Monday, August 14, 2006

dressed just right . . .

have you ever had one of those days when you just felt like something was going to get under your skin and rub you the wrong way? overall just flat-out piss you off? well, that's how i felt about today. i just had a bad feeling about it. i could say i had a premonition, but in reality i would have to admit that it was a phone call. well, actually, more than 1 phone call and from more than one person.

disclaimer -- from this point forward, the caller shall be refered to as "he" or "him" because it is inconvenient and awkward to constantly have to insert "he or she" or "him or her" to be grammatically correct. i am unwilling to just refer to "him" as "they" or "them" when in reality it was just 1 person at a time. this in no way makes a statement about the identity of the callers.

in an effort to protect the guilty and expose the innocent, the identity of the callers shall remain anonymous -- but it was the same typical BS as usual. accusations, judgments, lies, condescending attitudes, disrespectful tone of voice, attempts to manipulate and/or control others, guilt trips, inability to hear or see (or even acknowledge) both sides of an issue, obvious partiality, overblown egos, and the same old promises of a possible relationship in the future if i/he/we just did "this" or "that". maybe the caller should make a note -- no matter how loud he shouts, actions speak much louder than words.

how can a mind be so narrow as to think that there is only one side to an issue? how can an ego be so big as to think that any or all my decisions or our decisions or actions revolve around him? how can a person be so blind as to think something was done just to inconvenience or hurt him at a particular time in his life in comparison to the activities of his life? why would the caller think i care about what is going on or when it is going on for him -- or that i would even know about it?

why would the caller be so ignorant as to think that the decision to work on a relationship or to have a relationship is up to him to decide? wouldn't that involve the feelings of more than one person? why would this person think that dangling that old carrot out there "if you do what i want, when i want, how i want, and don't make any demands on me or my life . . . . maybe someday we can work on our relationship" would have an impact on the listener? and if so, why should the listener care? i know i don't care about those empty promises.

sounds more like a threat to me! what an idea, huh? "if you're not careful, i'm going to be your friend!" ugh! i don't think so. the idea that i would be so desperate for companionship that i would seek out that type of person for love/affection/acceptance/friendship -- not bloody likely.

if i could not do any better in life than to seek the friendship and trust of people of this caliber, it would be a sorry existence. but imagine the security that ego provides the person -- "well, some day they are going to be sorry that they didn't want to kiss my ass when they had the chance!" at the same time, i'm thinking "don't bet on it. i don't have the time or the desire for friends like you. after all, w/ friends like that . . . who needs enemies?"

lucky for me, i had an appropriate shirt on that just fit that day --

Saturday, August 05, 2006

father's day - 2006 - the best one ever!



fishing - father's day - 2006 - a sketch that i did w/ a black prang colored pencil.

an amazing event happened this year on father’s day, and I realized that this is the first time i have appreciated this day since my father died in 1997. yeah, i've done neat things and been w/ people i cared about on that day, but it just wasn’t as meaningful to me without my own father, whom i consider to be one of finest human beings to ever live.

this year was my first father’s day being married to jerry. let me explain my experience of last father’s day before i share the current events, so that way i know you’ll understand the significance. last year, there was a concert in kansas city that i would’ve loved to attend, but when i saw that it was on father’s day – i didn’t ask to go because i didn’t want to take jerry away from home in case one or more of his sons wanted to be with him. his youngest son still lived at home w/ him at that time.

we ended up just hanging out at his house, being available for the boys to see him or do something w/ him. he has 3 sons, but only one son called and wished him happy father’s day and visited w/ him. the oldest son, who lived away at columbia, mo, didn’t approve of his parents’ divorce, his father moving on in life, his father dating, and so on – so he only called periodically and/or when he wanted/needed something. so, no call/card/time from that son on the special day for dads. the middle son, the one most like jerry, called him and visited a couple different times, but w/ a new baby, a new house (just moved his family out from jerry’s to their own house about 6 blocks away), and 2 other children – they didn’t come over b/c they already had their hands full for the day. the youngest son, who still lived at home and spent most of the day at home (except for church), was in the same house as jerry, but didn’t make any effort to spend any time w/ him, wish him happy father’s day, or get him a card. now, this son was in a pout in life overall b/c jerry had begun to hold him accountable for his disrespectful attitude and behavior, so he was no joy to be around.

