I chase mouse tails and bugs, sometimes I push dust around a silvery pad but mostly I chase mouse tails and bugs. I make bugs, some people might say, hmmm. I want to stare into glass, that’s my passion, stare into glass with a view finder and tell people to do and say stuff. I know that I’ll get home and push more mouse tails, but at least I will be doing it to make other people smile.
I hunt. While mostly enjoyable, it has so far yielded unsatisfactory results, and while merely a temporary means to an alternative method of “doing”, I am learning I have less patience than I once thought.
Here’s my current bio, with as much color as I could muster:
She’s just a girl with a guitar. And, in a perfect world, Mandy would spend her days writing songs and soaking up the sun. But, life is life. And, while not perfect, her life is good.
She serves as Director of Congregational Services at The Chapel, in Brunswick GA. If you asked her about her position, she’d say her main course involves developing worship experiences, with a side of creative design and social media for dessert. Tasty!
In her off time, she sits with guitar in hand, crafting songs for no one and everyone. And when the creative juices stop flowing, she’s probably sitting on the beach with an obscure memoir in hand, or crying over the conclusion of Lost. There’s also laundry to be done. And a husband to be adored. And, yes, she adores him.
I ease people’s fears and provide a relaxing environment. I help people remember things they might have forgotten otherwise. I make sure that people aren’t paying more than they owe. I’m a problem solver, and often I’m a detective. And that’s all just while I’m being a dental office receptionist!
1. I’m a financial manager, housekeeper, cabbie, referee, homework assistant, comforter, list maker, rule enforcer, culinary artist and helpmate to my spouse and our two progeny.
2. I’m Commander In Chief of an organization comprised of procreators of offspring and the academic instructors of those offspring at Buford Academy.
3. My third major role involves altruistic and philanthropic work in the areas of family ministry and women’s ministry at Hamilton Mill UMC.
all of that and no paycheck!!
When I’m not performing duties for the above three (and sometimes as part of the above) I’m behind a lens of a Nikon D90, capturing moments and making memories.
I am a cubicle inmate in charge of maintaining the level of accuracy of information about computer related assets in a government center of data. I record various data pertaining to the assets and provide logistical planning for said equipment.
I digitally connect people and share information with them that can help improve their lifestyles and live healthy while they serve our country.
In my “free” time
I help people with creative lives and entrepreneurial spirits share their talents with the world through writing, speaking and digital tools.
I inspire our future leaders to advance the world of work. I teach young adults to think about their lives in color, in rich detail, in depth. I challenge my students to solve problems before they’re labeled as such.
essentially, i go anywhere in the world to capture one single moment that i can then use to tell the story of the oppressed, marginalized and forgotten people of the world.
my hope is that my photography will give a voice to the unheard and inspire others to serve.
i use photography to help raise awareness, raise support and connect people with non-profit organizations that are changing the world.
I sit in a cubicle doing “kingdom work” 5 days a week, all the while dreaming of a thousand other ways I would rather be serving God. I have a ministry job, but feel further from where I should be than ever. I day-dream about what my ministry COULD be, and agonize over how to get there.
I tote a box full of magical colors, and carry a gun that sprays instead of shooting. I travel on planes, trains, and in cars to make people look better than they already do for money and hardly any tips…. BUT I LOVE IT!
Aspiring photojournalist, HDDSLR filmmaker and storyteller. I’m interested in: people, old books, media, faith, art, and comedy. I’m a mystic. I think the invisible is more real than the visible.
I am dweller of a wooden table with four legs. My mission, which I chose to accept 3 years ago, is to accuratey enter data into programs that produce reports that inform hard working Americans how much government issued currency they will have accumulated in the banking institutions when they decide to end their careers.
I write on the chalkboards of young minds for my main job.
I make dreams come true with icing and sweet confections and bring smiles to sad faces and enhance celebrations with my part time (someday full time dream job)
Who is ever upset that someone brought cake??? That would the ultimiate.
I pull things apart and put them back together in an organized and finished way, sometime wtih complications or problems in the process. This is what i do.
I am a wife and mom to two girls. One is 4 and is medically fragile with multiple special needs. What I “do” is stay home to take care of her. I have been charged with an awesome responsibility by her Maker to care for her the best possible way I can until such time as she has fulfilled His purpose here on earth and is called back to be with Him. That’s what I do.
I get paid to speak on behalf of those who don’t have to speak on their own behalf.
I live to resource those who haven’t learned to speak for themselves of the Unspeakable.
I am one of the legendary Barista’s at Caffeine Heaven aka Starbucks. I provide overpriced coffee and tea beverages for people short of time and energy that need a fix. I am also a student studying to be a gateholder for the King of Kings. I’m right now studying for a test called the LSAT which basically determines the next 4 years. I’m also abnormally handsome and looking fly has become a second occupation.
I usually spend each day making sure people are where they need to be and doing the things they are supposed to be doing.
