So proud. So happy. Oh baby!
AIIIIIII- YIIIII-YIIIIIIIIIIII! YEEEEE-HAAAAW!!!
In case you couldn't figuire it out, I'm rather excited. You see, my dear peculiar treasures, I finished school.
And in case you couldn't figuire it out, that's good. No kidding? No Kidding!
And this is how I spent my day of freedom.
1. Got up early. Ugh
2. Saw mom off to visit her sister for the weekend. hehehe, sweet freedom
(Note: my conscience is telling me to go clean the kitchen right now, which reveals, of course, that it needs it)
3. Recieved a little dog to take care of. . .cute, cute, cute cute cute.
4. Spent my day on the computer and the couch.
UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH. All this, of course, was authorized. . .by my mother, naturally.
As I sat down this evening (with full intentions of posting), I had a warm ball of fuzz on my lap, and a pile of big, beautiful strawberries to keep my bowl of sugar company. An hour later, that little mutt has left my lap, my sugar won't stick to my strawberries ('cause it got wet), and my headache is returning. Oh, poor me. The woes of laziness, it's so hard not to have any work at all. Pity me.
Ok, ok, jk. You all know I'm not usually this . . .um, apathetic--cool word, huh?--(I didn't finish my junior year without some recompense for my sufferings), but y'know. . .Oh, saying of the day:
IT AINT EASY BEIN' QUEEN!!!
May 29, 2008
May 27, 2008
GREEN ALIENS!!!
ACK! Invasion! The Alexandrian Forest is being overtaken! Towering, yellow-headed, white-topped martians! Call out the Border Patrol! Major catastrophe!
Y'know, it seems like I just mowed that yard last week! oh, wait, I did. Everything in life seems to go faster than I can.
ugh.
3 wonderful words of the day--I don't care.
I don't care what the neighbors think of our yucky yard,
I don't care, I don't care, and I don't care. When life starts spinning out of control, and there are TOP PRIORITIES that don't include those types of things, those Freedom-giving words allow me to carry on, trudge through the mucky business of a crazy life:
They allow me to hold my head up and say,
"I'm a child of God, others don't understand, BUT He does: I don't have to get my self-confidence from what others think. My identity is in Him."
I'm thankful for the freedom being in love with Jesus allows me to have.
Some of y'all don't know what's going on down here, so I'll let ya know.
Daddy's cancer returned, so he had chemo treatments this last week. So, along with some other tough stuff, that's the latest. OH, I'm almost done school!!! yeah! gtg! love y'all!
Y'know, it seems like I just mowed that yard last week! oh, wait, I did. Everything in life seems to go faster than I can.
ugh.
3 wonderful words of the day--I don't care.
I don't care what the neighbors think of our yucky yard,
I don't care, I don't care, and I don't care. When life starts spinning out of control, and there are TOP PRIORITIES that don't include those types of things, those Freedom-giving words allow me to carry on, trudge through the mucky business of a crazy life:
They allow me to hold my head up and say,
"I'm a child of God, others don't understand, BUT He does: I don't have to get my self-confidence from what others think. My identity is in Him."
I'm thankful for the freedom being in love with Jesus allows me to have.
Some of y'all don't know what's going on down here, so I'll let ya know.
Daddy's cancer returned, so he had chemo treatments this last week. So, along with some other tough stuff, that's the latest. OH, I'm almost done school!!! yeah! gtg! love y'all!
May 6, 2008
BY POPULAR DEMAND . . .a post.
The view from this tower is murky, cloudy, and depressing. The floor I lie on is cold and cruel. The walls are drab, and the future dim. This, you see, is my prison, called-- State of Mind.
The moral of the story? Your view and attitude is a choice. State of mind can be a prison, or an entertainment park.
In other words, I'm having a pitiful, pathetic day. School is a varmint nipping on my heels, and I can't seem to run fast enough to get away.
OH well. Otherwise, my day was great. I'm really enjoying being with sister and her good military-wife-friends. BTW, today is Military Spouse Day--or a day to remember all those with their husbands or wives around the world. I have a well-seasoned chicken dinner inside, and bright hope that someday . . .someday, I will graduate from school . . .
FOREVER.
AMEN.
The moral of the story? Your view and attitude is a choice. State of mind can be a prison, or an entertainment park.
In other words, I'm having a pitiful, pathetic day. School is a varmint nipping on my heels, and I can't seem to run fast enough to get away.
OH well. Otherwise, my day was great. I'm really enjoying being with sister and her good military-wife-friends. BTW, today is Military Spouse Day--or a day to remember all those with their husbands or wives around the world. I have a well-seasoned chicken dinner inside, and bright hope that someday . . .someday, I will graduate from school . . .
FOREVER.
AMEN.
Mar 22, 2008
HOW MANY FEMALES DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHT BULB???
I entered the room and flipped on the switch . . .
I flipped the switch . . .
And flipped the switch . . .
Nothing happened. grrrrrrrr.
Plan B. Extract retarded and extinguished bulb, replace with a more efficient one.
Simple, Right?