i have to admit that i was shocked that two of jerry’s sons would do absolutely nothing for him for father’s day when i knew that he had done so much for them throughout their lives. but after analyzing the family and the situation, what i realized was that they were just practicing what they had seen throughout their life – jerry was treated as if he were unworthy by their mother, so they must have thought that this was acceptable behavior. now, to point out a few things – jerry did most of the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and wage earning in that family. there was even an extended period of time in the very recent past that their mother did not work (she couldn’t get a job in her career field b/c she was a trouble maker). during this time period, jerry cashed in his retirement to pay for his oldest son’s college and support his family, since she was not contributing financially like she should have been. when the divorce happened, the youngest son chose to live w/ jerry – so jerry kept the house and kept his son (without asking for or receiving child support or any financial help from the mother).

this was the man whose sons displayed such blatant disrespect to him everyday of his life, but specifically on father’s day. it was despicable. not only were they disgusting in their judgmental and condescending behavior – but these two were the “super christians" in the family. one has even had the nerve to tell us that he has "long taken the role of spiritual leader of the family"! yeah, right. more like pseudo-christians. the kind who hide behind their religion, using it as a set of laws and rules by which they can judge other people, and yet they don’t see the sin and wrong in their own lives. the kind of “christian" that makes other people hate christians.

this year, things were different. of course, things overall are VERY different this year in jerry’s life than they have been for many, many years.

*** he is treated w/ love and respect from those people around him and he knows that they find him worthy of their love and respect.
*** jerry and i are very happily married and spend as much time together as possible.
*** jerry has new family members who truly care about him and treat him w/ such love and respect.
*** jerry has a new lease on life in his new home and new surroundings where he can get back to doing many of the things that he loved doing since childhood.
*** he has many opportunities to spend time w/ his family (his mother and siblings and families) that he didn't have for years b/c his former wife did not care for his family.

we made special plans for father’s day, inviting his son/d-i-l/grandsons over to join my family (summer, lucas, raven, riahna and scott) at our house for the day. my family went to church and then planned to meet up at our house around 2. we were planning to take the kids fishing, and even though it poured rain in the night – we were going anyway. the last time we promised them to go fishing, it had rained and we changed our plans. we couldn’t do that again! so we just decided that we would be muddy and throw all the kids in the bathtub when they got back from fishing.

the afternoon started out rather hectic, as everyone was arriving at different times and seemed to be running on their own schedules. then as soon as everyone had gotten to the house, we all loaded back up in the vehicles and went in search of some worms for fishing. after all, this was a real fishing trip w/ 3 kids (5, 2, & 2) who had their own fishing poles and this was serious business. all the practicing w/ the weighted practice bobbers was about to pay off. raven had just gotten her fishing pole for easter, so this was all new to her, but she learned to cast on her own in about 5 tries that day -- so she was ready to reel in the big ones.

we ended up at my mother's house (3 miles away) to dig worms and grubs in her cattle pasture, as that's always a sure-fire place to find them. between 4 adult males, 1 baby, 3 little sports, a mommy, and a memaw (the photographer) -- we hit the pasture w/ shovels and buckets to find our bait. trouble was, it was hiding a little harder from us than it usually did. jimmie spent more time dumping the worms out of the bucket while the others were digging. finally, though, we found the right spot, filled w/ huge grub worms and earth worms. they all grabbed what they could right off the bat so we could get on to the real fun -- fishing.

we loaded up again, which is no easy task w/ 5 little ones in carseats and all 3 families in different vehicles, to head to the pond. jerry and i were in the lead in jerry's company car (2005 impala), w/ jacob and boys in the expedition right behind us, and summer/lucas/raven/riahna bringing up the rear in her sable. we pulled off the road and headed around the field and down to the pond. right as i said, "i don't think this looks too solid . . . " -- we sunk. jerry tried to work the car out of the hole on his own, but couldn't. jacob was fine in the expedition, but stopped where he was to stay out of our way. summer's car was in trouble as soon as it turned in the field, but they were able to get backed out and just left her car on the road.