I keep reports of those that are failing at being where they are supposed to be and having meetings with the people in charge of them at home to rectify this
And then… on days like today I sit down and listen to a 15 year old boy tell me a story of his Christmas break. His wasn’t like yours and mine. He and his friends got shot at with an ak47 and while his two best friends from pre-school were killed, he and his sister fell on the street and played dead while silently praying they would not also end up dead…. I am not a licensed counselor, i’m not even a teacher and I have no experience in this different world I’ve come to know through this job. All I can do is listen and allow this child to talk about something most of us will hopefully never have to experience. I know he is terrified and shooken up but he has no one he trusts to talk to so I just pray that God gives me the right words to say and the wisdom to handle the situation as best as I can. I also pray for the reassurance that God will move in this young man’s life and use this experience to make him a stronger man in the future.
Paid: I wrangle a 9 yr old after school until his mom gets home and make him do his homework.
Unpaid: I sit around and read books and do math problems and physics problems and try to learn as much as I can so I can graduate from high school with good grades.
I try to serve my Creator by using my talents and the things I am passionate about to show others love, so they can ask me why I live with such a hope.
Monday thru Friday from 8am to 5pm: ensure that teammates are coached, motivated, and performing & that collectively we are increasing our balance sheet.
Every other moment I’m either: trying to be the best dad, hoping to make my wife’s life wonderful, sleeping, dreaming about being a drummer in a rock band, watching Thomas the train, hoping one day I’ll be an emcee, and paying THA bills.
i am a double agent – i have allowed teens to believe that i love rap music, love reality tv, love endless text messages at 1 am, and play video games (ok i really do like that) all the while i am pumpling them for information & influencing them for God! then i go home to 3 children who think i am really their servant, but secretly I am training them to be kindgom focused!
I PICK. Better than the show “American Pickers.” I wander around Thrift Stores, Junk Stores, Yard Sales, and Estate Sales all day… Looking up items on my iPhone to see what I can buy and re-sell for a potential profit on eBay.
I get to meet the weirdest, funnest (sp?), most unusual people and have the most amazing conversations.
Then I bring it all home, take pictures, and list it on eBay.
Somehow (threw the Grace of God!) I manage to make a living and support a family of four SOLELY on this alone.
Today for instance, I bought 2 college textbooks for $1.00 each from a junk store. I drove 3 miles down the road to the College bookstore and sold them for $65.00… All within 30 minutes. SWEET!
I can’t find an answer any better than the one my (then) 19 year old son gave when asked this question back in the late 90′s:
“What do I do? I try to become a better person every day!”
I train up children in the way that they should go so that when they are old they will not turn from it. I help teach other trainers how to do this as well. And in the middle of it and all mixed up in that I try to obey what my trainer (Jesus) tells me to do.
while most people get paid back for the headaches they gave their parents growing up when they have kids of their own, i get paid back by other peoples’ kids
I rock. Pure and simple. I rock the cubicle in which I rock computer problems. I rock my wife and kids daily with insane proclamations such as “Get dressed! We’re gonna go muck pigs!” I rock the Wii Fit at 4:30 am and rock the pillow at 10:00 pm. I rock my coworkers with laughter and my boss with pride.
But, most of all, I am learning to rock God’s Word into the hearts and minds of those around me.
I take thousands upon thousands of seeds and slowly turn them over a fire in a horizontal drum. After these seeds begin to sing to me I stir them until cool to the touch. A few days later I will pulverize them and soak them in a hydrogen and oxygen compound. I then sell the it and people consume the compound.
I also write. But not about coffee.
Most days of the week I attempt to practice time management and multi-tasking skills through 1 or more text books and the internet. When I’m not doing that, I’m working on getting what’s in my brain into a reality on the internet and offline as well as find a money source in Kingdom Work until the brain child is fully hatched as it’s own Kingdom Work. (I love grad school and am working on an Idea for a biblical discipleship ministry)
I instruct people how to manipulate paint, pastels, ink, paper and brushes so they can release what is in their mind so they can express their creativity.
During the day, I keep things straight by crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s.
At night, I look at the lives of people that have long ago passed away and follow their paths to the current.
For fun, I capture current people’s lives for others to look at once they have passed away.
I hit the snooze button at least 3 times and then yell at myself to get up. I get the first of 4 cups of coffee down me and try to focus on not putting my makeup in my eye instead of on my eye. I grab my two protein bars and head out the door. I stop by the drive-through for the next cup of coffee. I enter my classroom, turn on the computer and then the heater and go to the mailbox for the myriad of bureaucracy I have to fill out before the day is over. I read through the requests for make-up work (one student is very ill) and another for information on a student being considered for expulsion. I say “good-morning” to other bleary-eyed colleagues as they too were up grading those last set of essays or finals or…whatever. I open my classroom and kids start coming, mainly to get out of the cold. I eavesdrop on conversations and they think I have bat radar but really they just talk louder than they think they do. I pray. The bell rings and I stand at the door and say “good-morning” about 25 times. At least they feel comfortable enough to look me in the eye and smile now. It took a while for some. I begin the rest of the day that will be filled with laughter, frustrated moans (some fake), questions, decisions, bathroom pass negotiations, homework excuses, technology failures and victories, more laughter, sometimes a few tears, lunchtime conversations, more questions, more decisions, boring faculty meetings, tutoring, parent conferences, parent emails, administrators requests, data reports, grading bad essay after bad essay, checking google for plagiarism, reading about a student being hit by a train, more tears, helping a parent search for a kid who is not where she is supposed to be, turning off all the technology, more homework (for me), walking slowly to my car, running all errands, cooking and eating dinner, more grading, facebook escape, and sleeping.
