tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61089853212269632712024-03-06T00:03:09.384-06:00for every beauty......there is an eye somewhere to see it. -Ivan Paninrosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-11674327189225780872011-04-01T23:17:00.002-05:002011-04-01T23:19:39.841-05:00Just follow the day....I'm very happy for 2 reasons. 1) there are exactly 9 weeks until I marry the love of my life and 2) the latest Grey's Anatomy is finally up on Hulu.rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-82881223877294360522010-10-28T01:58:00.003-05:002010-10-28T02:22:08.250-05:00blessed.The Christian life is such an interesting one. We are constantly in this half-broken, half-exalted state. God, in His indescribable mercy, lifts us and blesses us and makes such a big deal out of us for everything. Working our lives together, He orchestrates our joys and glories and our trips and falls to bring us to a height that just glimpses His so-much-more-than-beautiful face to us. And as soon as we actually catch the glimpse from our divinely elevated status, we see again by just what mercy we are there. We remember the twisted and faltering feet we walk on, and the busted shoulders from our constant resistance, and the muddied hands we sheepishly raise in a momentary pause from grasping at the dirt we fill our lives with. It's true- we don't deserve the title and place we've been given as God's children. And how much more precious that He, our all-knowing and still proud Father, continues to raise us to new heights by no obligation. He goes to such great lengths to honor us, when He, ever more clearly, deserves so much more honor than we could begin to offer. <br /><br />"How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!" -1 John 3:1.<br /><br />I am indeed humbled by such a Love.rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-56785091829340305752010-03-30T15:18:00.002-05:002010-03-30T16:33:58.658-05:00outside my window.The brokenness and hurt in this world tears my heart to pieces. We live in a place with such incredible beauty, and yet such devastating pain--it's hard to reconcile the two coexisting. i tend to stay enamored with the hopeful scenes, and continue to be caught in awe of the wonder that makes up this place, but there are (often too unexpected) moments that shatter my colorful window of the world. It's those moments that break me for what i couldn't possibly begin to comprehend. Too many children lose their innocence here. Too many fragile hearts are bottled or crushed or stolen. Or given up on. And it's part of this place. It is a devastation that is engrained in the only home we know. The dark and dank corners have displaced the life that should be cared about and cherished and healed. It's broken.<br /><br />i have often been told that i live a blessed life. i agree wholeheartedly. It is clear to me that my life is different than almost anybody else i meet. My life has always been a gift, filled with sunshine and rainbows and a spirit of truth always coming through to meet me. i have experienced difficult and painful things, but have always been carried through. It is becoming more and more clear to me just how many damaging situations i have been protected from. i can't help but think, or maybe just hope, that there is a reason for that somewhere. Because the normalcy of pain and fear and abuse and addictions and deception is far too great. And it breaks me to the core of who i am that this place our God designed expressly for his treasured children with such care and attention to extraordinary detail is so often the scene of commonplace detachment and stolen hope. We were created for so much more than that. Every single one of us.<br /><br />i want to be a part of the healing. The rebuilding. The duct taping. Whatever it takes to remove the shards that keep cutting and scrub the layers of dirt off the windows. Life is for everyone. i don't think i'm the only one who was supposed to get the joy and wonder.<br /><br /><br />"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."<br />- Jesus (John 10:10)rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-28002072514396468902010-01-21T23:02:00.002-06:002010-01-21T23:55:27.269-06:00the crazy.i don't mind being crazy. i used to mind...but i've finally gotten to a place, if only for a moment, where i don't mind. i am a silly, up-and-down, beautiful girl. Even on days that drain my entire being for <i>no other reason</i> than the clouds are dimmer than they should be, or i didn't smile as brightly as i could have to the stranger who looked sad, or my jeans are tighter than i remember them being...i like me. There's alot more to love than the seemingly unstable girl who exists on those days. But that girl is a part of the sweet ball of sunshine who dances around on the other days. The days she takes the most pride in. The sincerity of the sweet ball of sunshine comes from experiencing the full gamut of gray days. i want to be the kind of person who sees the beauty in the mud. Even when it hurts, i can be thankful that i am capable of intense emotion. When the frustrations of life are suffocating, i can be thankful that i know what it is to breathe. My life, in full color, is <b>stunning</b>. My God gave me a gift...a gift i so easily curse. i get to experience life in its entirety. And when i'm a hundred years old, i will have <b>lived</b>. With all the laughing and crying and loving and breaking and experiencing it comes with. <div><br /></div><div>Thank You, Jesus, for the crazy. </div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-16058043750865965242010-01-16T23:30:00.002-06:002010-01-16T23:47:25.001-06:00afterwhile.