jerry, jacob, and lucas all walked around his car to survey the damage and come up w/ a game plan. i just sat in the car, knowing that this was not going to be a pretty sight. growing up on a farm, i had seen these kinds of things before. jerry decided that i should scoot over and drive while the guys pushed on the car and we would just "rock it" out of there. we seemed to be making a little progress, but it was just inching along. jerry found a board to wedge under the front tire where it could get better traction and then we started again. move a little forward, gun in reverse while the guys pushed. over and over again. on the next try, jerry leaned over to see if we were making any progress . . . just as the tired came off of the board -- flipping a huge amount of soupy, slimy mud straight up his front, in his mouth, across his whole face, under his hat, and down his back.

i didn't know what to do, as i had never seen jerry in a situation like this -- but it was darned funny looking. he was spitting mud and trying to swipe it off of his sweaty face. he looked up at me, and i really tried to keep a straight face. but w/ lucas and jacob standing behind jerry and right in my line of vision and obviously laughing, even if they weren't making any noise . . . . i just lost it. i started laughing but trying not to, and then i just couldn't even have that much control. i laughed until i had tears dripping off of my chin. the boys laughed that much harder, and jerry was laughing as he wiped the rest of the mud from his face/eyes/mouth. it was hard to get back to being serious after that, but just a couple more pushes sent me rocketing backward onto solid ground.

yea . . . on to the fishing. we took off trekking toward the pond, which meant we had to cross that swamp. the guys went right on ahead, as they were dressed for getting messy. i really wasn't, but i was just along to take pictures. i had an expensive digital camera in one hand and a 6 week old granddaughter in the other hand, so i was trying to find the non-muddy spots to get through. i failed miserably! at one point, when i went to step forward, i lost my shoe. when i stepped back to get it, i slipped. my legs were going this way and that as i was now shoeless in the slimy mud. my arms were flailing as much as possible to help keep me upright, but w/ camera and baby -- i didn't have much freedom. i wasn't worried about getting muddy or even falling, if it were just myself. but i was terrified of falling and hurting the baby. i was also trying to protect the camera what i could, but if something had to be sacrificed then it would go. after a few fearful seconds (which felt like time slowed down), i was able to get it under control and back moving toward the pond.

jerry had the weedeater w/ him to tame an area of the bank for the kids to get to -- and it worked out perfectly. there was the perfect opening there for all of us to fit in where all of the kids could fish. it was rather tight quarters when you were trying to avoid 3 little sports all armed w/ fishing poles and real hooks. none of them were patient enough to let their corks settle on the water before they started reeling them in again. i guess for them, the fun was in the casting and reeling. i stayed long enough to take a bunch of pictures and watch the kids have their fun, but it was very hot holding the baby and we were expecting other company at the house very soon.

right as summer, riahna and i started for the cars, the company arrived at the house (which was just about 1/4 mile from the pond). they saw the cars down at the pond and headed down to us. summer and i were covered in mud, but we took riahna and joey (now called joe-bug) back to the house. jerry's mother and brother were dropped off to stay w/ us while his sister/b-i-l/neice went to meet some other family at chicken mary's. jerry's mother was anxious to get to see all her grandkids and get her hands on the baby, and the rest of the family would be back after dinner for home-made ice cream.

the fishing trip only lasted about 15 minutes after we left, but the kids had a blast. no fish were harmed in the making of this memory, though. we can tell that johnny is a true fisherman -- claiming to have caught a fish. that is a true fish story! as everyone got back up to the house and cleaned up, we started some dinner and ice cream preparations. we just had burgers and dogs and chips, chased down w/ strawberries and home-made ice cream a while later. the other family members came back from chicken mary's and my mother and her husband dropped by to see everyone. at this point, we had 20 people in the kitchen and living room, dodging running kids while balancing plates of food. quite a challenge!!!

since the men and children had proven that they were not that great at fishing, they decided that it would be great fun to shoot clay pigeons. everyone spilled out on the back porch to watch the action. the thrower was positioned and boxes of clay pigeons were carried out toward the field as the guns were carried out from the house. as w/ any contest of skill, there is usually more talking going on ahead of time than there should be . . . if you know what i mean! well, the last time the guys had the guns, clay pigeons, and thrower out -- they couldn't hit worth throwing for. in fact, it took several trips out into the field to pick up the pigeons that they missed! on that day, my mother and her husband had dropped by, so my mother had to step out there and "show them how to shoot". fortunately for their pride, the guys were doing much better on this day!!! johnny loved to "pull" for them, but he wasn't real reliable on his timing -- so sometimes they said "pull!" and then stood there and waited and waited and waited on johnny to decide he was ready. but hey, what can a person expect from a 5-year-old!