That’s what I do. (Sorry, English teachers tend to be a little verbose.)
On good days, I prepare my children to take on the world. On not so good days, I force myself to take on the world. On all days, I pray I’m not screwing it up.
I work the puzzle backwards, sifting through the details and analyzing each movement, to determine how one of God’s greatest achievements could become confused and cause so much pain and discomfort. I take what I learn from observation and tactile sensation and build a new road map; reestablishing new connections and decreasing inefficiency dynamically. I strengthen and refine new motor patterns that will lead to efficacious beings of grace, power, and symmetry.
I was a self-taught graphic designer with a degree in English Language & Literature who writes direct mail, does email marketing, manages my non-profit Christian organization’s online presence on Facebook and Twitter and is completely reinventing (as well as redesigning) the national website.
On my off time I shoot zombies. Under the alias “KillingTime”.
I make breakfast. I change diapers. I dispense bandaids. I long for naps. I cuddle. I put people in time outs. I make lunch. I do constant laundry. I make dinner. I grocery shop. I listen. I laugh.
I grow people. 3 of them. I am a life surgeon to a 6, 4 and 2 year old.
And I do a bunch of other stuff, but the above takes up most of my “do” time.
Paid: I daily help 8 (or more) elderly (most with alzheimer’s) awake, toilet, wash up/shower/bathe, dress, eat breakfast, toilet, participate in activities, toilet, eat lunch, toilet, participate in activities, toilet, eat dinner, toilet, chill out, toilet, brush teeth, wash up, dress for bed, tuck them in, proclaim a blessing over them and leave them with a smile (and often a kiss, too). All day, God gives me opportunities to share His love and times to talk about Him and make Him known: through touch, His word, prayer, assistance, and occasional worship leading for devotion/chapel services (off-the-clock). In short, I’m an LNA
On my own time: Mother/Mother-In-Law, Daughter, Friend, Worship leader for women’s ministry and women’s prison ministry.
i hear and visualize sound waves internally, processing them categorically and symbolically, all the while organizationally and spationally rationalizing every facet that is actively occurring, and continuing to manifest, in a tangible medium. from this process, more organization and structuring is combined with an internal acoustic environment, where timber and texture are dictated in a practical form born from imagination & inspiration that has resulted from centuries of tireless practice and reformation.
I listen to the language of the land that I live on, and I turn that conversation with trees, stones, brambles, bees, wind, rain, and shadows into stories and pictures.
I make dreams come true, merge reality with fantasy and all the while molding the future of 2 generations.
wedding dress consultant, mother, grandmother, youthworker
I expose others to styles of Christian music that they have sometimes never heard before and sometimes never thought of listening to. I listen and spend time with people that sometimes no one would give a second glance at.
I impart the knowledge of many subjects into the minds of small people with loud voices. I teach them to dream, explore, and becoming the best people they can be, all while trying to combat the negative voices they get at home.
I breathe. I perform bodily functions necessary to maintain life. I blink. I see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. I move my joints, limbs, fingers, and toes. I stand, stretch, sit, lie down. I walk, run, jump.
I live. I eat, drink, speak. I laugh, I cry, I dream, I wish. I think, I feel. I get happy, sad, frustrated. I get depressed. A lot. I worry. A lot. I struggle, I reflect, I move forward.
I go to college. I learn. I work. I make money. Ish. I sing, I play instruments, I make music. I craft, I design, I act, I sew, I cook, I bake. I dabble. A lot. I organize, hold and host events, spread myself out too much. I write, I weave stories, convey ideas. I create.
I meet people. I talk to people, I make friends. I touch, poke, hug. I care. I reach out, I connect. I give. I nurture. I love.
I believe in God. I seek Him, read the Bible, pray. I stand in awe and wonder, I kneel in frustration, I crumble in confusion and sorrow. I turn my life over to Him, I wait on Him. I struggle, I sin, I fail, I fall. I repent. I reflect, I seek again, I remember He loves me. I move forward.
I am strong for those who are not.
I clean those who are not.
I soothe those in pain.
I mediate, I medicate.
I teach those who are confused.
I empower those who are frightened.
I advoate for the weak and disabled.
I intervene for those who barely cling to life.
I am a team player to save lives of those who are so sick and so small.
Sometimes, it is not enough, and I hold them and watch over them until their last breath, their last heartbeat.
For 25 years now, this is my life.
Monday – Friday, I rent out my brain for someone else’s gain. I am a star-shaped peg in a world of square and round holes, and I don’t fit in. I am trying to find or make a star-shaped hole so I can fulfill my purpose on this earth.
