not finished yet

happiness is a new owl city song that happens to be one of your favs already

2010-10-25T16:59:00.001-07:00

http://owlcityblog.com/2010/10/25/my-hope-is-found/

an announcement

2010-09-27T18:51:00.000-07:00

I am in love with The Perfect Man who, when I spend time with Him, makes me smile and skip. Ha! Beat that world!!

a letter

2010-09-06T09:38:00.000-07:00

Dear Taylor Swift,
I am currently addicted (independent of procrastination) to your music video "Mine." But the more I watch it, the more I wonder why I am. Before I say why, know that I do enjoy quite a few of your songs and think you are an excellent singer. BUT

You can't act.
I'm sorry to put it so bluntly, but you always stare at the camera. Honestly. And you don't act naturally at all. And the little SCORE move in the ocean at the end...have you ever seen a mom of two boys do that? Come on.
And you wear these little dresses to show off your legs. We all know you're skinny. Thank you for rubbing it in.

That aside, I still like your video. I think it's the ending from the wedding on that makes me enjoy it. It's got that happily ever after thing that every girl loves. :)

Sincerely,
Taylor Ruff

PS: if you're up at 2:30 am you're bound to have a fight...go to bed earlier next time. :P

mine

2010-09-02T17:13:00.000-07:00

Just out of curiosity...has anyone seen the new Taylor Swift video "Mine"? I'm currently addicted and I don't know why...I think it's linked to procrastination.

i'm currently at school

2010-09-01T09:16:00.000-07:00

And supposed to be writing a BIO 104 paper that's due tomorrow, which means....I'M PROCRASTINATING!!!!!!!

*disclaimer: please do not ever use me as an example when you, dear reader, find yourself at college. Thank you*

Yes, well. Procrastination's the name of the game I suppose. Last night I was supposed to be reading the introduction to and the first book of the Iliad. Not that hard, you might be thinking. And no, it wasn't. When I buckled down to it...but wait, I never actually did. I messed around on facebook while reading the Iliad. Fast foward two hours later I'm on the last paragraph and Erin comes in my room telling me that they're about to watch Leverage Season Two Ep 1 and if I want to see it I'd better get my bum downstairs. So I rush through the last paragraph, run downstairs, can't find my afghan that I always use, have an emotional breakdown, hit the couch, and get attacked in the FACE by Casey, our lovely bassett hound. Sounds fun, huh?

Well anyways. School's been going well I suppose...it is school. I wrote a paper though on this commercial and I thought I'd post the commercial and then the paper later.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq5TcdJHCoQ

i started school

2010-08-23T17:55:00.000-07:00

I started school today. Which ultimately means that I suddenly find myself with all this time during which I am supposed to be doing something and absolutely do not want to do it. (The other time this happens is when I'm cleaning my room.) SO...all in the good name of procrastination, I am blogging again.

Yeah, so. I'm home now. I started my sophmore year of college today. (Scary right?) Kelly and I have this new system for homework (yeah, homework the first night of school??? tell me about it) where we do twenty minutes of hardcore work and then five minutes of fun. We began with five minutes of fun, obviously. Then I did twenty plus minutes of watching this utterly worthless video for my online math class where the teach said aboslutely nothing I hadn't heard before.

I spent the whole video checking my facebook.

Then I did five minutes of fun, which consisted of reading Adam Young's blog post about kidney stones to Kelly who was being grumpy and didn't want to hear it. This five minutes has now expanded to most likely twenty which means I should probably turn off the Owl City music and take the syllabus test. See ya next time I'm procrastinating!! (Trust me, it'll be soon)

because i love this pic

2010-07-16T07:45:00.001-07:00

an apology

2010-07-10T12:43:00.000-07:00

It's difficult to know what to blog about when I'm here at Adullam House because I am limited in what I can share. I can't post pictures, and there are things about the kids I can't say on a public blog.

But I wish I could make you see the children here. I wish you could see their smiles, hear their laughs, feel their hugs. I wish you could know what joy it is to see a 2 month old baby smile at you. I wish you could know the rewards of waking up at 5:45 am to take care of children, how even the pain of getting up so early disappears when the kids wake up. (As long as it's at least past seven.)

