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Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Of smiles and sighs
Why am I such a girl?
Joy is better than happiness. I'll try.
C R E D I T : Zachary, of course! :o)
song of the post ~ "Take It From Me" by the Weepies
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
You know what is supremely easy when you don't realize you're doing it, but one of the hardest things in the world when you consciously do it?
It's easy to wait for things you take for granted...almost impossible for those things you come to appreciate and long for the most.
My birthday is in about 2 weeks. That's something I haven't spent all year waiting for. But nonetheless, it is almost here. Birthdays are for wishes, right? Hmm.
I love the smell of rain. And the most wonderfully amazing experience on earth is singing Psalms with like-minded saints. And Odysseys tend to make life seem okay. And I think I missed my appointment with Hannah. And I should probably be doing school instead of aimlessly blogging.
I think I'll fall asleep to the sound of Whit and Connie and the rest of the gang. (And maybe a little of the best medicine -- shared laughter with my sisters.)
I'm not alone...but I tend to feel it.
song of the post ~ "Home" by Michael Buble
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Saturday, February 24, 2007
I have a few people who have agreed to run away with me. Hannah and I have gotten further than anyone in our plans and have agreed to meet half-way in Hawaii. I love asking people who live 3000 miles away if they can come over. They usually say yes. I love being unrealistic.
I love having people right here who know and understand me...like my sisters. No matter what, we can always be sisters. We can always talk about life, and almost always know exactly what we mean. We can share thoughts without using words. We can try to cry and end up laughing instead. And it works. Well..most of the time.
Tonight Tamara and I tried once again to revive the Hoosier in us and play basketball down the street. How embarrassing it would be if someone we knew ever saw us... After shooting and making about 3 out of 17 attempted baskets, we ran up the hill to the side of the basketball court, up to the football field, sat on some railings, and talked about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. Then we came home (on time, I might add), saw Maria on the front porch swing, grabbed her and some sleeping bags, and parked ourselves out in the yard--right in front of the sidewalk. No one else understands.
I don't know that we even truly understand. Actually, I'm pretty sure we don't.
Perfect plans for posts never really make it out of my brain. That's okay. Tomorrow is the Lord's Day. Tomorrow is the RPCA Psalm sing. Tomorrow is for rest, fellowship, service, and worship. I will not dread tomorrow; I will not worry today.
"This I recall to my mind,
Therefore I have hope.
Through the LORD's mercies, we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness...
The LORD is good to those who wait for him,
To the soul who seeks Him."
--Lamentations 3:21-23, 25
I love hope.
song of the post ~ "Letting the Cables Sleep" by Bush
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Valentine's Day!
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
--1 Corinthians 13:4-8a--
Dad bought roses. Wow.
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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Thus, I am updating.
Without actually updating.
Because I don't feel like writing about my life.
Because I just don't.
"Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness...Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow has enough worries of its own. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
--Matthew 6:33, 34
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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
I miss the rush of excitement after looking out my window and viewing a fresh new blanket of snow.
I miss bracing myself before stepping outside to face the wintery day.
I miss the first cloudy breath upon entering the frozen world.
I miss the numbness in my fingers after yielding to the temptation to gather some of the beautiful whiteness into my bare hands.
I miss the sting of my cheeks in the heat of a snowball fight.
I miss the attempts to build snowmen, even when the snow is far too powdery.
I miss the hand that pulls me up off my back so as to not mar my newly-created snow angel.
I miss the train of sleds behind Grandpa's tractor while he drags us through his snowy fields.
I miss the ache of my arms after attempting to help shovel the driveway.
I miss the cautious baby-steps across the driveway, ever-conscious that I could slip and fall at any time.
I miss searching frantically for a glove that at least slightly resembles the one I have on.
I miss plastic bags over my socks to keep off the snow that seeps through the holes in my boots.
I miss frozen shoe-strings.