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uav1PthkTg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uav1PthkTg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b><br /></b></span></i></span></div></b>"Stuck between if and when...You pray and tried, but still no end. God’s purpose soon you’ll understand-It won’t hurt you after a while...it won’t hurt you after a while"</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">-Afterwhile, Yolanda Adams</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">i'm really intrigued to see what these next few years hold for me. the current challenge is to take it as it comes. any ideas?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></span></div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-2321303131132442272009-12-06T04:21:00.003-06:002009-12-06T04:24:55.517-06:00Pre New Year's.maybe i'll make a New Year's resolution to write here everyday. <div><br /></div><div>maybe i shouldn't wait a month before doing something i want to do...</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe i should just do it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>deal.</div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-11602834244063265942009-11-19T02:38:00.003-06:002009-12-06T04:25:24.552-06:00in love.<div>Got some killer shoes. Kinda stoked.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFf5rTcWL_OQ-0XM6laSVIXUrXjq0vWkVDf2C8jJo5C9JKp9lresF8GO-n-kt4N5dzUUclJPgGJ0zFSsLmYJ93gQ1VoHLgKj0WtUNjAA3LIzZYYMUyHo7KrXynBp2ZvzGF20QzN8xm78E-/s1600/1110091410a_0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFf5rTcWL_OQ-0XM6laSVIXUrXjq0vWkVDf2C8jJo5C9JKp9lresF8GO-n-kt4N5dzUUclJPgGJ0zFSsLmYJ93gQ1VoHLgKj0WtUNjAA3LIzZYYMUyHo7KrXynBp2ZvzGF20QzN8xm78E-/s320/1110091410a_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405731911743923058" /></a><br />it might be love.<div><br /></div><div>oh, and speaking of love, since the last time i posted anything on here, i fell in it. Love, i mean. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>again...pretty stoked.<div><div><br /></div></div></div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-48650657337552024372009-04-22T23:00:00.002-05:002009-04-22T23:28:14.621-05:00Drivin' Me WildThere's this song they've started playing at my work. i just noticed it a couple days ago. Now, the songs we get on our Play Network from corporate run the gamut from ultra bubblegum pop royalty to completely unknown artists singing in foreign languages. So i'm not usually surprised by the things i hear in my day to day retail soundtrack. But this particular song took me off guard. i'm not really sure why, because neither Common nor Lily Allen are what i would consider to be groundbreaking sociologists, and it's not like they are singing about something nobody has ever touched on before. It's not even a new song! But nevertheless, it struck a chord in me, for whatever reason, and it's now one of my new favorite songs.<div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHS-ShDmai4</span></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">"Drivin' Me Wild"</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><b>(Common feat. Lily Allen)</b></span><br /><br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />No it's not a mystery, it's everything<br /><br />She was the type to watch Oprah and the Today Show<br />Be on the treadmill, uh, like "Okay, go"<br />Had a body, A body that you can't pay fo'<br />That mean she had some Ds on her but they wasn't fake though<br />Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo<br />She spent pesos on those Lebeaus<br />Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole<br />She was so obsessed with her body and clothes<br />To every party she goes, tryin hard to be chose<br />They say it's hard for a pimp but extra hard for these (hoes)<br />Readin Us and People Mag, tryna get the scoop<br />Chasin a actor for a Bentley Coupe<br />She been through the ball player from the Clippers, then came the pumps<br />All thinkin she number one where she was just a jumpoff<br />Doin all she can for a man and a baby<br />Drivin herself crazy like the astronaut lady<br /><br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />No it's not a mystery, it's everything<br /><br />He had paper since we was in we was in high school<br />Pop was a doc, mom taught at my school<br />Lock with the rocks, in his ears he kept jewels<br />One of the Diddy types, da D-D-Dame Dash dudes<br />Pushed a Maserati Sport, readin the Robb Report<br />Wanted to be Mike but he was never live at sports<br />Since golf is in he was on the drivin course<br />To live the rap life is what he was strivin for<br />Spendin cash at the bar to get credit<br />Drinkin Chaundon just because Big said it<br />They say Ye is but dude was big headed<br />Rocked the fur in the summer so somebody'd pet it<br />He had a fetish for shoes that's athletic<br />Pathetic on his MySpace page half nekkid<br />It's a shame what they do for fame and to be respected<br />Joe, you coulda got it if you never woulda stressed it<br /><br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />No it's not a mystery, it's everything<br /><br />They was one of them couples, people said they were the it<br />Unbreakable, like Bobby and Whit<br />Or Ryan and Reese, or Kimora and Russ<br />Relationships can be dead but look live to us<br />I guess we all been through it where we try too much<br />Losin yourself and you're lyin and stuff<br />Wishin for the diamond cuffs, in search of a ring<br />Where love is not a mystery it's everything<br /><br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild<br />I gotta see what's up before it gets me down<br />No it's not a mystery, it's everything<br /><br />Gets me down<br />Gets me down <br />Gets me down<br />Gets me down<br />Gets me down<br />Gets me<br />No it's not a mystery, it's everything</span><br /></div></div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-66381543071647470682009-03-26T04:01:00.000-05:002009-03-26T04:02:30.418-05:00sweet.God is just so surprising. i love it.rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-61672711919349278272009-03-24T23:58:00.003-05:002009-03-25T01:17:36.457-05:00life lesson #4,367...