Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Glenn and I
So Glenn and I had a great time on Sunday. We went to the Pagoda, ate burgers and drank root beer floats, and watched three movies. I love being with him. We need to get some pictures together soon. He really makes me happy.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
A Confession About The Mortuary
The Mortuary is only a slightly fictionalized version of my cousin's death at almost 18. I was 13. It was devastating.
The Mortuary (fiction) part 4
When it was over, she waited her turn to go to the coffin. His face was shellacked with foundation. It didn't cover the jaw bruising. She could see his eyes glued shut and his lips....were they sewed shut? It was worse than any horror movie.
This was her first funeral. She wasn't sure what was normal. Despite the changes in him, her cousin didn't look dead. Sit up, please!
She touched his face and barely held back the scream. He was like ice cold stone covered by a layer of felt. Life had left him, no doubt.
It would never be alright. Her uncle threw his arm around her as they left, his eyes drying. Everyone suffered alone even if they suffered for the same reason.
This was her first funeral. She wasn't sure what was normal. Despite the changes in him, her cousin didn't look dead. Sit up, please!
She touched his face and barely held back the scream. He was like ice cold stone covered by a layer of felt. Life had left him, no doubt.
It would never be alright. Her uncle threw his arm around her as they left, his eyes drying. Everyone suffered alone even if they suffered for the same reason.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Pizza and the Doctor
This past weekend I immersed myself in the exciting world of "Doctor Who." I came to the show at the beginning of the sixth series of the relaunch and never turned back, roughly two years ago for civilians. So I was excited to experiance the series (that's season for my fellow Americans) finale at a pizza party. Nerds gathered from across Southern California into a banquet room at a Round Table to play games (I won a toy in the process), eat up, and soak in the last precious "Who" until the 50th anniversary special in November.
I may have only become a whovian roughly two years ago but I have poured into the world. I have watched the new series and have jumped into the classics, not to mention I've gone to fan improve shows and regularly read the comic book series, and so when I say this know it means a great deal. This was the best episode I have seen thus far. This whole season there have been little nods to the past but this episode opened the floodgates.
We actually saw past Doctors interacting with the current companion. We went back to the Doctor's homeworld and went along as he and Susan stole the T.A.R.D.I.S. It was full fan service and I loved it. I don't know what this ending will mean to both the series and how I number people but I know the episode was a love letter to the fans and for that I am happy and every person at the pizza party was too.
~Ashley Brouillette
youtube.com/biblegirl
I may have only become a whovian roughly two years ago but I have poured into the world. I have watched the new series and have jumped into the classics, not to mention I've gone to fan improve shows and regularly read the comic book series, and so when I say this know it means a great deal. This was the best episode I have seen thus far. This whole season there have been little nods to the past but this episode opened the floodgates.
We actually saw past Doctors interacting with the current companion. We went back to the Doctor's homeworld and went along as he and Susan stole the T.A.R.D.I.S. It was full fan service and I loved it. I don't know what this ending will mean to both the series and how I number people but I know the episode was a love letter to the fans and for that I am happy and every person at the pizza party was too.
~Ashley Brouillette
youtube.com/biblegirl
Saturday, May 18, 2013
The Mortuary (fiction) Part 2
The man across from her was reading a Bible. She knew he was her uncle's grandfather-in-law. She had never met the man, though. Her uncle still had not arrived. Time was dragging. He was late to the funeral of the son he had neglected.
Had it really been only two days? Two days it had been since her world had shattered. Two days of living a waking nightmare. One middle of the day phone call ruined everything.
Everything was death. The world may have well as been a giant cemetery. Why didn't the world just stop and quiet?
Why did life go on like nothing had happened? Why was the stupid sun shining? Why was her grandmother chattering and laughing?
Finally, her uncle walked in. He looked tired. She stood and went to him, hugging him. Was it duty or love? There was no answer.
Had it really been only two days? Two days it had been since her world had shattered. Two days of living a waking nightmare. One middle of the day phone call ruined everything.
Everything was death. The world may have well as been a giant cemetery. Why didn't the world just stop and quiet?
Why did life go on like nothing had happened? Why was the stupid sun shining? Why was her grandmother chattering and laughing?
Finally, her uncle walked in. He looked tired. She stood and went to him, hugging him. Was it duty or love? There was no answer.
Friday, May 17, 2013
The Mortuary (fiction) Part 1
Red and white. Everywhere. The mortuary was decorated like it was Valentine's Day. It was July. She was 13. In August her cousin would have turned 18. That would never happen now.
Her mother had forced makeup on her, She looked like a clown with bright pink cheeks and purple lips. She wanted to tell her mother that it was the 90s and the 70s had long gone.
She hated this elegant building with its elegant wood furniture upholstered in red and white. Was it supposed to represent blood and bone?
Her mother had forced makeup on her, She looked like a clown with bright pink cheeks and purple lips. She wanted to tell her mother that it was the 90s and the 70s had long gone.
She hated this elegant building with its elegant wood furniture upholstered in red and white. Was it supposed to represent blood and bone?
