Monday was my sweet sister's birthday! With she and my Daddy getting back from Africa that day, and school making me cRaZy, I didn't get to do this until now, but.....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLLEEN!
And in honor of your birthday, here's 21 things I LOVE about you or have loved doing with you! By the way, it is 21 right? ;)
1. I LOVE that you always read to me when I was little...Chronicles of Narnia, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, The Polar Express (especially our favorite page about the "hot cocoa as thick and rich as melted chocolate bars"!)
2. I LOVE that you LOVE to take care of people: your guys, youth, kids, etc.
3. I LOVE that at least once a week, while putting on my makeup, I remember that I learned how from years of sitting on the bathroom counter and watching you do it
4. I LOVE when we talk and remember stories about Dad that make us laugh until we can't breathe! wwwWWhHAT?! (in his one-of-a-kind way)
5. I LOVE our haircut dates :)
6. I LOVE that you can't keep gifts a secret.
7. I LOVE that you were never big on the color pink, then you had all the boys, and now you love it!
8. I LOVE that you love investing in youth and love to see them grow spiritually.
9. I LOVE LOVE LOVE going to Bible study with you
10. I LOVE the time we watched A League of Their Own at your house in Brookshire, and cried our eyes out during that last game
11. I LOVE that we've always fought over who loves the other the most
12. I LOVE that we both have the same opinion of Matt Damon
13. I LOVE that I can talk to you on the phone for a long time...even though I hate talking on the phone.
14. I LOVE that no one else in our house would ever watch My Fair Lady with me but you
15. I LOVE the way I picked up on your ability to trip up stairs, your fear of birds, and your annoyance with mouth noises
16. I LOVE to see you being a mommy....and SUCH a good one!
17. I LOVE that you love your husband and stick with him
18. I LOVE that night at youth camp...you were pregnant with Joseph, and I had a headache. Dad brought me to you and Larry's cabin instead of going to worship and we sat on the couch for a long time with my hand on your tummy so I could feel him kick.
19. I LOVE that we're really different.
20. I LOVE that sometimes we're exactly the same.
21. I LOVE that you're my sister!
Happy birthday, big sister!
I LOVE you!
More.
Most.
Mostest.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
new layout, new Michael Buble, an old movie, and a new patience
I do believe that my blog has a bit of an identity crisis. It really cannot maintain the same look for more than a few months. We'll see how long this look lasts :)
Michael Buble released a new album, Crazy Love, yesterday!!!!
Michael Buble released a new album, Crazy Love, yesterday!!!!
I have watched Return to Me three times in the past two days. Ridiculous. Pathetic, I know. It's sooooo good though. If you haven't seen it, you must. It's cheesy and predictable, I'll warn you, but honestly, what quality chick flick isn't? I tried to tell myself yesterday afternoon (before popping it in for the third time) that it wasn't good for me to watch that much lovey dovey that many times. Of course, I didn't listen, and was swept off my feet yet again.
It wasn't bad for me though. It was surprisingly good.
See I'm the girl that cries randomly and unprovoked because I need a boyfriend. I crave that relationship and I often have myself convinced that if it doesn't happen soon, it never will. Watching this movie though (you'll have to see it to understand...and maybe even then it's just my crazy perception), I didn't feel that way at all. The way that he treats her is what I want. He's a grown man when he meets her and because of that he respects her and supports her and takes care of her and really loves her. He's grown up enough to know what he needs. And what he needs...is her.
I am not a grown up. I'm twenty years old. I'm a long way from knowing what, let alone who, I need. And he....whoever he is....isn't grown up enough to know that now either....and that's ok.
Because I want him to respect me and support me and take care of me and really love me. And if I have to wait fifteen years for that....it'll be ok.
(although fifteen might be pushing it....Lord, please grow my patience fruit!)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
no call? no text?.....anything?
First of all........
Thank you so much for the outpouring of wonderful, love-filled comments! Absolutely made. my. life! I don't even think I need 50.....27 made me just as thrilled :)
Now on to my thought for the day....er.....days!
I may be totally in left field. I could be terribly wrong. I mean really, I could have been extremely misinformed, but I was under the impression that when a boy asked for your number--not because you had class together and he might need to borrow notes and not even in the "oh-we're-friends-and-we-hang-out-all-the-time-so-I-should-probably-get-your-number" kind of way, but in a very flirtatious, elevator conversation, out of the blue, "hey, let me get your number" (with the smile.....ugh...that smile. You know the one.) kind of way-- and remember, I could still be wrong, but I really kinda thought he actually had the intention of USING IT!!!
Really? No call? No text?......anything?
Apparently....I misunderstood.
I mean I must have just been completely and utterly wrong. In every form of the word.
Or maybe I just imagined the whole thing?......