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">7 So Jesus again said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. 8 All who came before me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9 I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture. 10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. ----John 10:7-10</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></div><div>Life is all about choices. We have to choose how we react to situations, and experiences, and emotions. i have always been surrounded by people who choose to live their lives. i mean, really LIVE them. To focus on what is true, and what is good, and what is right, instead of becoming entangled in all the negative in the world. i believe with all my heart that that is God's intention for us. He knows there is evil in the world, and He allows it to be there, and i think all the crap is necessary for us to grow and to be humbled and so many other important things. But to dwell on it is not right. and it does no good for anyone. i need to choose to live. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Choose to live.</div><div><br /></div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-28635766575694481592009-03-23T01:35:00.003-05:002009-03-23T02:17:00.220-05:00Artistry at it's best.<img class="display" src="http://i.pbase.com/g6/79/739679/2/74389681.2pGtGae0.jpg" border="0" height="800" width="600" alt="Upside Down Flowers" /><div><br /></div><div>this is an upside down flower i saw the other day. seriously, God? such ridiculous creativity...well done.</div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-52418394282755983132009-03-12T10:45:00.002-05:002009-03-12T10:59:12.080-05:00California dream.So i'm in my beautiful California. i know it's only been 2 days, but seriously, BEST vacation of my life thus far. Depth of conversation, real experiences, reunions that wake up my soul a little bit...i don't know how much better this week can get.rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-40296096758960901042009-02-11T22:16:00.003-06:002009-02-11T23:44:52.378-06:00Viva Sicilia!<img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://blogs.msg.com/events/media/events/blog-assets/howtoroll/italian_food.jpg" /><div><br /></div><div>i am Sicilian and i love my culture. i think it is full of life and color and taste and joy, and i never want to lose that. thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>ti volgio bene cu tuttu cuore...grazie!</div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-65493550041523775292008-10-24T16:23:00.002-05:002008-10-24T16:33:50.968-05:00Just a moment.So, i'm sitting here on my couch. i'm wearing my new pajama pants--the first flannel of the season. i'm holding a mug of cold milk--for dipping the ginger snaps into. And my cat, William, is sleeping on my feet. As i sit here on my couch, i'm so thankful for the rain outside, and this beautiful season, and the fact that God cares to give us life to enjoy--sometimes loudly, sometimes quietly, and sometimes with a kitty sleeping on your feet. :-)rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108985321226963271.post-46406855472904305822008-08-25T19:58:00.001-05:002008-08-25T23:34:13.507-05:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ok...since i'm new at this blog thing, i'm gonna start out easy. Today was something of a challenging day, and i need a pick me up, so here are some of my favorite things...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*The color green.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Carbs in any form.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*The beach...particularly on a partially cloudy San Diego day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Impromptu jam sessions between passionate musicians.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Jesus.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*The color pink.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*My trouble maker cat, William.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*That split second that you steal eye contact with a cute stranger.</span></div><div>*Hand-written letters.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Skanky songs i can do some serious working out to.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*My brother.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Beautiful tattoos with beautiful stories.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Billy Joel.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Silly voicemails from far away friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*The notion that tomorrow can be a beautiful day.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v38/zonniebug/Family/?action=view&current=DSCF2853.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/zonniebug/Family/DSCF2853.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>-ro.</div>rosy.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332506073221141078noreply@blogger.com0