on the heights of Zion;
   they will rejoice in the bounty of the LORD—
the grain, the new wine and the olive oil,
   the young of the flocks and herds.
They will be like a well-watered garden,
   and they will sorrow no more.
13 Then young women will dance and be glad,
   young men and old as well.
I will turn their mourning into gladness;
   I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
14 I will satisfy the priests with abundance,
   and my people will be filled with my bounty,”
            declares the LORD.

So now I have a good idea for a script. Actually I have a good couple of ideas. :o) The greatest thing is I'm studying this stuff in a time where I am down a bit. It is reassuring to know that whatever negativity is sent my way, whether allowed by God or otherwise, I am promised that it is temporary as long as I am faithful. Woot!
Okie, now I have to actually write the script(s), lol. 

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

SEX is not a dirty word

This past Sunday, youth pastor John announced to the church that our youth service would cover the topic of sex. I could tell that there were mixed feelings floating in the sanctuary, which made me laugh a bit. I mean, it is 2011 and people still find certain topics in the church taboo. While it is fine to carry certain social modesties, one must realize that as our world grows around us, our young people are also growing. They are growing in a world of discord and, sadly, gratuitous amounts of debauchery. (It sometimes terrifies me to think about one day raising a child or children in a world such as ours.) Maybe it is because children and young adults are always a priority in my life, but I am always thinking of them and their needs within the world that I can influence. In this case, my main concern at church is the younger generations. Granted, I'm not much older than a lot of the youth but I have been set as a leader in their youth group and their church. Though I'm not usually a serious person, I do take this responsibility seriously. So, when John made his announcement, I was pumped. And as I sat through John's teaching that evening I was pumped. The kids were receptive. They listened and acknowledged his words. Afterwards, I talked with John and the other leaders, discussing the next step in this lesson. See, Sunday's message was an intro lesson of sorts- it opened the door for further lessons and discussions for the youth during the oncoming months. And that is exciting to me. As John told the congregation and the youth, these kids are surrounded by their culture, their society, that screams so many things that contradict what the Bible teaches so that, when the kids try to figure out what is right or wrong, the voice of truth is drowned out. We as humans are influenced by what we experience whether we know it or not, and teenagers are so much more susceptible to that influence. We all have questions; most teenagers question everything, as is their nature. So when they start feeling these emotions and urges, they try to process and figure out what is up. Some Christian teens, like I was, know what the Bible says and they know what their society says. They know right from wrong. They also know God gave them the free will to decide for themselves. What a horrifying thought: Teenagers possessing free will. However, there are some who choose to wait for sex. They decide to wait for whatever reason but they wait. And they are in the shrinking minority. They are giving way to a rising number of young people who are giving into society's norms, peer pressure, or their own personal hormones, sacrificing their own beliefs, for moments of physical satisfaction. I hate to admit it but I was one of those people. I held out until I was 20 and then gave myself to someone because I thought I was going to marry him. I thought he was the one. I thought wrong. I wish I could say that was it, that I learned my lesson and reformed myself within the wisdom that God has always made readily available to anyone who wants it. But I did not. I, instead, gave in to a few more relationships and situations. One of the worst parts about it was the fact that my mother, a person who will always have my back and love me, would question my purity and I lied to her. I would bold-face lie to my mother, affirming my "virginity." Why? Because I didn't want to admit that she had always been right when telling me of the shame that comes from throwing away your most precious gift, the part of you you're supposed to save for your spouse. I also didn't want to disappoint her. How stupid.
Since that time, I've made mistakes, I've asked for forgiveness (both from God and mom) and I've moved on. Does that make me perfect? No way. I still feel urges and desires, but that's okay. It's natural. Goodness, there are tons of animals who will puff themselves out and dance/fight/display themselves to the opposite sex in attempts to mate with that individual. The breaking point would be if I acted on those emotions and hormones outside of marriage. Therein lies the sin. So many churches anger me when they tell their youth "DON'T DO IT!DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT!" and condemn them for feeling aroused or attracted, and that's not right. No wonder we have so many confused kids. As I discussed with the other leaders Sunday, our youth need to know that they are normal and are allowed to feel and think but should not give in. Being tempted is not a sin; giving into the temptation that leads you from God's will is a sin. They also need to know that IF they give in, there is redemption and forgiveness for those who are truly repentant. What a concept, right? There are so many churches that condemn, damn, and judge their members into being afraid of their own bodies. It's not right.
Another idea I had for the youth was to separate the boys from the girls and talk with them in individual groups. I have found young people are willing to be more interactive and receptive when they aren't around their parents. Likewise, the girls and boys may feel less awkward if they are away from the opposite sex. I am excited to see where this conversation leads when we pick up where John left off. He asked me if I would be interested in talking with the kids one Sunday, offering my testimony or a message. For this, I'm going to pray and see what is presented. For now, I am thinking and keeping my relationship where it needs to be. I am so grateful God presented me with a man who is truly in touch with His word. I am so happy to be with someone who's goal is not getting into my pants. "Iron sharpens Iron" holds so true in our relationship as he challenges me to be a better person, a better Christian. And that is tough. But I pray and I know I can get through anything.  

