Showing posts with label anissa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anissa. Show all posts
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Randomossity at its finest
Fasten your seat belts, this might get bouncy. *g*
My thoughts are all over the place today. Still remembering the dream I had last night. It was a mix-tape of my current life as an interim choir director, and my high school life of many (many!) years ago. I was rehearsing the choir for the piece they are doing next Sunday, and all of a sudden I felt the need to show my h.s. chorus teacher what I was doing now. So my entire choir trooped over to the h.s. and proceeded to sing for him while I made sure he saw me conducting. "See? Look what I learned from you!" it seemed to say. It was a lovely reunion, especially when some folks from my old church showed up. I can't recall who was in my choir, but it wasn't the regular members. And I couldn't remember the words or the tune to my h.s. Alma Mater. Now that part is a nightmare. They teased me unmercifully, too.
So. odd.
This past Sunday was so neat! Our women's organization ran both services, from the hymns all the way down to the sermon. Imagine my surprise when I was one of three that was presented with a service recognition pin! Among the accomplishments named was the fact that I'm a "computer whiz".
And then yesterday? Yesterday, I was attempting to copy a database from one site to another, and ended up overwriting the one site with code from the other site. The entire. site.
Computer whiz, that's me. Keep moving folks. Nothing to see here. Literally.
It's all restored now, but I had to do a ton of tweaking. There was no backup. *blush*
Boy howdy, that was special.
But the best news of today was the video clip that Anissa posted. Go look! That woman is kicking butt and taking names.
My thoughts are all over the place today. Still remembering the dream I had last night. It was a mix-tape of my current life as an interim choir director, and my high school life of many (many!) years ago. I was rehearsing the choir for the piece they are doing next Sunday, and all of a sudden I felt the need to show my h.s. chorus teacher what I was doing now. So my entire choir trooped over to the h.s. and proceeded to sing for him while I made sure he saw me conducting. "See? Look what I learned from you!" it seemed to say. It was a lovely reunion, especially when some folks from my old church showed up. I can't recall who was in my choir, but it wasn't the regular members. And I couldn't remember the words or the tune to my h.s. Alma Mater. Now that part is a nightmare. They teased me unmercifully, too.
So. odd.
This past Sunday was so neat! Our women's organization ran both services, from the hymns all the way down to the sermon. Imagine my surprise when I was one of three that was presented with a service recognition pin! Among the accomplishments named was the fact that I'm a "computer whiz".
And then yesterday? Yesterday, I was attempting to copy a database from one site to another, and ended up overwriting the one site with code from the other site. The entire. site.
Computer whiz, that's me. Keep moving folks. Nothing to see here. Literally.
It's all restored now, but I had to do a ton of tweaking. There was no backup. *blush*
Boy howdy, that was special.
But the best news of today was the video clip that Anissa posted. Go look! That woman is kicking butt and taking names.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Day 49
She's doing it, people. Anissa is coming back!
What can you do? You can pray. If you don't believe in that, then think happy thoughts. Point them toward Atlanta and say her name, they'll find her. Because, really?
There's only one Anissa.
Anissa, Day 49.
What can you do? You can pray. If you don't believe in that, then think happy thoughts. Point them toward Atlanta and say her name, they'll find her. Because, really?
There's only one Anissa.
Anissa, Day 49.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Healing for Anissa
Please read this and participate if you can. Please spread the word, too.
Healing for Anissa
This is so, so very important.
Healing for Anissa
This is so, so very important.
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