NOT. You see, changing the bulb wasn't so difficult, except for the part where you take off that nice little glass shade. After pleading unsuccessfully with the one man in the dorm to come to the rescue of several damsels in distress, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
After trying different random utensils to attempt prying it off, a friend joined me in teetering on the edge of the bunk. Without success we sent a "gopher" to find things like bobby pins, knives, etc. Finally our second gopher kindly brought me a screwdriver.
Count it up. Me, Friend, and 2 gophers--4 so far.
Now the bystanders watched us wrestle the shade off and then 2 helped get a different bulb.
I screwed it in, very aware of my dear pastor's wife/photographer in the room.
Total score__. You tell me! Here are some pictures.
Oh, forgive my appearance, I had just finished whipping an all boys team at a game of basketball with my all girls team--just thought I would mention that!!! Ha ha.
OH yeah!! me and Esther are starting a club. . .
"Keep your pics flipped the wrong direction!"
HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THESE!!!
I flipped the switch . . .
And flipped the switch . . .
Nothing happened. grrrrrrrr.
Plan B. Extract retarded and extinguished bulb, replace with a more efficient one.
Simple, Right?
NOT. You see, changing the bulb wasn't so difficult, except for the part where you take off that nice little glass shade. After pleading unsuccessfully with the one man in the dorm to come to the rescue of several damsels in distress, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
After trying different random utensils to attempt prying it off, a friend joined me in teetering on the edge of the bunk. Without success we sent a "gopher" to find things like bobby pins, knives, etc. Finally our second gopher kindly brought me a screwdriver.
Count it up. Me, Friend, and 2 gophers--4 so far.
Now the bystanders watched us wrestle the shade off and then 2 helped get a different bulb.
I screwed it in, very aware of my dear pastor's wife/photographer in the room.
Total score__. You tell me! Here are some pictures.
Oh, forgive my appearance, I had just finished whipping an all boys team at a game of basketball with my all girls team--just thought I would mention that!!! Ha ha.
OH yeah!! me and Esther are starting a club. . ."Keep your pics flipped the wrong direction!"
HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THESE!!!
Feb 21, 2008
My Confession
No, my friend, I don't mean that as in the title of Josh Groban's song! Actually, I was noticing how absolutely incredibly long it's been since I posted! As I sat, lulled by the not-so-warming glow of the PC, I asked myself the age old question---or not so age old---"What do I write on my blog?"
I'm sure you've all felt the icy fingers of that question as it attempts to utterly squeeze the very juice (whatever juice there is) out of your blogging career. I know you are all sitting on the very edge of your seat, waiting to hear my view on this deadly germ--or disease, as you might put it. Brace yourself.
THERE IS NO GERM, THERE IS NO DISEASE. Not in my case anyways. Yes, I have come to the point of . . .confession. I have been told I had these, well--I just can't be perfect!--these faults. Ahem. Ugly words, but, like many other things a normal part of life. Lets take the first one.
Procrastination. Nasty, huh? Yeah, yeah, I know, it seems to be a small thing, but apparently its more dangerous at second glance! You see, when you hang onto my every word like you do, not getting at least monthly post is like, well, yanking an IV out of some poor . . .SOMETHING! Hey, quit laughin'! T' isn't funny! OK, let's move on.
Perfectionism. How does that fit in? Well, when I sit down to write a post, I feel the restraint of perfectionism with it's high standards and requirements. The pull of 77 million pixel pictures (bit of exaggeration there) and perfect grammar. Oh yes, my friend, this is real, very real. But perhaps this has all become morose and normal for you; perhaps many of you have discovered this deep within you already! If that is the case, I have one last surprise for you:
What a wicked joke, my goodness, what's gotten into me?
I'm sure you've all felt the icy fingers of that question as it attempts to utterly squeeze the very juice (whatever juice there is) out of your blogging career. I know you are all sitting on the very edge of your seat, waiting to hear my view on this deadly germ--or disease, as you might put it. Brace yourself.
THERE IS NO GERM, THERE IS NO DISEASE. Not in my case anyways. Yes, I have come to the point of . . .confession. I have been told I had these, well--I just can't be perfect!--these faults. Ahem. Ugly words, but, like many other things a normal part of life. Lets take the first one.
Procrastination. Nasty, huh? Yeah, yeah, I know, it seems to be a small thing, but apparently its more dangerous at second glance! You see, when you hang onto my every word like you do, not getting at least monthly post is like, well, yanking an IV out of some poor . . .SOMETHING! Hey, quit laughin'! T' isn't funny! OK, let's move on.
Perfectionism. How does that fit in? Well, when I sit down to write a post, I feel the restraint of perfectionism with it's high standards and requirements. The pull of 77 million pixel pictures (bit of exaggeration there) and perfect grammar. Oh yes, my friend, this is real, very real. But perhaps this has all become morose and normal for you; perhaps many of you have discovered this deep within you already! If that is the case, I have one last surprise for you:
I POSTED ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH(wicked witch laugh)
Perhaps this all sounded like blabbering to you too?!!! My friend, listen to your heart, because IT WAS! What a wicked joke, my goodness, what's gotten into me?
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