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Happy Pancake Day!

Apple-Banana Pancakes!

1 1/4 c of Heart Healthy Bisquick
1 Banana, mashed
1 Egg (White only)
2/3 c of Vanilla Silk Soymilk
Oil

6 teaspoons of Light Maple Syrup
1 Apple, cored and chopped/diced (Depending on how big you want the pieces)

Combine the Apple and Syrup. Set aside.

Pour Bisquick in a mixing bowl and mash in Banana. Stir in Egg White and then pour in Vanilla Silk. Stir mixture until it is a thick batter. Heat oil in skillet. Pour a small amount of batter into the center of the skillet and allow to heat until bubbles start erupting on the surface of the pancake. Flip and allow to sit for 1-2 minutes.

After pancakes are done, top with Apple-Maple topping and enjoy!

*I also spread some light margarine on my pancakes to add a buttery taste. Sooooo good! 

Monday, February 21, 2011

Some older poems.

Since I am not able to write a new poem, I figured I'd post some older ones. These two are my favorite dark ones....

Slip into something more comfortable 
slip into my skin and then you will see all the bad things I've been
Well this is my world (It's sad and it's true)
Everyone is welcome, there is room for you too
There is not much to eat but there is plenty to see
If you are looking for pain, well just follow me
If you are looking for hate look in your own soul and you will see yourself losing control
If you are looking for fear, well, there is plenty, my dear
In my own world, you'll live in your nightmares
If you are feeling confused, just call it abuse
My world chewed you up and is taking its dues
And if you are looking for that one thing that we call  "love"
well, we decided to  it's best just to leave it above
It will hamper the operations and riff raff of my world
It will rip us apart and leave us unfurled...
We are better off anyways 
without that painful way of pushing through every day 
with the hope of love to save you from another day of pain
....so much pain...
Some come on!
Let's forget that awful malfunction of the human mind
Let's make connections of our own kind
Through  your hate and your pain 
confusion and sin
In my world the bad guys always win!
(Yet....
in the end...
My one true friend is neither my hate or my fear
nor my sin...
It is sadness mixed with guilt and regret
There is one pain you will pray you never get...
sometimes...
I wish for love though it belongs to the world up above
It has no place here my dark world
Yet...
My heart is empty... 
I feel so alone as I sit so piously on my golden throne
There is not hope for me
This much I've known...)
So come on!
Let's forget that awful malfunction of the human mind 
Let's make connections of our own kind
Through your hat and your pain
confusion and sin
In my own world the bad guys always win!

______________________________________
Hanging  from this noose 
I fashioned keeping my sanity 
on the shelf 
Pushing myself to the end
This rope becomes my friend
Cradles me and hold me close
as I become another ghost
Swings me gently as I snap
Watches me slipping into the trap
Sees me writhe in the silky web
Watches my memories....
.....away they ebb
The night begins to overcome the day
As I begin to fade away
______________________________________________






I stopped to see your face, hoping you'd be crying
I saw you smile and I started to die..........

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Unfinished poems, FINISHED!

A certain darling man wrote me and said he had edited and added to my unfinished poems I recently posted.....


If I ever had the right answers to your awkwardly placed questions,

I pray I can tell you all though you'll just forget them.

If I can't sing the right notes, or words get caught in my throat
I hope you see the thoughts in my eyes.

If I manage to make you smile wide,
I hope you'll let it linger long enough to capture it in my mind.

If I ever seem to stare too long, or my grip is far too strong,
I pray you know I'm barely hanging on.

If I reach out and I am only able to touch your hand,
I hope you know you touch my heart.

If I can only show you one thing,
I pray you can you can see what I see.

A rare and priceless treasure is what you are.
__________________________________________

Burning, smolder, rubble and ash.
Walking slow and picking up the pieces.
-alone
Trying to remember, trying to forget.
Wishing I had a drink to wash it all away.
-hurting
Words you said come back to me through the rustle of the wind.
Confusion suddenly trickles away, stinging on my skin.
-sobbing
You seem to drift away, coming back to lead me on.
Only when I'm falling once again do I realize you're gone.
-longing
You're only good for one thing, and babe it isn't me.
I can't seem to move on even though you say I'm free.
-chained
shackled to a past that I never should have had
walking a path that i chose for me
-downcast
i raise my eyes, looking for a reason to continue
scanning the horizons for just a glimpse of you
-lost
i can only sit on the side of the path and cry out
my only choice is to wait for the end to come

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tahrea talks about communication......