But I can't. I can't show you the wide smiles, the gap teeth all 7 year olds seems to have. I can't help you feel the hugs. I can't let you experience these things over my blog. I'm not capable of doing it. There are some things that words can't say.

But I apologize. I apologize for not keeping up with my blog during this summer. But, hopefully, you understand.

an update

2010-06-28T13:30:00.000-07:00

My dear blog readers,

I profusely apologize for having left you all hanging once I reached Adullam House. I do have a nice long update coming. This past week we actually went on a missions trip to Nebraska and I have so much to say about that.

So, I have not forgotten you, and I will post.

Yours truly,

Taylor

i'm back...

2010-05-29T13:27:00.000-07:00

...at Adullam House

austen mania

2010-05-23T21:19:00.000-07:00

just, btw, this is kinda spoofing "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" and "Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters"

a random blurb (or two) and a humorous anecdote

2010-05-20T21:02:00.000-07:00

I swear, BBC will be the death of me. How many lovely male leading roles can they churn out? The latest is Mr. Knightley from the new "Emma."

GOSH

Anways. The scrolly thing on my laptop is malfunctioning and I think I will end up smashing my laptop down my air vent. Seriously.

And yes, the humorous anecdote.

So tonight we had finished disc one of "Emma" and then watched the first episode of Merlin, a tv show my great-aunt recommended. It's about Arthur and all them, only in teenage form. Every time a girl came on, Sarah would scream out "That's Guinevere!!!!" and it wouldn't be.

Well, I got tired of it. So, girl comes on.

Me (jokingly): That's Guinevere.

Sarah: That is not Guinevere.

girl: I'm Guinevere.

and we died laughing.

how to eat a poem

2010-05-18T22:16:00.000-07:00

Don't be polite.

Bite in.

Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that

may run down your chin.

It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

You do not need a knife or fork or spoon

or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

For there is no core

or stem

or rind

or pit

or seed

or skin

to throw away.

-Eve Merriam

reminiscent

2010-05-18T21:33:00.000-07:00

Saturday I did a recital run. I went to Laura Beth's baton recital and then to the ballet recital where I used to dance. At the baton recital, a senior did a routine to a song called "I'm Not Gonna Cry." The song is all about graduation. As I sat there watching, a thought suddenly popped into my head: I'm never going to graduate again.

MIND BOMB

Like duh, I know I'm in college....but I didn't quite realize until that moment how old I was.

Then, that night, I went to the recital for the studio where I danced for 11 years. I've actually never been to a dance recital before, I've only ever been in them. So, watching one was a first time experience. Sitting there, watching all the girls in their tights and gorgeous costumes-my memory banks exploded and let loose a flood.

I remembered my first ballet recital...5 years oold. We didn't realize that you were supposed to get bun covers that matched your hair and so mine was blue-same color as my dress. I remembered my first class on pointe, all the other girls had hit puberty and I was this shrimp of a thing who didn't fit any of the costumes properly. I remembered the blisters and the tape, the sweat, the aching muscles, sewing on laces and altering costumes. I remembered all of it. And then, again, I realized: I'm old. I'm not in high school anymore, Mom and Dad don't pay for activities now (hence my lack of any...)

Friday night we pulled out the box of home-made video tapes. For well over an hour we watched and lauged at our 1995 selves. Carefree days of summer: running around in shorts, t-shirts, and saltwater sandals. Playing on the swings or in the sandbox. And though I've heard the saying a thousand times, sometimes it's hard to believe it: the best is yet to come.

?

2010-05-14T11:48:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to the cinema yet again. (Actually it was Erin, Kelly, and I who went.) Can you guess what we went to see?

There is a post to come on it.

my lucious break

2010-05-13T06:29:00.000-07:00

Since finishing school last Thursday, I have been checking fpr my grades like 200 times a day, playing with Caelon, working, and painting the office.
And you all know what painting projects at the Ruff's house mean dont' you????? BBC MINISERIES FEST!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOT. We've already watched all of P&P and Erin and Kelly watched the majority of Wives and Daughters yesterday.

OH...book sale at the library on Saturday. I am stinkin excited.

confessions

2010-05-12T19:54:00.001-07:00

I just got back from seeing How to Train Your Dragon. For the fourth time.