Thursday, May 16, 2013
The Necromancer (fiction)
She wasn't a bad person. She didn't worship the devil. She didn't harm anyone. The dead had been drawn to her since childhood. She had no control over it, but she knew that people would label her a necromancer. It usually had a negative connotation.
She sat in the beautiful old cemetery. For some reason cemeteries were peaceful to her, when the dead didn't want her attention. Cemeteries were comforting. She didn't feel alienated in them.
She was a good Catholic, so why did she have an affinity for the dead? She was afraid of what people at church would say if they knew of her abilities. They would call her evil.
She began to sing one of her favorite hymns. Her soprano voice carried far enough, but she rarely let anyone hear her sing by herself. Her family alone knew her voice well.
She wondered about the meaning of her life. God had given her a gift or allowed an ability. It couldn't be evil then. She had not sought it out. The dead came to her no matter how much the experience scared her in childhood and no matter how deep in denial she was as a young adolescent. It was taboo in Christianity, but what could she do?
She had prayed for God to take it away, but still it remained. Perhaps there were souls in Purgatory who needed her help. She just didn't know.
The moonlight kept the cemetery bright enough for her to see the beautiful statues and the variety of headstones. She sighed and shifted on the cushion she sat on. There was a large blanket under the cushion. She stretched her legs out and pushed her hair out of her face.
She thought about her grandfather. He had been dead for over three years, but she only saw him in dreams. Sometimes she felt his presence, especially in church during Communion. She missed him so much. It was a constant ache in her soul.
She touched her cross necklace. It was shiny and red. It was a sign of faith and a protection against demons. It had been blessed by her favorite priest.
Tears began to slide down her cheeks. She wiped clumsily at her heart shaped face and gripped the large cross tighter. She longed to be with her grandfather, and she often prayed to die.
Her grandfather had been a constant in her life from the day her mother came home from the hospital maternity ward. He held her as a baby and hugged her all through life. She missed his reassurance. She missed everything.
She screamed, knowing only God and those in heaven could hear her on this lonely night. No living human was around. The caretaker lived the equivalent of blocks away. Besides, he was on vacation.
She felt most alive at night. Darkness weighed heavy on her, but it was the darkness of mourning, not of night. Life was bleak right now. It was full of suffering. The pain was too much. Would it always be like this?
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the black sky. For a moment, she heard the angels singing. Then she only heard leaves in the breeze.
She sat in the beautiful old cemetery. For some reason cemeteries were peaceful to her, when the dead didn't want her attention. Cemeteries were comforting. She didn't feel alienated in them.
She was a good Catholic, so why did she have an affinity for the dead? She was afraid of what people at church would say if they knew of her abilities. They would call her evil.
She began to sing one of her favorite hymns. Her soprano voice carried far enough, but she rarely let anyone hear her sing by herself. Her family alone knew her voice well.
She wondered about the meaning of her life. God had given her a gift or allowed an ability. It couldn't be evil then. She had not sought it out. The dead came to her no matter how much the experience scared her in childhood and no matter how deep in denial she was as a young adolescent. It was taboo in Christianity, but what could she do?
She had prayed for God to take it away, but still it remained. Perhaps there were souls in Purgatory who needed her help. She just didn't know.
The moonlight kept the cemetery bright enough for her to see the beautiful statues and the variety of headstones. She sighed and shifted on the cushion she sat on. There was a large blanket under the cushion. She stretched her legs out and pushed her hair out of her face.
She thought about her grandfather. He had been dead for over three years, but she only saw him in dreams. Sometimes she felt his presence, especially in church during Communion. She missed him so much. It was a constant ache in her soul.
She touched her cross necklace. It was shiny and red. It was a sign of faith and a protection against demons. It had been blessed by her favorite priest.
Tears began to slide down her cheeks. She wiped clumsily at her heart shaped face and gripped the large cross tighter. She longed to be with her grandfather, and she often prayed to die.
Her grandfather had been a constant in her life from the day her mother came home from the hospital maternity ward. He held her as a baby and hugged her all through life. She missed his reassurance. She missed everything.
She screamed, knowing only God and those in heaven could hear her on this lonely night. No living human was around. The caretaker lived the equivalent of blocks away. Besides, he was on vacation.
She felt most alive at night. Darkness weighed heavy on her, but it was the darkness of mourning, not of night. Life was bleak right now. It was full of suffering. The pain was too much. Would it always be like this?
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the black sky. For a moment, she heard the angels singing. Then she only heard leaves in the breeze.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Heather and I
Heather and I met years ago on Myspace through a girl named Erica who had an online ministry called Trust God. That was about a decade ago. We have learned alot from each other, in terms of similarities and differences of beliefs between Catholics and Protestants. More than anything, Heather is one of my closest friends, even though we live on opposite coasts. We have alot of things in common. We both value God and our churches. Heather and I were both hurt by men in the past, but she has found her husband, and I am seeing a great man who I dated for ten months in my mid-20s.
My Introduction
Hello, my name is Heather and this is my little introduction.
Me and Lisa have been friends for a very long time but have never really met in person but hopefully one day we will, even though we've never met I consider her a very good friend of mine and I love her. Okay, now onto about myself....