I shape snap shots of our lives, the eyes of a third party saved on to a hard drive, compositions of audio created by multiple artist, into a stunning visual to show you what life is like where i am. To draw you in. I am like an artist of a stained glass window in a church. I let my “art” draw them like flies to honey. And when they get in i pray they stay to hear words of hope and love.
I draw people in like fish by presenting a site on the world wide web so many live on. I help keep the line in the water changing lures making them look appealing.
I make sure people can be receptive and hear what they need while sacrificing my heart and time.
I am a stay at home dog mom. I am the wife of a super hero. I am the older sister to countless beautiful high school girls who need someone to tell them that some day they will get what they don’t get right now. I am a crazy person who dreams of dozens of kids, all from different countries, that I get to call mine. I am a vagabond in a foreign land, waiting joyfully for HOME.
Unpaid: I remind a 6-year-old & his 49-year-old father how God sees them.
Paid: I do same (more subtly) for a bunch of executives & wait around for Word documents to open and close.
RAIN IT DOWN
I chase mouse tails and bugs, sometimes I push dust around a silvery pad but mostly I chase mouse tails and bugs. I make bugs, some people might say, hmmm. I want to stare into glass, that’s my passion, stare into glass with a view finder and tell people to do and say stuff. I know that I’ll get home and push more mouse tails, but at least I will be doing it to make other people smile.
I hunt. While mostly enjoyable, it has so far yielded unsatisfactory results, and while merely a temporary means to an alternative method of “doing”, I am learning I have less patience than I once thought.
Here’s my current bio, with as much color as I could muster:
She’s just a girl with a guitar. And, in a perfect world, Mandy would spend her days writing songs and soaking up the sun. But, life is life. And, while not perfect, her life is good.
She serves as Director of Congregational Services at The Chapel, in Brunswick GA. If you asked her about her position, she’d say her main course involves developing worship experiences, with a side of creative design and social media for dessert. Tasty!
In her off time, she sits with guitar in hand, crafting songs for no one and everyone. And when the creative juices stop flowing, she’s probably sitting on the beach with an obscure memoir in hand, or crying over the conclusion of Lost. There’s also laundry to be done. And a husband to be adored. And, yes, she adores him.
I ease people’s fears and provide a relaxing environment. I help people remember things they might have forgotten otherwise. I make sure that people aren’t paying more than they owe. I’m a problem solver, and often I’m a detective. And that’s all just while I’m being a dental office receptionist!
I rock people’s faces off! I make people’s lives better. That’s what I do!
1. I’m a financial manager, housekeeper, cabbie, referee, homework assistant, comforter, list maker, rule enforcer, culinary artist and helpmate to my spouse and our two progeny.
2. I’m Commander In Chief of an organization comprised of procreators of offspring and the academic instructors of those offspring at Buford Academy.
3. My third major role involves altruistic and philanthropic work in the areas of family ministry and women’s ministry at Hamilton Mill UMC.
all of that and no paycheck!!
When I’m not performing duties for the above three (and sometimes as part of the above) I’m behind a lens of a Nikon D90, capturing moments and making memories.
I am a cubicle inmate in charge of maintaining the level of accuracy of information about computer related assets in a government center of data. I record various data pertaining to the assets and provide logistical planning for said equipment.
For my 9-5
I digitally connect people and share information with them that can help improve their lifestyles and live healthy while they serve our country.
In my “free” time
I help people with creative lives and entrepreneurial spirits share their talents with the world through writing, speaking and digital tools.
I put a price on the bones that make up buildings.
I style and coordinate the photography and schedule of people’s weddings while collaborating with incredible photographers nationwide!
I inspire our future leaders to advance the world of work. I teach young adults to think about their lives in color, in rich detail, in depth. I challenge my students to solve problems before they’re labeled as such.
The world needs more teachers like you. Thank you for what you do.
I have a state issued license to sell drugs.
Me, too!!!!!
Finally got TX license transferred to WA as of Dec 17th! What an ordeal!
I tell a bunch of 1′s and 0′s what to do
I ensure that those who need it get it, and those that don’t, won’t. (Unemployment)
In my part-time job, I lie and manipulate to goad folks into purchasing more than they need to line my own pockets. (retail sales)
After reading the 2nd one, I got convicted. Now I have to be honest and godly, even while at work??? C’mon!
essentially, i go anywhere in the world to capture one single moment that i can then use to tell the story of the oppressed, marginalized and forgotten people of the world.
my hope is that my photography will give a voice to the unheard and inspire others to serve.
i use photography to help raise awareness, raise support and connect people with non-profit organizations that are changing the world.
the question you ask
just begs for a story
i can’t speak for all, but
i do what i do for His glory
at least i’d like to say that
but the truth is i stumble
in my quest to be righteous
i often miss out on humble
as paul wrote in his book
was it colossians or romans
i don’t do what i want to do and
end up doing what grieves Him
so it is not what i do, so much
as it’s who i’m becoming
my vocation, my profession
should morph into my calling
for He’s called me to worship
both in word and in deed
to care for His children
and for all those in need
but for me that may be different
that what we may first perceive
for my words and my deeds
are quite uniquely me
now don’t get me wrong
i’m far from complete
i’m no mother teresa
or good ole saint pete
i’m just an ordinary guy
trying to make my life count
with a daily commitment
to drink from God’s fount
to ask Him for guidance
as to what’s the next step
day-by-day surrendering
to do His will instead
so what do i do?
i’m so glad you asked
because your question leaves me praying
“God, what’s today’s task?”