I miss waiting for our old car to heat up, only to finally get comfortable upon arriving at our destination.
I miss calling people up, trying desperately to get a group together to go sledding.
I miss our dog, Paul, thinking snow was the best meal he could get.
I miss the blinding but but beautiful glitter of the sun's reflection on the snow.
I miss frozen strands of hair, sticking to my face.
I miss the longing for mom's home-made hot chocolate, after a hard play in the snow.
I miss the pile of wet snowsuits, mittens, hats, and scarves at the bottom of the basement stairs.
I miss Indiana Winter.
You are blessed, my Hoosier friends. I truly hope you realize...
Be safe, and enjoy some for me, if you can.
song of the post ~ "Chicago" by Sufjan Stevens
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Monday, February 05, 2007
Take every chance you dare
This past Saturday, we celebrated Benji's birthday (which was on the 27th) by going rock-climbing. We did it a year ago with the Glovers, so we kind of knew what we were doing. Kind of.
We had a blast.
Our instructor, Greta, James P., Tamara, Me, Benji, James G., and Maria
Don't we look soooo attractive in our harness thingmajigs?! Mmhmm, we thought so! :o)
Okay, so she won this "race"...but I creamed her on the next one we took.
This was rather scary. I think dad was a little more scared than I was, though, because he was the one balaying for me...and I kept falling and hitting him, hehe. I never actually got to a point where I trusted myself to let go with my right hand and reach for the next rock...ugh.
Here's the Birthday Boy, in all his glory!
The Girls -- Mom, Maria, Me, Tamara, Greta, and Sharryn (Greta's mum)
The boys -- Dad, James G., James P., Benji, and Matt G.
And here's the whole group--minus the mums (who just watched us sweat.)
For MY birthday (well...I should say OUR birthday, so Tamara won't kill me) we are hopefully going lazer tagging. Yessss. Anyone want to come??
Beth is cool. I love her.
This is a boring post. Oh well.
E D I T :
We just came from visiting Ray, Carolyn, and little Thomas from the hospital. Little Thomas J. W. Huges was born just last evening. Seeing him tonight made me as excited (if not more) as the day Caz told me she was pregnant! *sigh* What an amazing gift of life (praise the Lord). Welcome to the world, beautiful boy!
I could've held him in my arms all night...
Such a tiny little bundle! (especially compared to me!)
song of the post ~ "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots - Pt. 1" by The Flaming Lips
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Friday, February 02, 2007
1. She dips her pretzels in salsa
2. She pretends to be "Superwoman"
3. She goes to Southside
4. She has gmail
5. She can sing along to "They Might Be Giants" and "Weird Al"
6. She put up riding to school with us Blackwoods every single day for a whole year
7. She has some amazing "Ultimate Frisbee" skills
8. She reads my blog
9. She teases and counsels me
10. SHE MIGHT COME TO AUSTRALIA SOMEDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Late, as usual
My little friend JuliaMae
Was riding to school one day.
Though safer she'd be on a bus,
She chose to go driving with us.
She hates Weird Al's "eBay"
But "Bangs" she would sing all the way.
We saw her a lot on the road:
Trucks reading "Oversize Load!"
Though an inner cow she may be,
An outer cow you won't see.
Her mouth could hold all the mail,
But, anyway, back to the tale...
We were driving along through the snow,
When the breaks went out--"Oh no!"
We slipped and they slid, though not far,
Straight into the back of a car.
For Julia, this was a first,
Into great fits of laughter she burst.
We were very late to school--
'Tis normal with Blackwood car-poole.
The moral is her's and mine:
Take the bus next time!
[not that we had a bus.....but whatever.]
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Thanks for being such a cool friend, Julia. What would I do without our chats, your advice, and your reminders?? I can't wait to go driving again... Don't worry, I'm *much* safer than Allen. :-D And don't forget to throw a snowball for me!!!
song of the post ~ "The eBay Song" by Weird Al Yankovic
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