No.....that's not it. It happened.
And now he's walking around with that smile on his face and my number in his phone and I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
The five year old in me wants to walk up, ask to borrow his phone (with some endearing story about how a bunny ran off with mine and dropped it in Friendship Pond), in which case he will gladly lend me his and I will proceed to dramatically delete my number (after all, he's not planning on using it), slide his phone closed with unnecessary force, let out an exasperated "Hmph!", make an exaggerated turn, and walk away.
But I won't. Reeealllllly, I won't. I promise. I want to....but I won't.
And instead of making a total fool of myself, I've just been thinking instead, and what I've been thinking is this:
This thing. This boy. This failure to communicate and follow through....
I've done it.
Granted, I have not asked a guy for his number and then failed to call or text him....I haven't asked a guy for his number....at all, actually; but I have failed miserably at communicating with someone that waits for me to call.
I'm frustrated. I'm annoyed. I'm a little embarrassed and a little curious as to what I did to make that guy not use my number. So I'm wondering...if the fact that I so often neglect communicating with God causes Him to feel the same way.
I mean, God in His greatness knows He did nothing to push me away. He only draws me closer. He doesn't need fellowship with me, but He wants it.
I'm going to survive if this guy never texts me, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't mind if he did. I don't need it, but I want it.
But boy and texting and smiles aside, how many times do I look to God and promise to call on Him, and then I just.....
don't
And I'm wondering if all the times I do that...if all the times I display good intentions and then fail to follow up, if He wonders what it's going to take to get and keep my attention. He knows what He did. He gave His Son. He gave up the One that meant most to Him, so that I could have the opportunity, the choice to call on Him....and so often I don't....and He's gotta wonder why.
There's really no conclusion. No end point. No pretty, wrap-up sentence. It's just what I've been thinking about.
And while I may not have an answer to all of this "wondering"....
I'm a lot less concerned with the inactivity of my cell phone.
Thank you so much for the outpouring of wonderful, love-filled comments! Absolutely made. my. life! I don't even think I need 50.....27 made me just as thrilled :)
Now on to my thought for the day....er.....days!
I may be totally in left field. I could be terribly wrong. I mean really, I could have been extremely misinformed, but I was under the impression that when a boy asked for your number--not because you had class together and he might need to borrow notes and not even in the "oh-we're-friends-and-we-hang-out-all-the-time-so-I-should-probably-get-your-number" kind of way, but in a very flirtatious, elevator conversation, out of the blue, "hey, let me get your number" (with the smile.....ugh...that smile. You know the one.) kind of way-- and remember, I could still be wrong, but I really kinda thought he actually had the intention of USING IT!!!
Really? No call? No text?......anything?
Apparently....I misunderstood.
I mean I must have just been completely and utterly wrong. In every form of the word.
Or maybe I just imagined the whole thing?......
No.....that's not it. It happened.
And now he's walking around with that smile on his face and my number in his phone and I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
The five year old in me wants to walk up, ask to borrow his phone (with some endearing story about how a bunny ran off with mine and dropped it in Friendship Pond), in which case he will gladly lend me his and I will proceed to dramatically delete my number (after all, he's not planning on using it), slide his phone closed with unnecessary force, let out an exasperated "Hmph!", make an exaggerated turn, and walk away.
But I won't. Reeealllllly, I won't. I promise. I want to....but I won't.
And instead of making a total fool of myself, I've just been thinking instead, and what I've been thinking is this:
This thing. This boy. This failure to communicate and follow through....
I've done it.
Granted, I have not asked a guy for his number and then failed to call or text him....I haven't asked a guy for his number....at all, actually; but I have failed miserably at communicating with someone that waits for me to call.
I'm frustrated. I'm annoyed. I'm a little embarrassed and a little curious as to what I did to make that guy not use my number. So I'm wondering...if the fact that I so often neglect communicating with God causes Him to feel the same way.
I mean, God in His greatness knows He did nothing to push me away. He only draws me closer. He doesn't need fellowship with me, but He wants it.
I'm going to survive if this guy never texts me, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't mind if he did. I don't need it, but I want it.
But boy and texting and smiles aside, how many times do I look to God and promise to call on Him, and then I just.....
don't
And I'm wondering if all the times I do that...if all the times I display good intentions and then fail to follow up, if He wonders what it's going to take to get and keep my attention. He knows what He did. He gave His Son. He gave up the One that meant most to Him, so that I could have the opportunity, the choice to call on Him....and so often I don't....and He's gotta wonder why.
There's really no conclusion. No end point. No pretty, wrap-up sentence. It's just what I've been thinking about.
And while I may not have an answer to all of this "wondering"....
I'm a lot less concerned with the inactivity of my cell phone.
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