This is inspired writing and uplifting. Continue to lift up the name of our Lord and Saviour!
Thanks man!
I barely hold it all together.
I make church pretty for those who grew up thinking it’s ugly.
I like this one. Makes my heart smile.
I do unmentionable things to strangers for money.
(umm, get your mind out of the gutter, I’m a nurse)
oh, and besides that, I vibrate some wires and muscles to lead others into a state of reverence for the one true Supernatural being
Hey! Me too … on both counts!
haha, Awesome!!!
I sit in a cubicle doing “kingdom work” 5 days a week, all the while dreaming of a thousand other ways I would rather be serving God. I have a ministry job, but feel further from where I should be than ever. I day-dream about what my ministry COULD be, and agonize over how to get there.
i feel the exact same way!
knowing that i am doing “kingdom work” yet feeling as if it is doing absolutely NOTHING for The Kingdom.
Exactly!
I make mud. And get paid to do it.
I tote a box full of magical colors, and carry a gun that sprays instead of shooting. I travel on planes, trains, and in cars to make people look better than they already do for money and hardly any tips…. BUT I LOVE IT!
I mold young minds trying my hardest not to knock young skulls.
love it!
Aspiring photojournalist, HDDSLR filmmaker and storyteller. I’m interested in: people, old books, media, faith, art, and comedy. I’m a mystic. I think the invisible is more real than the visible.
I hope you can check out this contemporary children’s story I wrote, “Every Tweet Reveals a Heap”
http://thegrabble.com/2010/12/17/every-tweet-reveals-a-heap/
I revitalize and sanitize the fibers you walk on.
This one’s my favorite!
I am dweller of a wooden table with four legs. My mission, which I chose to accept 3 years ago, is to accuratey enter data into programs that produce reports that inform hard working Americans how much government issued currency they will have accumulated in the banking institutions when they decide to end their careers.
I write on the chalkboards of young minds for my main job.
I make dreams come true with icing and sweet confections and bring smiles to sad faces and enhance celebrations with my part time (someday full time dream job)
Who is ever upset that someone brought cake??? That would the ultimiate.
I’m a tentblogger.
Right now, I’m a Mustard Seed Development Coordinator when I’m not working my pays-the-bills job in tech support.
worry, stop, smile, pillage. repeat.
I tell people that their babies are ugly for a living (QA Engineer)
I pull things apart and put them back together in an organized and finished way, sometime wtih complications or problems in the process. This is what i do.
I am a super hero.
I am a wife and mom to two girls. One is 4 and is medically fragile with multiple special needs. What I “do” is stay home to take care of her. I have been charged with an awesome responsibility by her Maker to care for her the best possible way I can until such time as she has fulfilled His purpose here on earth and is called back to be with Him. That’s what I do.
I get paid to speak on behalf of those who don’t have to speak on their own behalf.
I live to resource those who haven’t learned to speak for themselves of the Unspeakable.
I am one of the legendary Barista’s at Caffeine Heaven aka Starbucks. I provide overpriced coffee and tea beverages for people short of time and energy that need a fix. I am also a student studying to be a gateholder for the King of Kings. I’m right now studying for a test called the LSAT which basically determines the next 4 years. I’m also abnormally handsome and looking fly has become a second occupation.
haha, this cracks me up.
Disturb and disrupt of course…
To be read in a nasally voice: “Hello, College of Veterinary Medicine. How may I help you?”
At least, that’s my paying gig.
I usually spend each day making sure people are where they need to be and doing the things they are supposed to be doing.
I keep reports of those that are failing at being where they are supposed to be and having meetings with the people in charge of them at home to rectify this
And then… on days like today I sit down and listen to a 15 year old boy tell me a story of his Christmas break. His wasn’t like yours and mine. He and his friends got shot at with an ak47 and while his two best friends from pre-school were killed, he and his sister fell on the street and played dead while silently praying they would not also end up dead…. I am not a licensed counselor, i’m not even a teacher and I have no experience in this different world I’ve come to know through this job. All I can do is listen and allow this child to talk about something most of us will hopefully never have to experience. I know he is terrified and shooken up but he has no one he trusts to talk to so I just pray that God gives me the right words to say and the wisdom to handle the situation as best as I can. I also pray for the reassurance that God will move in this young man’s life and use this experience to make him a stronger man in the future.
I work in an inner city high school.
You love these kids.
I love that.
Paid: I wrangle a 9 yr old after school until his mom gets home and make him do his homework.
Unpaid: I sit around and read books and do math problems and physics problems and try to learn as much as I can so I can graduate from high school with good grades.
I mow on the hairball during the day and obstinately fixate on my hobbies at night.
make stuff good.
Influence the next generation of influencers in our city.
A phone answering expert.