it was a great day of activity and visiting for all involved -- very relaxed, come and go as you please, eat where you want, sit where you want, self-serve, indoor or outdoor -- just laid back. the kids were all very well-behaved, but just absolutely exhausted. riahna was her normal self, sleeping soundly through it all and being passed from one set of "grandma hands" to another.

the house finally cleared out around 10:30 or so from the company. we had messes strung from one end to the other. after fishing, the little sports had gotten into the jacuzzi tub to clean up, but a combination of bubble bath and jacuzzi jets made so many bubbles that the kids had to be lifted out of the tub and put into the shower to get cleaned off. bubbles, mud, dirty clothes, and wet towels were waiting in our bathroom. drinks, cups, toys, ice cream freezer mess and yard furniture were all along the front porch. more yard furniture, clay pigeons, throwers, empty shotgun shells, cups and drinks were around the back yard. plates, cups, chips, snacks, and lots of dishes were strung around the kitchen and on the island.

jerry and i walked through the house and decided to call it a night, as all that stuff would still be waiting there for me the next day. jerry had to work, but i was off on summer break. something to keep me entertained, i guess you could say. as we were talking about the day and all, jerry just looked so content and so happy. he had such a good time, and was so proud to have his family come to visit him and spend time w/ him in his home. this was just one of a string of many big events in our lives, and most of them have all happened at our house w/ the people we love.

jerry gave me a hug and said, "thank you. that was the best father's day of my life." amazingly, he didn't get one gift, but he had his son and grandsons come and spend the day w/ him, his family came to visit, part of my family came to hang out, and he received 2 very special father's day cards -- 1 from his step-son and 1 from his step-daughter and family. he said that those 2 cards meant more to him than any other cards he had ever gotten. it was a perfectly wonderful day -- spent together w/ the people we love (and those who love us!). he also got a card from jacob, his son, as well.


scott's card for jerry -- designed and printed by scott himself



summer and lucas' card for jerry - designed and printed by summer



jacob's card for jerry -- couldn't have been more true if he had designed and printed this card himself!



oh, and btw, jerry did get a 2-sentence email from his oldest son and a 5-sentence email from the youngest son. of course, after the recent bout of hate-mail that jerry and i had gotten from those 2 sons, the new emails weren't too impressive! i'm sure they felt much better, though, after taking time from their busy schedules to email messages to their father on father's day. too bad they missed all the other fun from the day!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

correction and thanks

just a note to point out that i have made a correction to the information on the "kidnapped" post regarding the phone message left by melenda friel for jacob and amanda about the missing children. the idea is the same, but the quote is specific (according to the victims of this crime).

for the person who was kind enough to send THIS message --
"I read over your blog carefully and aside from the grammatically errors (I can let those slide since personal "blogging" is considered informal writing), I also found many factual errors and errors in judgement."

"grammatically errors"? h-m-m-m, somehow i find judgment from someone with writing of this caliber hardly worth reading and definitely not worth considering. certainly not a credible source to critique my writing skills.

perhaps this person should look more to his personal life for correction? maybe in many more ways than in his grammar? of course, when he can be so self-righteous as to overlook his own mistakes to comment on someone else's assumed mistakes, what can a person expect?

and for this "concerned person" -- i'm not surprised for you to say that my opinions or actions just "blows your mind" . . . your mind is a very small thing, so it wasn't much of a waste to blow it.

the next time you consider offering your opinion or advice -- don't bother. the opinion of your small mind means nothing to me.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

journal cover finish frustrations!

i recently made a composition journal as a gift for my significant other and it chronicled from our first date thru our relationship. i wanted to make the book look really classy from the outside -- not just a mottled comp book cover. it also had to look attractive to a man -- so no foo-foo stuff.

i covered it w/ several layers of burgundy tissue paper (applied w/ mod podge) on the inside and outside of the front and back covers. after getting the cover dark like i wanted it, i wanted some design to it as well. couldn't find any patterned tissue that i liked when shopping, so went home and pulled out some paisley christmas tissue that was dark green, dark red, and gold in a really pretty, elegant pattern. i put a layer of that christmas tissue next, wrapping it around in one continuous sheet from inside front cover to around front to around bent spine to around back cover to across inside back cover.

