My name is Jamie, a derivative of James, which is a version of Jacob, which means “supplanter.” So, apparently the biblical Jacob was a hustler who cheated his brother Esau out of his birthright. He did end up serving as a slave for 14 years in order to get the girl he wanted, though. Romantic if you don’t count the fact that he gave in and married her sister after 7 years.
What a namesake! I need to have a talk with my Mom. But it’s all good because I am linking myself up with the Jaimes of the world and declaring myself “lovable,” stemming from very loosely-translated French, of course :)
May 31, 2008, 12:13PM PDT | 0 comments
I volunteer at a bunch of places and that gives me the warm fuzzies. But sometimes sheer laziness sets in.
I know this sounds horrific, but even on the suicide hotline one can start coddling the callers and thereby prevent them from finding a way to love life once more. At another place I used to volunteer, I pledged to make sure that a certain program that I developed is carried out to a grant’s specifications and I haven’t been to visit them since January!
Oh boy. I could slap myself around right now. At any rate, this goal now means something and I intend to get right on it before the grantors come calling and the people start jumping :(
Apr 06, 2008, 10:22AM PDT | 0 comments
...I don’t want someone to look at me like I’m trying to kidnap them or get them to join the Church of Scientology or anything like that! I just remember what it was like when I didn’t have a car and would look at all the drivers on the road and shake my head. Their lives seemed so easy!
Now I have been driving around for about 2 years and have yet to help out a single pedestrian. I guess the illegality thing ought to be a legitimate dissuasion, but the real truth of the matter is that my car is just too friggin’ messy for anyone to quickly jump in :(
If a random girl in an old station wagon offered you a ride, would you take it?
Feb 07, 2008, 01:03PM PST | 3 cheers | 1 comment
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