I try to serve my Creator by using my talents and the things I am passionate about to show others love, so they can ask me why I live with such a hope.
shoot the hostage
My mother-in-law just told me that I’m “Determined to Change the Impossible”
try to find ideas to match other peoples ideas, then bring them to life. pretty simple.
Monday thru Friday from 8am to 5pm: ensure that teammates are coached, motivated, and performing & that collectively we are increasing our balance sheet.
Every other moment I’m either: trying to be the best dad, hoping to make my wife’s life wonderful, sleeping, dreaming about being a drummer in a rock band, watching Thomas the train, hoping one day I’ll be an emcee, and paying THA bills.
Everything humanly possible
I make as many people smile as I can with the traits God has blessed me with.
i am a double agent – i have allowed teens to believe that i love rap music, love reality tv, love endless text messages at 1 am, and play video games (ok i really do like that) all the while i am pumpling them for information & influencing them for God! then i go home to 3 children who think i am really their servant, but secretly I am training them to be kindgom focused!
I bomb interview after interview after interview after interview… then I kill it (kill is good in this context)!
I am a chaos specialist.
I PICK. Better than the show “American Pickers.” I wander around Thrift Stores, Junk Stores, Yard Sales, and Estate Sales all day… Looking up items on my iPhone to see what I can buy and re-sell for a potential profit on eBay.
I get to meet the weirdest, funnest (sp?), most unusual people and have the most amazing conversations.
Then I bring it all home, take pictures, and list it on eBay.
Somehow (threw the Grace of God!) I manage to make a living and support a family of four SOLELY on this alone.
Today for instance, I bought 2 college textbooks for $1.00 each from a junk store. I drove 3 miles down the road to the College bookstore and sold them for $65.00… All within 30 minutes. SWEET!
Easily my favorite.
I Run–for the health of it, for the fun of it-when I run my mind is free and I clearly see the things of God !
I can’t find an answer any better than the one my (then) 19 year old son gave when asked this question back in the late 90′s:
“What do I do? I try to become a better person every day!”
I get nervous whenever I hear self-promotion.
fold. fold. fold. push. click. click. type. type. type. bend over. load. stuff. stuff. answer. click. type. search. *gasp*
Pray. listen. pray. speak. listen. pray. speak.
Click. Click. type. type. type. search. find. uplift. encourage. load. click. click. click.
*ring* hello. click. click. click. type. type. stretch.
pour. type. click. laugh.
sort. file. sort. file. sort. click. click. pray.
read. ponder. read. ponder. write. idea. research. plan.
click. click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.click.
type. type. write. print. print. print. print. print. print. print.
it.
I’d like to think I do this:
Creating, Reengineering, Connecting, Resourcing, Equipping
What I really do is this:
Keep mine and other people’s jobs from getting boring
I train up children in the way that they should go so that when they are old they will not turn from it. I help teach other trainers how to do this as well. And in the middle of it and all mixed up in that I try to obey what my trainer (Jesus) tells me to do.
i lead students into a growing relationship with Jesus.
Paid: I convince children that they can fly.
Paid: I simply convince a man that he can.
I destroy fear.
I ignite creativity.
I polish uniqueness.
while most people get paid back for the headaches they gave their parents growing up when they have kids of their own, i get paid back by other peoples’ kids
I hate Windows for a living. (although Windows does provide amazing job security in my field)
I tell people what they need to know – or what I think they need to know.
I make money for other people.
I rock. Pure and simple. I rock the cubicle in which I rock computer problems. I rock my wife and kids daily with insane proclamations such as “Get dressed! We’re gonna go muck pigs!” I rock the Wii Fit at 4:30 am and rock the pillow at 10:00 pm. I rock my coworkers with laughter and my boss with pride.
But, most of all, I am learning to rock God’s Word into the hearts and minds of those around me.
I wrestle the lollipop guild & train the leaders of the church of 2016.
I take thousands upon thousands of seeds and slowly turn them over a fire in a horizontal drum. After these seeds begin to sing to me I stir them until cool to the touch. A few days later I will pulverize them and soak them in a hydrogen and oxygen compound. I then sell the it and people consume the compound.
I also write. But not about coffee.
I help people breathe until they hopefully can on their own and don’t need my help anymore.
I use music as a way of giving hope to those struggling with food and anxiety and I use it to give back to those anxious because they have no food.
I think of ideas and then spend my time convincing others to help me bring them to life.
My passion is to capture light and stories with a box.
My bread and butter arrive thanks to modern calculators.
I attempt to weave words together in a way that makes sense.
Create a “Meeting Place” where belief and unbelief collide in a Perfect Collision. [[Collyde]]
Most days of the week I attempt to practice time management and multi-tasking skills through 1 or more text books and the internet. When I’m not doing that, I’m working on getting what’s in my brain into a reality on the internet and offline as well as find a money source in Kingdom Work until the brain child is fully hatched as it’s own Kingdom Work. (I love grad school and am working on an Idea for a biblical discipleship ministry)
I nurture and water the soil of my children’s hearts so it will stay soft.
