A Wrinkle In Time

Today was the first day of my Spring Break. That means I have more time to do absolutely nothing during the next ten days. I’m not sure why they call it “Spring” break, but I did some “spring” cleaning today and I also went to my Grandma’s to eat cake. It’s not spring yet so why do they call it “Spring” break? Maybe they call it “Spring” break because this is the time when we are supposed to replace the “springs” in our mattresses or maybe this is the time when we are supposed to “spring” into action! In Canada they call this break “Reading Week.” This just proves that Canadians are more intelectual beings then us Americans. They read and we just change mattress springs. When I was at Prov, I spent my Reading Week catching up on homework and now I’m spending my Spring Break wishing I had homework to do to keep me busy. I need a challenge.
Besides cleaning, I also burnt a candle. Ya, I know exciting isnt’ it? My parents don’t really like the idea of me burning candles because one time after burning a candle I poured the melted wax, that was at the time still in it’s liquid state, down the drain and of course while it was in the drain it hardened and plugged up the pipes. So my Dad had to take all of the pipes apart to get the wax out. He wasn’t too happy with me. How was I to know that the wax would become a solid that quickly? The last time I burnt this particular candle, I put a quarter in the liquid wax and when it hardned the quarter disappeared. So I was surprised when I saw a quarter sitting in the candle wax today. I was like how the heck did a quarter get in there and then I remembered that I put it there. I sure know how to surprise myself. It’s like a magic trick the quarter disappears just like that…oh never mind that’s just dumb.
Writing about wax reminds me of another one of my odd experiences with wax. I never realized how many wax stories I’ve lived through until now. Anyways, there was a time in my life when I thought that I was growing a unibrow so I bought a kit to wax my eyebrows. I had to have my Mom help rip the wax off because of my agliophobia. It hurt like heck and I had like no eyebrows left! I will never do it again. Plucking makes me cry and waxing makes me scream! Haha. I betcha now the next time ya see me your going to be looking at my eyebrows.
Happy Leap Year everyobdy! I’m glad I wasn’t born on February 29th! It sure would suck to have a birthday every four years and at the same time it would be nice to be able to say you are younger then what you really are especially when you are in your sixties.

Enjoy your Reading/Spring Breaks! If you get bored do what I do and go tree jumping!

Tip Of The Day:
Don’t be dumb like me.

In and Out, Up and Down, Again and Again
I fought the la…
Life is a battle where winning seems impossible.
It’s full of ups and downs, surrounded by jerks and clowns.
They knock me down, again and again and
Sometimes I wonder why I get back up, just to forgive and do it all over again.
I forgive because if I don’t, waves of anger will drown me in my sea of self pity.
I can’t survive on my own, but with my floaties and my lifeboat, I just might be able to rise above and breathe.
Living forces us to breathe, in and out, over and over, again and again.
There is beauty in the mundane and it knows no bounds..
Day by day the desolate solitare becomes habitual leaving me with only His presence.
The silence it kills, the emptiness it fills.
Where ever I go I am surrounded with the wonder of it all.
Tomorrow is another new day, entering with a fresh new perspective, to fight once again…
…and the la won.

If Hilary Clinton gets elected, I’m packing my bags and moving back to Canada!

My recently new cure for bordem:

Ducttape makes great bags. They are heavy duty and water proof. I’m thinking about trading them for chocolate. Want one? I’ll customize it to fulfill all of your desires that you could ever want in a bag.

I’m a bald bunny,
ain’t got no fur
U’m a bald bunny,
Brrr, Brrr, Brrr.
I’m a bald bunny lookin kinda silly.
I’m a bald bunny feelin really chilly.
Bald, Bald,
Bunny, Bunny
Look over there bunny!
Hair over there bunny!
What fur? That fur!
There’s some fur bald bunny!

Laughing, to me is therapy. I love to laugh, but sometimes I laugh at all of the wrong times and then I laugh some more. Come and laugh with me.

Tip of the Day:
1) Go and find a balloon.
2) Blow it up and get it as big as possible.
3) Then take a sharpie and draw a face onto it (get creative).
4) Set the balloon on top of the heat vent.
5) Wait for the heater to kick in.
6) And watch it dance!!!
Ya, I know I need a life.