then i did a layer of the burgundy tissue paper in that same fashion over the paisley. i was SO relieved b/c i thought i was almost done, but boy was i wrong!!! i did a couple coats of mod podge over the tissue to serve as the protectant, and it had a nice glossy look to it. unfortunately, it stayed tacky to the touch and stuck to other things it touched or the book pages if i closed the book. next i sprayed it w/ matte spray finish, but i didn't like the matte look on the book as it just looked dull (although it did dry instead of remaining tacky!). i tried glossy spray finish, but i wasn't happy w/ that look either.

at this point, i was getting really irritated w/ myself b/c i was afraid that i was going to ruin the book or the contents by trying to get the cover to look the perfect way that i thought it should. i tried the matte spray finish again, hoping i would like the results better this time. guess what -- i still didn't like it.

after letting it set a couple days, i remembered someone on an altered book list talking about how they used future floor wax to seal their projects b/c of the protection if offered. if it was strong enough to protect a floor that was walked on, it should be strong enough to protect a cardboard book cover. i decided to try it on the book cover and the results were amazingly beautiful -- really nice sheen that allows the deep colors and paisley pattern to show thru w/o looking "thick" like the mod podge did.

the final product ended up beautiful -- just like a deep dark cherry wood almost. i'll try and scan the cover and post to my blog today so you can see it if you want. the future floor wax has been perfect for this project as it provided a hard protectant for the "tissue" on the cardboard cover and the shine makes it looks the same today as it did when i gave it to him back in october.

my biggest concerns were that the book cover was "sealed" and protected from possible damage, the cover dried and could be handled or touching other possessions w/o worry of it getting sticky or too hot/humid, and the finish provided the look that i wanted.

after that experience, i think i'll use future floor wax to seal the covers on all my comp journals or homemade journals to protect them from damage.

***my one warning if working w/ future floor wax -- it easily gets little bubbles in the finish if i used a foam brush too quickly. i could get by w/ using the 1" foam brush if i just took my time in spreading the wax across the book cover. plus i went horizontal all the way down and then vertical all the way across and then smudged out any "brush marks" or little bubbles to make sure the final finish was glass-smooth.

it's the little things that matter -- the butterfly effect

this is taken from a motivational newsletter that i subscribe to, but i thought you might get a kick out of the math part of it --

The Butterfly Effect by Ron White (the motivational speaker -- not the comedian!)

It was 1960 and meteorologist Edward Lorenz was working in his lab. He was entering data into his computer in the hopes of modeling weather patterns when he stumbled upon a theory that is known as, 'The Butterfly Effect'. He was entering wind speed, air pressure and temperature into three separate equations that were linked in a mathematical feedback loop. This equation allowed Lorenz to predict weather patterns.

One day Lorenz was in a bit of a hurry and opted to take a shortcut when entering the data. He rounded the numbers to the nearest one thousandth rather than to the nearest one millionth (for example, .407 instead of .407349). As a scientist, he knew this would change the result – however he expected only a minor change. Lorenz was astounded to discover that this tiny change made a profound impact on the final resulting weather pattern. This discovery led Lorenz to ponder: Does the flap of a butterfly's wing in Brazil cause a tornado in Texas? – Thus you have 'The Butterfly Effect' theory.

This theory has been applied to all areas of science since Lorenz's 1960 experiment.

"But, Ron, what does this mean for my life?", I can hear you asking.

It means that every decision or action that you make - no matter how small – could potentially dramatically alter the course of your life. My life, as I am sure yours is, is a testimony to the butterfly effect. When I was 12 years old, I met a friend named Brian in P.E. class. Over two decades later, Brian is still my best friend. At the age of 12, Brian had a thirst for learning and studying (the other 12 year olds called him a nerd) and he was a fitness fanatic. He still has these qualities and because of our friendship they rubbed off on me. At the age of 18, I needed a job and he secured me a job where he worked as a telemarketer. My third day on the job, I made a telemarketing call to someone in the seminar business. He thought I was a good telemarketer and offered me a job over the phone.

Did you follow that?