I found myself musing a very common subject tonight, a subject near and dear to just about everyone. And I think that I was pondering said subject because it relates with Company and Hallmark created our upcoming holiday which feeds on it. Yes, I am talking about... Relationships. More specifically, communication in relationships. People existing, interacting, and connecting with other people. It is an amazing concept for some. I mean, think about your latest relationship, how it was formed, how you feel about that person, etc. Are they your friend? Significant other? Puppet? Fling? Worst enemy? How do you communicate with them? DO you communicate with them? See, as I've gotten older I have found that communication is key to a successful relationship, no matter how you are relating to the other person. And, MAN, have I seen some great relationships fail because of miscommunication. It's not just cheating or lying; it's being passive-aggressive or evasive. It's also avoiding certain subjects for various reasons. I would love to see a relationship where both people were direct and they knew where the other stood. Imagine the answers to questions like, "Does my hair look alright?" "What do you want for dinner?" "Does this dress make me look fat?" "What do you think?" I feel that everyone time someone responds to one of those questions (and more) with the response that they think the other wants to hear and it is NOT the response that originally popped in their head, there has to be a little bitterness. You did not tell that person what you thought. You did not give your own answer. You pulled a tried-and-true response out of your hat and handed them this line they have programmed you to use. Honestly, if I ask someone about my appearance, and they give a less-than-satisfied response, I thank them and I change. Yeah, it sucks that the outfit I picked out didn't go over the way I had hoped. HOWEVER, that other person just gave me an honest answer and it was THEIR answer. I can trust this person to answer more serious questions later if need be.
Folks need to just lay it all out for all involved in the relationship. Obviously when we hear the word "relationship" we think about a couple, so I'll use the archetype of the male/female dating relationship. I have come to think that these two people need to flat out tell the other person what they expect from the relationship and what they expect from their partner. I'm serious. I personally am sick of wondering what the other person thinks about me, where they see the relationship going, etc. If both of you aren't working towards the same goals, you aren't going to end on happy ground. Just lay it out. "I want to date." "I want to get married." "I want to be friends." "I want to get laid." "I am using you to get to your sister." "I like you but I don't want to commit to one person." "I don't know what I want from this relationship." Communication, man. And DO NOT use sex as a form of communication. Don't use it at all. Sleeping around or moving from sexual partner to sexual partner is not a good thing. There is nothing good about it. Sure it seems "fun" for a while, but you can't honestly keep telling yourself this is what you want. If there is seriously someone out there who has NO problem sleeping around with as many people possible for the rest of their life, I feel sorry for them. I truly do. There is no true fulfillment in an empty life like that.

Ok, I'm going to hop off of my soapbox now, partly due to the fact that my eyes are crossing from exhaustion.   I'm just saying... Talk. Don't hold back because of fear or anger or pity. If you love or, in any case, respect that other person, you need to communicate. As humans I feel that is the most minute respect we can give each other.

Monday, February 7, 2011

GAH! Another one......

Through the tears and the madness we seem to find ourselves, but lose each other.
We reach out and receive an empty handshake.
We pursue relationships that end in misery. 
You smoke a cloud to lift you away.
I drink to wash you from my mind.
We smile for some reason, no longer able to remember joy.
Others say we'll work it out.
I tell and joke and you look away.
I can't see your face and you forget my voice.
We've forged our pain and stained our hearts.
Together we are apart. 

Poems for which I can't find an ending....

Sometimes this happens: I start writing a poem, thinking I'm on to something and then.... nothing. My inspiration vanishes. Argh.


If I ever had the right answers to your awkwardly placed questions,
I pray I can tell you all though you'll just forget them.

If I can't sing the right notes, or words get caught in my throat
I hope you see the thoughts in my eyes.




If I manage to make you smile wide,


I hope you'll let it linger long enough to capture it in my mind.


If I ever seem to stare too long, or my grip is far too strong,
I pray you know I'm barely hanging on.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Burning, smolder, rubble and ash.
Walking slow and picking up the pieces.
Trying to remember, trying to forget.
Wishing I had a drink to wash it all away.
Words you said come back to me through the rustle of the wind.
Confusion suddenly trickles away, stinging on my skin.
You seem to drift away, coming back to lead me on.
Only when I'm falling once again do I realize you're gone.
You're only good for one thing, and babe it isn't me.
I can't seem to move on even though you say I'm free.


Friday, January 14, 2011

Strange words from a strange dream

I had a strange dream last night and I only remembered a bit. Parts were as if I was reading it as a story and part of it was like I was in it. This part below was something I had read. I have no idea where it was going...


   Something about this man touched Brian. "What will you do when you've reached the twilight of your life? Surely you'll rest after such a long and successful life."
   "When I have become an empty shell and my manhood has shriveled, I will no doubt spend the last two years of my life at a foggy window with only the distant fond memories of a bridge in a park; memories of young children running over the bridge passed an older man who smiles, full of hope for the younger generation; memories of a young hands, shy hands, and brown eyes." At this, the man's eyes drifted away, following his thoughts where ever they were flowing. "Oh, those hands were soft. Her voice was so sweet. Heh, she couldn't carry a tune though, try as she might."