[2-12-08] Today is my grandparents 63rd wedding aniversary. I’m amazed! 63 years of marriage is my life-time, times three! Wow, that’s a long time. Not many couples mean it when they say “I do.” Because they don’t! “…till death due us part” doesn’t happen much anymore either. I’m proud of my grandparents. They inspire me to love. They teach me how to love and they reflect Christ’s love.
Today is valentine’s day! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I know that some people call this day “Single’s Awareness Day” and a lot of people don’t enjoy this holiday for that reason, but I’ve been single for every Valentine’s day during my life-time so far and that hasn’t ever really bothered me because even though I don’t have that “significant other” to celebrate this lovely holiday with, I know that I have a “Significant Family” to celebrate with and their love for me is more than enough. Besides that the creator of everything that exsists loves me and that gives me reason to celebrate this special holiday of love. I’ve been thinking about love and wondering, what motivates me to love the people that I love? And why are some people easier to love then others? Sometimes I think my love is self-ish. Because when I think about the people that I love, I realize that I love them for their titles/who they are to ME, for what they do for ME, for how they make ME feel, etc. I know that love shouldn’t be about ME! So if I don’t love others for my self-ish reasons then why do I love them? Well we love because we are made to love people and God calls us to love our neighbors as ourselves. There are days when I wish that we could just take that “neighbors” literally because then I wouldn’t have to love anybody if I didn’t want to, but then I think about what life would be like without love and I change my ways of thinking. God’s love is different then ours. He doesn’t love me because of my title, but for his title. He loves me because of who he is. There’s nothing I’ve done or can do to rightfully deserve his love, and he tells me that nothing can separate me from it.
The love that I have for my family is like diahrea, it never ends. My family is like a favorite pair of shoes. There’s two sides to a family (Hooeys/Durkins), there’s two feet (right foot/left foot), and there’s two shoes (right shoe/left shoe) to wear on those two feet. Haha Anyways, my point is that these shoes of mine are comfortable to wear and they fit good. God created them to fit just right. They were made for me and I was made for them. They walk me through the good times and run me through the bad times and even though we are all imperfect individuals when we come together we make the perfect family.

Live, Laugh, LOVE, and eat Chocolate!

Tip Of The Day:
Expect the unexpected!

I’m really extremely happy, crazy, and hyper tonight and I’m not sure why because it’s been like ten hours since I’ve consumed any chocolate…anyhow. Anyone care for a game of Hooey? Hooey is a card game in which you have to lie and decieve people. All of the cards have portraits of funky cows on them and that offends me. Yes, my last name is the title of a card game. How much Hooey can you take? Hooey is also listed in the dictionary and it means “nonsense.” It kind of fits me. I don’t always make sense and let me tell you when I’m not making cents, I’m making dollars baby!! My first name is just as crazy as my last name. Until this past year, I thought that I was one of the few Calleys out there, but there’s like 5 of them at last resort state college alone and of course they all have different spellings: Calley, Callie, Kallie, Cali, etc. My friend from Prov, Crystal, said that when she first started to get to know me the only reason she remembered my name was because she used to have a horse named Calley. How crazy is that? A horse in the middle of Canada named Calley! We once got a Christmas card with a dog named Cali on it. That kind of bothered me because this family new me before they had the dog. So either they named the dog after me because they liked me or they just thought it was a good name for a dog. So ya my name gives “pet name” a whole new meaning. Jeepers Creepers! My spelling of Calley is also a last name. Too bad it’s not my last name. That would be cool if my name was Calley Calley. That would confuse a lot of people. Going back to the whole Hooey thing, I was purchasing some train tickets on the phone one day and the Amtrak service representative laughed her head off when I told her that I lived on Hooey Ave. She was like your street was named after you? She just went on and on about it. She was like you guys must be something special to have a street named after you. She was like if you lived where I live in L.A. you’d be shot. I’m sure she probably thought that we live in some big city or something. Needless to say, her laughter caused me to laugh. So here I was laughing histarically on the phone with a stranger that sounded like Lafaundah from Napoleon Dynamite. I wish life had more of those funny awkward moments like that. And ya I don’t know if there’s anything interesting to say about my odd middle name. I’m not sure if I should even look that one up. Maybe I’ll save that one for another day.

Just to fill your very curious minds, here’s a very detailed count down till Canada day!
Time until Tuesday, July 1, 2008
142 days
3430 hours
205853 minutes
12351207 seconds

For your amusment:
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Tip Of The Day:
Don’t write your blogs using websites that don’t let you indent your paragraphs because then people will think you don’t know any better.

Well, my last entry that I posted got partially destroyed and out of frustration I just deleted it completely. Oh well maybe it happened for reason. Maybe it was for my eyes only. I think I’m getting restless waiting for what’s next. I’m ready for another adventure. I’m ready for some change. I’m ready to meet some new strangers, new food, new surroundings, new entertainment, new experiences, etc. My options are endless and my ideas are few. I think I should put all of my options into a hat and draw one. Anything is possible and I’m curious to know where he will lead. I’ve been looking for my closed doors that are eventually going to lead to me finding an open one which I will run through leaving all of my fears behind. I graduate in May and I would really like to know what’s on my next plate and at the same time I would like to take things one meal at a time. I just have to find the balance between the two. These are some exciting and apprehensive times and it’s encouraging to know that the best is yet to come.

There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in it.” In our whole life-melody the music is broken off here and there by “rests,” and we foolishly think we have come to the end of the tune. God sends a time of forced leisure, sickness, disappointed plans, frustrated efforts, and makes a sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives; and we lament that our voices must be silent and our part missing in the music which ever goes up to the ear of the Creator. How does the musician read the “rest”? See him beat the time with unvarying count, and catch up the next note true and steady, as if no breaking place had come between.
Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the “rests.” They are not to be slurred over, not to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote. If we look up, God himself will beat the time for us. With the eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and clear. If we sadly say to ourselves, “There is no music in a ‘rest,’” lest us not forget “there is the making of music in it.” The making of music is often a slow and painful process in this life. How patiently God works to teach us! How long He waits for us to learn the lesson! -Ruskin.

Tip Of The Day: Awareness of His presence changes everything and it should!