You are receiving this email from me, reading my books, or hearing me speak because I was offered a job at the age of 18 from a seminar company. I would have never been offered that job – if Brian hadn't gotten me the telemarketing job and Brian would never have known me if we hadn't met at the age of 12 in P.E.! I have an insatiable desire for learning that began at age 12 and have developed into a fitness fanatic as well. Most of the major events in my life can be traced back to a conversation in a gym two decades ago – that is 'The Butterfly Effect'.

ACTION POINTS

1. Realize that 'The Butterfly Effect' is very real and small decisions or actions can make a huge impact on your life.

2. Take responsibility for your decisions, actions and friends – even the tiny decisions – realizing that they can dramatically alter the course of your life.

3. Understand the importance of attention to detail. Years before 1986, the smallest flaw was overlooked in a Space Shuttle O-Ring. That flaw led to a horrific 'Butterfly Effect' and the deaths of seven Astronauts years later in January 1986.

4. Do not allow 'The Butterfly Effect' to paralyze you from inaction. Instead, use it as the spark of motivation to fan the fire of action – realizing that you control your destiny even in the tiniest of ways.

Use the 'Butterfly Effect' as a tool to make a positive, lasting impact on your life and it's direction.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

10 barriers to creativity

10 barriers to creativity

1. time
2. lack of ability
3. self-doubt
4. self-censorship
5. no supplies when opportunity/inspiration to draw/color
6. no formal training
7. too many other responsibilities in life
8. lack of self-discipline
9. fear of success and fear of failure
10. would rather play w/ raven!

Thursday, June 23, 2005


departing tornado -- carl junction, missouri, june 12, 2004 Posted by Hello

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

10 summer things to celebrate

10 summer things to celebrate

1. sunshine (and the opportunity to lay out and tan!)
2. time off from work - school is out!
3. baseball season, both little league and the big league
4. gardens and fresh fruits and vegetables
5. extra money for working extra
6. reading time!!!
7. amusement parks
8. swimming, water sports, canoeing
9. thunderstorms with lots of thunder and ligthening
10. family vacations and adventures (even family reunions)

i've got my number

i've got my number -- decided to see what this site said about my personality based on the numerical analyzation of my name --

http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp

You entered: jill ann campbell

There are 15 letters in your name.
Those 15 letters total to 55
There are 4 vowels and 11 consonants in your name.

Your number is: 1

The characteristics of #1 are: Initiating action, pioneering, leading, independent, attaining, individual.

The expression or destiny for #1:
A number 1 Expression denotes the skilled executive with keen administrative capabilities. You must develop the capacity to be a fine leader, sales executive, or promoter. You have the tools to become an original person with a creative approach to problem solving, and a penchant for initiating action. Someone may have to follow behind you to handle the details, but you know how to get things going and make things happen. You have a good mind and the ability to use it for your advancement. Because of these factors, you have much potential for achievement and financial rewards. Frequently, this expression belongs to one running a business or striving to achieve a level of accomplishment on ones talents and efforts. You have little need for much supervision, preferring to act on your own with little restraint. You are both ambitious and determined. Self-confident and self-reliant must be yours, as you develop a strong unyielding will and the courage of your convictions.

Although you fear loneliness, you want to be left alone. You fear routine and being in a rut. You often jump the gun because you are afraid of being left behind.

The negative attributes of the 1 Expression are egotism and a self-centered approach to life. This is an aggressive number and if it is over-emphasized it is very hard to live with. You do not have to be overly aggressive to fulfill your destiny. The 1 has a natural instinct to dominate and to be the boss; adhering to the concept of being number One. Again, you do not have to dominate and destroy in order to lead and manage.

Your Soul Urge number is: 8

A Soul Urge number of 8 means: With an 8 soul urge, you have a natural flare for big business and the challenges imposed by the commercial world. Power, status and success are very important to you. You have strong urges to supervise, organize and lead. Material desires are also very pronounced. You have good executive abilities, and with these, confidence, energy and ambition.

Your mind is analytical and judgment sound; you're a good judge of material values and also human character. Self-controlled, you rarely let emotions cloud judgment. You are somewhat of an organizer at heart, and you like to keep those beneath you organized and on a proper track. This is a personality that wants to lead, not follow. You want to be known for your planning ability and solid judgment.

