Po ten tial puh-ten-shuhl, adjective, (1) possible, as opposed to actual. (2) capable of being or becoming.

I can't imagine any human being out there in this wide world that hasn't thought about what their ultimate talent might be-- what they're capable of-- their potential.  I've thought about it quite a bit lately.  What are my God-given gifts?  What was I put on this earth to do?  What is my potential?

I'm picturing a three year old boy wearing a superhero's cape & running around the house.  This little boy thinks he can fly...that he can save the world...and that he can capture the bad guys because he has super-strength!  Nothing can stop him because he is...SuperKid!  Then he hears his mother call from the kitchen, "Stop running around the house!  Take that cape off & go wash up for supper!".  "Aw, Mom!"  His shoulders droop & he stomps up to his room to carefully hang up his cape.  SuperKid is brought back down to earth...but he still believes he can fly.

Do we all still have our capes hanging in our room?  Do we all have a voice in our head telling us to bring it back down to earth?  It's time to clean up for supper?

Well, I've washed my hands.  And I've eaten my supper.  And I've taken my plate to the sink-- washed it, put it away.  I've done this for years & years-- and my cape has been hanging in my room, collecting dust my whole life.  Until now...

I've lived the life that has been expected of me-- I'm happily married with two beautiful daughters.  We have a nice, cozy home & we have steady jobs.  Sounds great, right?  It does sound great, actually...and it IS great.  But I've always known that I had the potential (there's that word again...) to be so much more.  I have so much more to give than just the everyday, mundane tasks that I perform on a daily basis.  I need to stick my neck out & take some risks.  I need to find my potential...

I plan on continuing this life.  I'll love my family, take care of my daughters & laugh with my friends.  I'm still going to thank God everyday for what I have.  But I'm also going to ask Him for the strength & courage to take the risks needed to reach the potential that He sees in me-- that He knows I'm capable of becoming.

What's my potential?  I'm not sure... but I'm willing to take some chances-- some good, healthy risks to find out.  It'll take some heavy-duty praying, and I'll probably fail a couple of times.  But I'm willing to try... and I'm ready to fly!

Now, if you'll excuse me-- I have a cape I need to dust off.  ;) 

Star Trek vs. Star Wars

Upon hearing the news that Star Trek II will begin pre-production soon, I read about five blog entries to get myself up to date on the progress.  I had to make sure the original cast was returning-- I had to find out who the possibilities were for the villain.  I just had to...

In the last few weeks, I've also been reading about the Star Wars series blu-ray release (with the ridiculous dialog additions...).  Since we don't have a blu-ray (yet!), we'll have to wait for the DVD release of the set.  Oh well, I'm a fairly patient person.  Sigh...

So, these co-ordinated releases of information (because one series cannot be out-done by the other) begs the ancient question:  Which is better?  Star Trek or Star Wars?

Hello, my name is Diana, and I am a sci-fi junkie.  Hello, Diana!

If you want to answer an important question, look to your past.  I have two specific memories that are very clear from my childhood about watching the original Star Trek series & watching Star Wars IV, V & VI...specifically Return of the Jedi.

I would visit with my Dad on weekends & we would do all sorts of things together-- fishing, playing catch.  I even made my very own chair out of the wood scraps from a beautiful Adirondack chair that he constructed.  My chair barely held my body weight...and I think I was about 8 or 9 at the time! 

But when all of that stuff was done, and we just wanted to hang out in the front room & watch T.V., we had our favorites.  Dukes of Hazard, a couple of cool cartoons on Saturday mornings (Scooby Doo & Captain Caveman), and...wait for it...Star Trek!  Dad always said he thought the way that William Shatner played Captain Kirk was hilarious-- and he loved Spock, of course!  But I think he really loved the way Dr. McCoy (Bones to the rest of us) busted Spock's balls all the time.  He was so curmudgeon-y...always in a bad mood.  I'm pretty sure that's when my love of Star Trek started.

My love of Star Trek was reignited when Next Generation began.  I literally fell in love with that show...just ask my husband!  We had a framed poster of all the characters from the show hanging in our first apartment!  There was something about the chemistry of the cast-- Captain Picard, Riker, Data <3.  Out of all the Star Trek series that followed, Next Generation is still my favorite & holds a special place in my heart.  Love it!

As for Star Wars, well... I don't know or remember if we ever went to see Star Wars or Empire Strikes Back at the theaters.  But I remember vividly going with my family to see Return of the Jedi.  It's probably why it's my favorite episode (well... it might be a very close second to Revenge of the Sith). 

Star Wars has the classic Good vs. Evil scenario.  Jedi are good, Sith are evil.  Everyone has their favorite characters, right?  Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Chewbacca, Yoda...the list goes on and on.  My personal favorite is Darth Vader (and for fellow sci-fi nerds, that may explain why my favorite episodes are III & VI). 

Episode III (Revenge of the Sith) shows how/why Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader-- and being the mushy slub of a romantic that I am, I can see why.  He was willing to do anything to save his wife & child(ren).  Unfortunately, he had too much anger inside his soul...and he let his anger consume everything...including his identity.