I write about motherhood in its raw and uncut state. http://blogs.babycenter.com/mom_stories/hemorrhoids-what-a-pain-in-the/#comments
I instruct people how to manipulate paint, pastels, ink, paper and brushes so they can release what is in their mind so they can express their creativity.
I create subcultures
I tell anybody about the Somebody who can save everybody.
During the day, I keep things straight by crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s.
At night, I look at the lives of people that have long ago passed away and follow their paths to the current.
For fun, I capture current people’s lives for others to look at once they have passed away.
I’m a counselor, advocate, nurse, mentor, confidante, actor, judge and friend.
Also known as a 2nd grade teacher.
I hit the snooze button at least 3 times and then yell at myself to get up. I get the first of 4 cups of coffee down me and try to focus on not putting my makeup in my eye instead of on my eye. I grab my two protein bars and head out the door. I stop by the drive-through for the next cup of coffee. I enter my classroom, turn on the computer and then the heater and go to the mailbox for the myriad of bureaucracy I have to fill out before the day is over. I read through the requests for make-up work (one student is very ill) and another for information on a student being considered for expulsion. I say “good-morning” to other bleary-eyed colleagues as they too were up grading those last set of essays or finals or…whatever. I open my classroom and kids start coming, mainly to get out of the cold. I eavesdrop on conversations and they think I have bat radar but really they just talk louder than they think they do. I pray. The bell rings and I stand at the door and say “good-morning” about 25 times. At least they feel comfortable enough to look me in the eye and smile now. It took a while for some. I begin the rest of the day that will be filled with laughter, frustrated moans (some fake), questions, decisions, bathroom pass negotiations, homework excuses, technology failures and victories, more laughter, sometimes a few tears, lunchtime conversations, more questions, more decisions, boring faculty meetings, tutoring, parent conferences, parent emails, administrators requests, data reports, grading bad essay after bad essay, checking google for plagiarism, reading about a student being hit by a train, more tears, helping a parent search for a kid who is not where she is supposed to be, turning off all the technology, more homework (for me), walking slowly to my car, running all errands, cooking and eating dinner, more grading, facebook escape, and sleeping.
That’s what I do. (Sorry, English teachers tend to be a little verbose.)
When you call 9-1-1, I answer!
yay! I appreciate you!
On good days, I prepare my children to take on the world. On not so good days, I force myself to take on the world. On all days, I pray I’m not screwing it up.
Sounds like you’re doing OK so far
I am a writer, singer, artist, orphan care and anti-slavery advocate and activist.
I work the puzzle backwards, sifting through the details and analyzing each movement, to determine how one of God’s greatest achievements could become confused and cause so much pain and discomfort. I take what I learn from observation and tactile sensation and build a new road map; reestablishing new connections and decreasing inefficiency dynamically. I strengthen and refine new motor patterns that will lead to efficacious beings of grace, power, and symmetry.
I feather our nest.
Once upon a time, bywhichImean presently,
I was a self-taught graphic designer with a degree in English Language & Literature who writes direct mail, does email marketing, manages my non-profit Christian organization’s online presence on Facebook and Twitter and is completely reinventing (as well as redesigning) the national website.
On my off time I shoot zombies. Under the alias “KillingTime”.
The end.
I save lives and make a difference.
I get paid to teach teens about sex… and why they should save it for marriage.
I sculpt metals with hand and power tools, aiming to tame the very air itself, and give man the fleeting illusion that he controls his environment.
Which is a really fun way to view my job as a commercial HVAC installer/sheetmetal mechanic!
I make breakfast. I change diapers. I dispense bandaids. I long for naps. I cuddle. I put people in time outs. I make lunch. I do constant laundry. I make dinner. I grocery shop. I listen. I laugh.
I grow people. 3 of them. I am a life surgeon to a 6, 4 and 2 year old.
And I do a bunch of other stuff, but the above takes up most of my “do” time.
I make ED medication out of unicorn hooves.
Paid: I daily help 8 (or more) elderly (most with alzheimer’s) awake, toilet, wash up/shower/bathe, dress, eat breakfast, toilet, participate in activities, toilet, eat lunch, toilet, participate in activities, toilet, eat dinner, toilet, chill out, toilet, brush teeth, wash up, dress for bed, tuck them in, proclaim a blessing over them and leave them with a smile (and often a kiss, too). All day, God gives me opportunities to share His love and times to talk about Him and make Him known: through touch, His word, prayer, assistance, and occasional worship leading for devotion/chapel services (off-the-clock). In short, I’m an LNA
On my own time: Mother/Mother-In-Law, Daughter, Friend, Worship leader for women’s ministry and women’s prison ministry.
i hear and visualize sound waves internally, processing them categorically and symbolically, all the while organizationally and spationally rationalizing every facet that is actively occurring, and continuing to manifest, in a tangible medium. from this process, more organization and structuring is combined with an internal acoustic environment, where timber and texture are dictated in a practical form born from imagination & inspiration that has resulted from centuries of tireless practice and reformation.
i compose music.
I listen to the language of the land that I live on, and I turn that conversation with trees, stones, brambles, bees, wind, rain, and shadows into stories and pictures.
