Behind the Scenes

I thought I'd give you all a random behind the scenes look into the life of Lj :).

Sometimes, I think I'm pretty hilarious. Perhaps this is why I spent so many years working with 5 year olds and junior highers - because they confirmed my hilarity and boosted my esteem :). With that said, I forewarn you that you might not find the following story to be as comical as I did, but what the heck...I will go for it anyway.

So tonight, I'm doing laundry. Oh joy of my life. I currently do not own a laundry "basket", so when the dryer buzzes I gather the load in my arms and hurry to my bedroom as to not drop any of it's contents on the ground, and plop it all on my bed. From there, I separate the clothes out, fold what needs to be folded, put them in their appropriate piles for storing in the dresser, and those items that need to be hung up, they get laid in a nice pile, awaiting their beloved hangers. Of course, with the addition of SCRUBS to my wardrobe, there is now three piles of clothes to be hung: SCRUBS, tops, bottoms. Tonight's load was darks - which meant mostly SCRUBS. There wasn't enough room on the bed for all three piles of hang up clothes - so the tops, they were placed gently on the back of my computer chair. Upon adding the fourth item to the "tops" pile, I took inventory of what lay before me and said out loud:

"Hi my name is Leanna, and I like striped sweaters."

And of course, I let out a roar of laughter. :). Before me were FOUR striped sweaters...are we serious Leanna? Perhaps the stripes are attempting to take over the love of hoodies in my collection. Oh Lord I hope not. I love my hoodies...striped sweaters, beware of a fight. (For those of you unknowing souls...at last count, I own over 40 hooded sweatshirts).

That's my behind the scenes - exciting life I lead, isn't it?

Some quick thoughts before work...

This is a short one. Sorry to disappoint if you were looking for meat :).

Last night I had my iPod going on my alarm clock (man I hope that made sense...I have an iPod docked alarm clock, is that better?). Anyway, I was doing some writing and wanted to listen to just music. Decided to make my way through one of my all time favorite soundtracks, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. That Michael Kamen knew what he was doing.

So of course, since that was the playlist I was on when I finally turned it off for bed, you can only guess what it was that my alarm woke me up with.

It was so incredible. I even turned it back on after "waking up".

Just that tiny imposition of music this morning is causing me to feel a bit more epic in my life. Today will be a grandeur day...and I've decided it would be amazing to start every day like this. To be filled with a sense of adventure and purpose. To have beautiful melodies etched in my mind rather than sappy lyrics. To approach the day outside of my own mere existence. Epic living straight ahead.

All thanks to a movie soundtrack. Sweet :).

"You wanna hear something funny?"

Ah...so here it is, my funny story for the day.

This morning I didn't have to be at work until 9, so I decided to venture over to Starbucks to get a most comforting grande vanilla chai latter, no water :). I order my drink, and the barista taking my order (a younger guy, probably about my age) asks for my name. I tell him "Leanna" (duh.) Apparently he thought I said "Leia", so he starts spelling it out loud, I guess wanting me to correct him if it was wrong...which it most obviously was. Naturally, I interrupt and give him the correct spelling - with a smile of course - I'm not a grouch :). He starts cracking up, and here's the tidbit of conversation that followed:

Barista Man: OH! I'm so sorry, I thought you said LEIA, like the princess! (he smiles at me)

Leanna: Oh no, definitely not a princess...

Barista Man: No gold bikini laying around at home? (and then...he winks...)

Leanna: Not at all (and I walk away).

Now, here's why I walked away from Starbucks trying not to laugh hysterically...it became so obvious to me just how much men differ from women. Just consider that word..."princess", and each gender conjures up different images, thoughts and notions.

Women will generally go the route of a fairytale maiden, most often in distress needing to be rescued by the rarely speaking prince charming. Or, perhaps it's negative, causing us to think of spoiled little brats whose parents refer to them as princesses to appease them.

But men, men on the other hand apparently jump right into a physical fantasy world involving intergalactic battles and a half naked chained up "princess" in need of rescuing.

Ha. No wonder we have such a hard time meeting on the same plane...

I want a hippopotamus for christmas...

And only a hippopotamus will do...

So it's begun, Christmas Song Season. While driving home from work today, I switched my iPod's playlist onto my lovely Christmas mix and just tried to get into it. Some of you may have never heard the hippopotamus song, but it is one of my favorites - simply because of it's obscurity! I mean, what little girl asks Santa for a hippo to be under her tree on Christmas morning? :).

Following in the obscurity of what we ask Santa for...it's my turn.

I want a boyfriend for Christmas...and only a boyfriend will do...

You may think I'm kidding, but then again, perhaps you KNOW that I'm completely serious. In light of some recent progressions in my life, I've discovered that I'm ready. Ready to just dive into a great romance, a life altering companionship, and an ever growing relationship with the man that God has out there somewhere for me. And what better time than Christmas to get this all started?

So "Santa" of the Universe, if you are reading...I don't necessarily need that man under my tree on Christmas morning :), any day now would be lovely...and you can wrap him in a cozy green sweatshirt (this way I know its HIM :)), which I will no doubtedly "borrow" from him indefinitely...

how far i've come

so the other night, i took some time and read over some previously posted blogs from my myspace. i have to admit, most of them brought me to tears. these past few years have definitely been somewhat of a refining fire for me, and it was a blessing to be able to look back, to remember where i was, and be grateful for how far i've come. i thought it might be fun to recount my journey...here on the NEW blog...

*May of 2006, where FEAR NOT began...
may 06

*August of 2006, one of many "muscle spasm" stories...
august 06

*October of 2006, the detour that taught me about life...
october 06

*November of 2006, my first blog from central CA and dealing with the emptiness of change...
november 06

*April of 2007, finding a bit of lost Lj...
april 07

*June of 2007, Lj left forest home...
june 07

*July of 2007, my venting about sleezy guys! freaking awesome...
july 07

*August of 2007, Lj caught the changING fever...
august 07

*September of 2007, when i discovered that weak is the new strong...
september 07

*December of 2007, my screenplay develops a little twist :)
december 07

Wow, all that to say this...

i'm blessed to be where i am today. i've been through a lot of crap, seasons of pure joy, and stuff you wouldn't even imagine. but it's truly shaped me. not only have i changed, but i recognize change in those around me. and i embrace it. goodness, its amazing.