But, as we all know (I hope), Anakin Skywalker was "the chosen one".  He was predicted to be the one to bring peace & alliance.  While he did take a huge u-turn in Revenge of the Sith, he was ultimately the one to destroy the Emperor & bring peace to the galaxy.  And so, he fulfilled his destiny.  Good stuff...

So, what's the answer?  Who will prevail in the age-old battle between the two most beloved & character-driven sci-fi stories in history?

Here's my answer...

They both kick ass!! ;)



What were you doing on 9/11/2001?

I was running out of the door towards my car thinking, "Oh crap...if I'm late for work again, I'm definitely going to get the "talking to".  What made it a little better is that we lived in Perrysburg at the time-- and only 10 minutes away from my office.  Just get to my car & hit the gas!

I turned on the radio-- expecting to hear some music & light-hearted banter to go with my anxiety of being late...again!  Instead I heard about a plane colliding with one of the World Trade Center buildings in New York.  "Holy cow!"  I thought, "That pilot must have been completely drunk & out of it to hit a huge building like that!  What a fool...that idiot just caused hundreds of lives to be lost."  And that was the end of it-- of course, until I got to work.

I was just a few minutes late (not too shabby...) getting to work.  As I was walking up to the front door, I noticed my co-workers huddled by the radio, listening very intently.  "Oh great,"  I thought, "I'm gonna get nailed for being late.  What a crap-tastic day this is beginning to be...".  I walked in & went straight to my desk not saying a word.  My co-worker asked me if I had heard what happened in New York.  I told her that I'd heard a plane crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers-- probably a drunk pilot.  She then stated that there was another plane... it crashed into the other tower a few moments ago, just before you walked in.  Everyone is saying that it's a terrorist attack.

What?!?  That's impossible.  Who would be stupid enough to attach America?  I mentally dismissed the idea of terrorism right away.  That made no sense whatsoever.  It wasn't until I heard about a 3rd plane crashing into the Pentagon that I began to realize that I was wrong...terribly wrong. 

Discussions started at work as to why all of this was happening, and we all started calling our family & friends.  We were hearing heart-breaking reports of people not being able to get in contact with loved ones that worked at the Twin Towers.  And of people succumbing to the smoke & heat in the buildings.  Imagine having only two options for escape-- to turn & run into a wall of intense flames & try to make a run for it, or get to an open window only to remember that you are hundreds of feet in the air & if you jumped, the fall would kill you.  I remember later watching video of the towers burning & noticing "debris" falling from the plane entry points.  The realization that it wasn't "debris" that was falling sucked the life breath right out of me.  It hurts my heart & haunts me to this day.

In the meantime, another plane had reportedly crashed in Pennsylvania in an open field.  The story of Flight 93 is a story of bravery & sacrifice that is beyond any re-telling that I might attempt.  All it took was just a moment of courage and strength (straight from God Himself) and those brave souls saved countless innocent people.  It's an amazing example of how God works through the human spirit.

I had a different kind of anxiety while I drove back home.  I drove a little slower, and made sure that I arrived home safely.  I walked into my house & found my husband glued to the T.V. getting all of the updates on the attacks.  As soon as I saw his face, it was then that I finally broke down & cried & cried & cried.  I hugged him as long & as hard as I could.  I hugged him for all of the wives that couldn't hug their husbands anymore, and I hugged him for all of the brave first responders that may have responded for the last time, and I hugged him for all of the children that would never know their parent due to an evil, senseless act of brutality.

Today is definitely a day of memorial.  A humbling reminder that thousands of innocent citizens were killed in an outrageous act of war.

The way that I have chosen to fight this war is to live my life to the fullest.  The single reason for a "terrorist attack" is to cause terror.   Don't be afraid--live boldly!  Thank you Lord for allowing us to be free!!  Don't forget to hug your family & wave your flag!  Honor your country & the fallen by living with purpose!  God Bless America!!! 

 

     

Do you ever have the feeling that you have a fantastic idea?  Really great...I mean mind-blowingly exciting!  I'm at that point right now.  I've set up my blog site and I've starting typing my very first post.  Hehehe!!!  I'm actually doing this!

And then it hits me (as it usually does for me eventually)... What if nobody wants to hear what I have to say?  What if I have nothing to say in the first place?  What if I say something really stupid & I tick somebody off?  What if...

Well, what if tons of people want to hear what I have to say because they just need someone with whom to relate?  What if my mental ramblings end up meaning something to just the right person?  What if I say the right thing...at the right moment...and make someones day a little brighter?  WHAT IF!!!

Having said all of that, let me just say that I'm not a world scholar or traveler.  My opinions are based on my personal experiences & how I've decided to apply the lessons learned to my life.  Sometimes they're easy lessons...sometimes they're hard lessons...and some lessons I have yet to learn!

I'm looking forward to sharing my thoughts, ideas & opinions on all sorts of things.  Everything from opinions on movies, books & TV shows (pop culture is a huge hobby of mine) to family, religion & politics.  My goal is to keep things as light as possible, but I know with some of these topics it may get a little heated & heavy.  But that's how I roll...I'll keep you on your toes!

So...what if I can make a difference?  What if my little blog can inspire just one person?  What if I can entertain just a few people for just a few moments?

We'll just have to wait & see... ;)