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Name: Bonnie
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Birthday: 6/22/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Playing the violin, (classical and Scottish/Irish fiddling), Spanish, learning theology, philisophical discussions, photography, learning new jokes and telling them to people, gardening, holding babies, spending time with friends and family, crocheting, hiking...
Expertise: Telling dumb jokes, being punny, taking things literally, taking pictures of people who aren't aware their picture is being taken....taking pictures of clouds and of small things other people don't really notice, quoting movies (sometimes at length), jaywalking, staying up to unreasonable hours, violin (well, I'm *becoming* an expert, hopefully), bugging people in their practice rooms, uband spubeakubing ububbie dububbie. :)
Occupation: Strings teacher
Industry: Teaching
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Member Since:
12/29/2004
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| Note To Self #1: Do not pour rubbing alcohol on your toothbrush to sanitize it. It tastes nasty the next day. (story behind THAT for another day)
Remember that? /\ Here's the story: Jenna had been sick for 5 days with a fever that just WOULD NOT go away until she went in to Urgent Care and got antibiotics. I was very seriously intent on not catching whatever she had so as to not miss work (and therefore earning money!) This desire went to such extremes that I...didn't brush my teeth while she was sick for fear of the whole germs-on-the-toothbrush thing. It sounds ridiculous now, but it made sense at the time! Anyway, when she was DONE being sick I decided I should sanitize my toothbrush for the abovementioned reason. I used rubbing alcohol on it at night, figuring it would evaporate and leave my toothbrush completely germ-free. Right?
Next morning, I proceeded to brush my teeth with the supposedly germ-free toothbrush...only to realize it tasted funny. Hm. So I brushed my teeth again. Still the funny taste. At this point I got out the rubbing alcohol bottle and began reading the warnings about serious gastric disturbances if ingested  and started to worry. I really didn't want to call Poison Ccntrol...seriously, a 22 year old committing toothbrush ignorance/stupidity? But Mom insisted, so I called. I started to explain the situation to the nice lady on the other end of the line, and when I got to the part about wanting to sanitize my toothbrush, she finished the sentence for me! Apparenlty I'm not the first one.  She said I'd be fine...just get a new toothbrush. Which I did. Oy. The End 
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| Though running does not fix all problems, and cannot be used as a substitute for time with God, it does help me. I've found that talking with God is easier during/after a run-not because He does not speak at other times, but because I listen better. I've started running with Naomi and John, so it had been awhile since I'd run alone, but tonight I knew a run needed to happen-again realizing it can't fix what's going on in my heart, but it surely helps my perspective. It felt a little strange, yet comforting, to be out running alone. I decided to make the route longer by going up to Southern and then running all the way down to Baseline...and maybe continuing to run after that. :) As I reached Southern, I saw not one or two but four other runners-two ladies (running away from Southern), and a couple just crossing the street on the other side heading toward Baseline. I always love seeing other runners-"see? there's one! I'm not alone in my insanity!" This particular couple *just happened* to run at about my pace. THAT was good inspiration. All the way down that mile I was just behind them on the other side of the street. At Baseline they turned around, and so did I-and then the inspiration really began. I'm used to running a little over a mile, but hey, with two people in front of you who are still running? No stopping, at least for a little bit. Besides, I didn't feel like I was going to die (always encouraging), so I kept going for another four tenths of a mile or so before deciding to walk. It's the farthest I've ever run "alone".  They weren't the only people I saw on my run. There's a bicyclist who's becoming a regular, I believe-I've seen him 3 times in the last two weeks. He seems to only ride that one mile, just over and over-one night he passed me 5 times! I wonder how many miles he rides, and what he's training for-though he doesn't ride at racing speeds. Is it really just to stay in shape, and late-night-ish is the only time he can find? There's also the cop cars that hang out in the Mormon parking lot-they hide in the shadows, so one evening two roared to life and drove out of the parking lot when I hadn't even seen them. :)P I've seen one one other time, just sitting there in the shadows with his lights off. I'm not sure if the cops presence should comfort me or not...
It was nice to go for a run alone and yet not be.
Note: this is not intended as an excuse for stupidity, though I would like to point out this was an intentionally early run for me. :) And thank you to Naomi and John for running with me! I do appreciate/enjoy your presence. :) | | |
| If I wasn't thinking practically...I'd like this car.  
but alas, Impalas have some bad safety ratings.  | | |
| A Few Quick Things (for lack of time, as explained below):
Note To Self #1: Do not pour rubbing alcohol on your toothbrush to sanitize it. It tastes nasty the next day. (story behind THAT for another day)
Note To Self #2: Do not read a running magazine before you go to bed. It makes you want to go for a run. (Even my stupidity does not (usually) extend to the point that I think an 11:30 pm run by myself is a good idea).
By the way...I have indeed been bitten by the running bug.
By the way, I have also joined a band.
AND last but not least, I would like to thank Connor for posting that iTunes shuffle quiz-thingy-whatever, because one of the songs brought up by that was "Fratres", which I played last year for my senior recital. And the mention of that piece awakened the desire to practice, which is what I am going to do now. Hence the lack of time. Thank you, friend!
*goes off to practice with Baby* | | |
| I go out
And I look at the sky
So black and unchanging yet
Sparkling with stars
I bow my head
And I cry aloud
My God
I don't understand
In the silence I wait for you
I need to hear Your voice
Yet when You speak
The only thing You say
Is that all shall be well
All shall be well
All shall be well
No matter how it seems now
All shall be well
I go out
And I see the stars
Orion following the
Course that God set
I bow my head
And I cry aloud
My God
Will You be near?
In the silence I wait for you
I need to hear Your voice
The heavens don't hold
The answers I seek
Except All shall be well
All shall be well
All shall be well
No matter how it seems now
All shall be well
I hear You speak
and You comfort me
saying All shall be well | | |
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