I make dreams come true, merge reality with fantasy and all the while molding the future of 2 generations.
wedding dress consultant, mother, grandmother, youthworker
I listen, coach, encourage, and advise learners who have the passion and mental ability to achieve, however often do not believe in themselves.
I……
barista.
work at a gift shop.
personal relations @ promiseland metro church
I design.
I photograph.
I blog.
I worship.
I love.
I write.
Ultimately..
I dream of being a wife and a mother. The day will come. I believe it.
This question makes my brain hurt right now! Too tired from what I do to answer…
“Homemaker”
You like to think
I do well as a homemaker
Considering
It’s not what I’m made for.
I am simply not one of the useful ones:
My seams are clumsy.
I have no gift
For creating new meals.
I cannot make tidy.
But
If home is where the heart beats strongest,
Mine is painted with smooth keystrokes.
I am not one of the simply useful ones:
My seams are graceful,
Used to bind words.
I have a gift
For creating new laughter.
I can make tidy expression
Of messy truth.
I do well as a homemaker
Considering
It’s what I’m made for.
I like to think.
I expose others to styles of Christian music that they have sometimes never heard before and sometimes never thought of listening to. I listen and spend time with people that sometimes no one would give a second glance at.
All while searching for place of employment.
I impart the knowledge of many subjects into the minds of small people with loud voices. I teach them to dream, explore, and becoming the best people they can be, all while trying to combat the negative voices they get at home.
I make sure the children in my class know that they are loved, valued, and have worth…even when all the world seemingly tells them otherwise.
I am a teacher.
I get paid to do the Hockey Pokey! (I’m a children’s librarian.)
I breathe. I perform bodily functions necessary to maintain life. I blink. I see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. I move my joints, limbs, fingers, and toes. I stand, stretch, sit, lie down. I walk, run, jump.
I live. I eat, drink, speak. I laugh, I cry, I dream, I wish. I think, I feel. I get happy, sad, frustrated. I get depressed. A lot. I worry. A lot. I struggle, I reflect, I move forward.
I go to college. I learn. I work. I make money. Ish. I sing, I play instruments, I make music. I craft, I design, I act, I sew, I cook, I bake. I dabble. A lot. I organize, hold and host events, spread myself out too much. I write, I weave stories, convey ideas. I create.
I meet people. I talk to people, I make friends. I touch, poke, hug. I care. I reach out, I connect. I give. I nurture. I love.
I believe in God. I seek Him, read the Bible, pray. I stand in awe and wonder, I kneel in frustration, I crumble in confusion and sorrow. I turn my life over to Him, I wait on Him. I struggle, I sin, I fail, I fall. I repent. I reflect, I seek again, I remember He loves me. I move forward.
http://diyvonne.com/2011/01/what-do-you-do/
It’s all your fault I wrote this. thanks.
I pray for direction. What is a 23-year old uneducated former missionary supposed to do with herself these days? Sigh.
I am strong for those who are not.
I clean those who are not.
I soothe those in pain.
I mediate, I medicate.
I teach those who are confused.
I empower those who are frightened.
I advoate for the weak and disabled.
I intervene for those who barely cling to life.
I am a team player to save lives of those who are so sick and so small.
Sometimes, it is not enough, and I hold them and watch over them until their last breath, their last heartbeat.
For 25 years now, this is my life.
I provide.
My job: I solve other people’s problems.
Free time: I try to solve my own problems.
I give homeless women and children a voice!
I struggle everyday with the fact that I don’t love what I do. I do my best and hope to find something I will love to do eventually.
Monday – Friday, I rent out my brain for someone else’s gain. I am a star-shaped peg in a world of square and round holes, and I don’t fit in. I am trying to find or make a star-shaped hole so I can fulfill my purpose on this earth.
I’m a professional memory keeper and light chaser.
I’m a member of the lunchroom mafia. Mess with us and you’ll sleep with the fishsticks.
HAhahaha! That is great!
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anyway, i sing with the saints
I shape snap shots of our lives, the eyes of a third party saved on to a hard drive, compositions of audio created by multiple artist, into a stunning visual to show you what life is like where i am. To draw you in. I am like an artist of a stained glass window in a church. I let my “art” draw them like flies to honey. And when they get in i pray they stay to hear words of hope and love.
I draw people in like fish by presenting a site on the world wide web so many live on. I help keep the line in the water changing lures making them look appealing.
I make sure people can be receptive and hear what they need while sacrificing my heart and time.
Provide people with the opportunity to escape the dullness of everyday life with play.
I’m a recreation programs manager. I oversee girls softball, summer camps, and adult kickball.
I went to college for this.
I am a stay at home dog mom. I am the wife of a super hero. I am the older sister to countless beautiful high school girls who need someone to tell them that some day they will get what they don’t get right now. I am a crazy person who dreams of dozens of kids, all from different countries, that I get to call mine. I am a vagabond in a foreign land, waiting joyfully for HOME.
Unpaid: I remind a 6-year-old & his 49-year-old father how God sees them.
Paid: I do same (more subtly) for a bunch of executives & wait around for Word documents to open and close.