flamingos and puerto ricans

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a simple conversation began about God and how he works. a friend and i began talking about her life and how God already claimed it to be, of course more was said than that. but we began the topic of careers and words began to manifest in my thoughts and i began to write them down on paper. sometimes i have great ideas that i would like to share, and other times i just like to hear myself talk. well, this time, i dont know what it is/was but this is what it came to be...

Friend::..
you always have interesting emails,
and blogs

Me::..
oh, thank you
i want to write a blog today aobut our pizza party at work, but i dont feel like it, lol
i just honestly feel like my purpose in this life was to change minds one person at a time, thus changing the world...
i usually use myself to "minister" to the world because ive been through a lot
there are some things i have never experienced (like a broken heart from an ex-boyfriend)
but the biggest thing people NEED in life, to change, is death; and Lord knows ive experienced that
so i see most things VERY differently than the average joe ... and i just feel like if i say something it will touch someone ...
and just little things like i know EXACTLY what i want to do in life, now, getting there, God only knows... but people have always told me "ur all over the place" no, i have a lot of interests, yes, but i am very focused.
i want to help people.
yes, i could be a doctor, but how many people do you REALLY help
or i could be a simple psychologist, and do therapy
but why cant i be a business woman, a philanthropist, a counselor, a researcher, and an inventor (of sorts)
God created this simply complex individual for some reason, why cant i use all of my thoughts for the greater good and goal of happiness?
((and this is my new blog))
thanks ;-)

Addendum: since I'm here ....
I know my blog is grammatically incorrect; however, I use certain writings for emphasis, thank you for understanding.
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Now, about this pizza party ...
We had a pizza party at work today. We ordered 3 medium pizzas (meat lovers, chicken teriyaki, bacon and mushroom), 1 large lasagna, 5 chicken nuggets with cheese in them, 5 spicy chicken wings, small potato wedges, large potato wedges. Now, with this order we received 1 fork, 3 packs of hot sauce, and the food. Mind you, this was an order for 8 people. The pizzas were the size of a bambino, ok, MAYBE a small pizza from an American Pizza Hut. The lasagna could have easily filled one hungry black man, actually, it wouldve been his appetizer. There were no plates, we used paper. There were no napkins, rarely ever are in Japan, so we used kleenex. There were no utensils so we tore the dividers from the boxes (they were about the size of an insert that goes in a mens dress shirt under the collar) and made spoons.
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It was a very interesting "lunch date." Its always funny because ALL of our conversations are bilingual, usually the JTs (nihon-jin sensei) speak nihongo and then they will speak a bit of english and the FTs (amerika-jin sensei) will usually speak english and then speak a bit of japanese. Anywho, todays discussion was on recycling.
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They are ANAL about recycling. the plastic bottles must be separate from the plastics and you must remove the labels and tops. The burnables (paper, food) are separated. The aluminum is separated. The glass is separated. The biggest problem in all of this is EVERYTHING comes individually packaged so it takes a lot to separate things. And, when people dont know where or how to recycle it they usually just take it to 7/11 and recycle it. The craziest thing about this is the garbage men have to separate the separated trash. So, if you recycle wrong, you are making someones job even worse.

and that, my friends, is my new blog.
ahava...

(now that you have reached the end of the blog

i am sure you have noticed that the blog had NOTHING to do with flamingos

OR Puerto Ricans, but it popped in to my head so i wrote it down, lol, love.)