The negative aspects of the 8 soul urge are the often dominating and exacting attitude. You may have a tendency to be very rigid, sometimes stubborn.

Your Inner Dream number is: 3

An Inner Dream number of 3 means: You dream of artistic expression; writing, painting, music. You would seek to more freely express your inner feeling and obtain more enjoyment from life. You also dream of being more popular, likable, and appreciated.

this site shows what my birthday reveals about me and/or my personality --

http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp

You entered: 11/27/1965

You were born on a Saturday under the astrological sign Sagittarius.
Your Life path number is
5.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2439091.5.
The
golden number for 1965 is 9.
The
epact number for 1965 is 27.
The year 1965 was not a leap year.

As of 6/22/2005 12:22:10 PM CDT
You are 39 years old.
You are 475 months old.
You are 2,065 weeks old.
You are 14,452 days old.
You are 346,860 hours old.
You are 20,811,622 minutes old.
You are 1,248,697,330 seconds old.

There are 158 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 40 candles on it.

Those 40 candles produce 40 BTU's, or 10,080 calories of heat (that's only 10.0800 food Calories!) .

You can boil 4.57 US ounces of water with that many candles.

Your birthstone is Citrine
The Mystical properties of Citrine = Citrine is said to help one connect with Spirit.

Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewlers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources) Yellow Topaz, Pearl, Diamond

Your birth tree is Ash Tree, the Ambition

Uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egotistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious.

The moon's phase on the day you wereborn was waxing crescent.
Saturday, November 27, 1965
Moon's age (days): 3
Distance (Earth radii): 63.20
Percent Illumination 15.54%
Ecliptic latitude (degrees): -3.77
Ecliptic longitude (degrees): 294.03

Friday, June 17, 2005

silly survey

Sometimes it is fun to learn something you never knew about a person. Amazingly, we might know a person very well, but yet not have many specific details about that person and his or her life. Here are some details about me from one of those silly email surveys.

1. What time is it? 1:03 a.m.
2. Name as it appears on birth certificate: Jill Ann Campbell
3. Nicknames: Jill the Pill, Jillybean, Jacks_friend, Memaw, PITA
4. Piercing? Ears – several times
5. Color of Eyes: green
6. Place of birth: Pittsburg, Kansas – the old Mt. Carmel hospital
7. Favorite food: hamburgers, grilled at home w/ onion, tomato, pickles, mustard & ketchup – yeah!
8. Ever been to Mexico? no
9. Ever been toilet papered? Many times, because it’s the cool thing where my kids go to school to TP the houses of all of the athletes/participants, complete w/ writing on the windows of the house and the car.
10. Love someone so much it made you cry? yes
11. Been in a car accident? yes
12. Croutons or bacon bits: Bacon bits
13. Favorite day of the week: Sunday, day for family and have the most time off from work
14. Favorite restaurant: locally = Red Onion Café. Others include Cheesecake Factory, Joe’s Crab Shack, Hibachi, Olive Garden, Chicken Mary’s, Jim’s, Bricktown, & Café del Rio.
15. Favorite flower: Tiger Lilies
16. Favorite sport to watch: Baseball, Ice Skating, Gymnastics, Olympics, Football (NFL) and Boxing.
17. Favorite drink: Water – I’m lying. It’s Coke, really, but I’m trying to convince myself that it’s water! So far, it’s not working!!
18. Favorite ice cream: Home made ice cream like my mother makes.
19. Disney or Warner Bros: Disney
20. Favorite fast food restaurant: Taco Bell
21. What color is your bedroom carpet? Dove gray
22. How many times did you fail your driver's test? None
23. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Jerry
24. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Famous Barr
25. What you do most often when you are bored? Who has time for that?
26. Bed time: Any time available!
27. Favorite TV shows: countdowns on VH1, MTV, CMT
28. Last person you went out to dinner with: Jerry
29. Ford or Chevy: neither
30. What are you listening to right now? Oldies
31. What is your favorite color? Blues, Purples, and Maroons
32. Lake, ocean or river? Anything with a beach and a place to swim, tan, and explore.
33. How many tattoos do you have? 2
34. Have you ever run out of gas? Not in my car, but I have in someone else’s car.
35. Time you finished this e-mail? 1:20 a.m.