I grew up in Coos Bay, Oregon -- I was raised by my mother and her boyfriend whom she married and he actually passed away on Valentines Day in 2007. I am now currently living in Milwaukie, Oregon with my husband Richard, we were recently married on Dec 15, 2012 in Sheridan, Oregon. It turned out to be a very beautiful wedding even though we didn't have many people show up, we also never had engagement photos done nor a honeymoon afterwards (were still working on the honeymoon part).
When I was 23 I became a Christian, but wasn't very strong in my Faith, I was baptized in water at a Pentecostal church in 2012 before I met my husband. My husband is also a firm believer in Jesus Christ. We both now attend a small Pentecostal church in Boring, Oregon (Yeah, I know the name's funny and honestly it really is boring lol there's hardly nothing there).
I am currently attending college online for both Photography and Medical Administrative Assistant -- my biggest dream is to become a professional Photographer even though my hubby already claims I'm a professional. When we first met I showed him a picture I took and he claimed I didn't take the photo that a professional did haha. My other dream is to work in a Naturapathic Medical Clinic as a Medical Office Assistant. My current work is that I'm a Security Officer at the Hilton in downtown Portland (15-20 minutes from where I live). I hate it. I am looking into switching jobs until I can pursue my career.
Likes...well, I love Christian music of all kinds but preferably rock music, something that can get you up and dance and sing your heart out. I mainly try to listen to strictly Christian based music. I try to read my Bible on a daily basis and live a Christian life. My hubby is pretty much the same way for the most part. He's also going to learn to become an Auto Mechanic and looking into going to Bible school so he can become a pastor of his own church.
Recently, he had thought about joining the Marines or Coast Guard but that's kinda in the distance now because we'd be away from eachother and because his knee has been really hurting lately and he doesn't think he'd do good in boot camp with a bad knee. But who knows what the future holds...if God wants him to join I will encourage him to join and just pray hard that he don't get shot in combat lol.
We are also working on having kids of our own but that hasn't happened yet, I just gotta believe God is saying "Not yet"...it's gotta be on his own timing, right?
Anyways, this is just a basic introduction about myself, my friendship with Lisa, my husband and things I like. I will be posting more stuff later on. Maybe even my Christian testimony who knows.
God Bless,
~Heather
Me and Lisa have been friends for a very long time but have never really met in person but hopefully one day we will, even though we've never met I consider her a very good friend of mine and I love her. Okay, now onto about myself....
I grew up in Coos Bay, Oregon -- I was raised by my mother and her boyfriend whom she married and he actually passed away on Valentines Day in 2007. I am now currently living in Milwaukie, Oregon with my husband Richard, we were recently married on Dec 15, 2012 in Sheridan, Oregon. It turned out to be a very beautiful wedding even though we didn't have many people show up, we also never had engagement photos done nor a honeymoon afterwards (were still working on the honeymoon part).
When I was 23 I became a Christian, but wasn't very strong in my Faith, I was baptized in water at a Pentecostal church in 2012 before I met my husband. My husband is also a firm believer in Jesus Christ. We both now attend a small Pentecostal church in Boring, Oregon (Yeah, I know the name's funny and honestly it really is boring lol there's hardly nothing there).
I am currently attending college online for both Photography and Medical Administrative Assistant -- my biggest dream is to become a professional Photographer even though my hubby already claims I'm a professional. When we first met I showed him a picture I took and he claimed I didn't take the photo that a professional did haha. My other dream is to work in a Naturapathic Medical Clinic as a Medical Office Assistant. My current work is that I'm a Security Officer at the Hilton in downtown Portland (15-20 minutes from where I live). I hate it. I am looking into switching jobs until I can pursue my career.
Likes...well, I love Christian music of all kinds but preferably rock music, something that can get you up and dance and sing your heart out. I mainly try to listen to strictly Christian based music. I try to read my Bible on a daily basis and live a Christian life. My hubby is pretty much the same way for the most part. He's also going to learn to become an Auto Mechanic and looking into going to Bible school so he can become a pastor of his own church.
Recently, he had thought about joining the Marines or Coast Guard but that's kinda in the distance now because we'd be away from eachother and because his knee has been really hurting lately and he doesn't think he'd do good in boot camp with a bad knee. But who knows what the future holds...if God wants him to join I will encourage him to join and just pray hard that he don't get shot in combat lol.
We are also working on having kids of our own but that hasn't happened yet, I just gotta believe God is saying "Not yet"...it's gotta be on his own timing, right?
Anyways, this is just a basic introduction about myself, my friendship with Lisa, my husband and things I like. I will be posting more stuff later on. Maybe even my Christian testimony who knows.
God Bless,
~Heather
A Day In My Life
Wake up. Eat a cheese sandwich and take vitamins and pills for fibromyalgia and Sjogren's. Brush teeth and bathe. Get dressed. Take care of pug. Read some. Write. Paint. Eat dinner. Read more. Sleep.
Lisa
Lisa
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
An Artist And A Writer
I am an artist and a writer. I do all sorts of arts and crafts. My favorite is acrylic painting.
Lisa
Lisa
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