Hey...it's in my blood. After all, my dad was the only person besides George Lucas to see Star Wars 17 times when it came out.

more on miley and puking before i shut up

2010-05-10T11:22:00.000-07:00

Like I ever will shut up anyways. :)

Um...I like Focus On the Family's Plugged In. A lot. And they wrote an article on Miley and her new video as well. (But I will say that mine was released faster. )

Enjoy. :)

the answer to all of life's questions

2010-05-08T21:47:00.000-07:00

Or not but yeah.

Congrats Suzy for guessing Mississippi!!!! :D I miss and appreciate you btw if I haven't told you.

Yes, yesterday we made a sudden and unexpected trip to Mi-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i to vist my grandmother and then on up to Missouri today to see my Great Grandmother (who is 87 by the way and still working...good genes) And then after that we drove back. We spent A LOT of time in the car, and I'm happy to say that I managed quite nicely to maintain my sanity. I just can't answer for the rest of my family. It was a swell trip though. Since we left after I got off of work last night it was dark for the majority of the trip. Kelly red-boxed "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs" and we watched that last night. Then on the way home today we decided that the other movies we brought were considerably quieter than Cloudy so Erin and I watched Australia :D in the middle seats with my laptop and earbuds and Kelly and Sarah watched While You Were Sleeping in the backseat with Kelly's earbuds.

I am quite happy to be home however. I'm exhausted. And I am currently asking myself WHY AM I UP THIS LATE??????

I need sleep. But I will say, that you, SJ, would NOT have enjoyed this trip. My dad never stops for the bathroom...I almost died multiple times. And my grandmother and her husband have two dogs just like "Fluffy" only bigger. :)

2010-05-08T08:49:00.001-07:00

Clue #2
Im in the most obese state. Where am I?

2010-05-08T07:23:00.001-07:00

Where am I?
I look out my window and see kudzu. Where am I?

excuse me while i puke

2010-05-04T19:53:00.000-07:00

Ok..I'm back from puking. For the time being.

Now, why am I puking you may ask? Simple answer: Miley Cyrus. I hear alot about Miley Cyrus from the little girls at work, so I am usually up to date on where she is living at the time...not quite clear on her parent's marital status though, my informants were confused on that point. Miley is also just a popular topic in today's culture and so I like to keep up with her videos so that I can know what the inevitable hype is about and so I won't be caught blindly judging.

Well...I thought Party In the USA had a risque video. Heh...I hadn't seen anything. Her latest video, which actually premiered tonight and which I cannot believe I spent time on tracking down considering that this IS finals week and all, is an accompianment to her song "Can't Be Tamed." The video begins at a museum and its unveling of the "Cyrus" bird. (Come on Miley that is SO original and all.) Then, as the be-feathered and be-heavily-make-upped Miley sits there with her "WINGS," people begin snapping pictures. Then she lashses out at the crowd, bursting into her stupid song, and the audience backs away. (Can't say I blame them.)

Now, look at what she sings.

For those who don't know me,
I can get a bit crazy
Have to get my way,
24 hours a day
Cause I'm hot like that
(Ummm...way to be modest Miley. Who sings about how hot they are, I mean seriously! And thanks for the heads up about being crazy...I should have listened and turned you off.)
Every guy, everywhere,
just gives me mad attention,
Like I'm under inspection
I always get a 10,
cause I'm built like that
(Ok..thanks for saying that guys only like girls like you. Honestly, her arrogance is disgusting! She's gonna have every 6 year old girl in America trying to be like her. Walmart better start carrying detatchable wings.)
I go through guys like money,
flying out the hands
They try to change me,
but they realize they can't
And every tomorrow is a day I never plan
If you're gonna be my man,
understand
(And you're boasting about being easy to get and being good at dumping guys? Nice.)
I can't be tamed
I can't be tamed
I can't be blamed
I can't be, (I can't)
Can't be tamed
I can't be changed
I can't be tamed
I can't be tamed
(At this point, the headache worsens and your stomach begins to churn. This is not even a melodic song.)
If there is a question about my intentions,
I'll tell ya
I'm not here to sell ya
Or tell you to go to h---
(I'm not a brat like that)
I'm like a puzzle,
but all of my pieces are jagged
If you can understand this,
we can make some magic,
I'm wrong like that
(Cue majorly disturbing outfit that no decent parent is gonna want their child watching. And a cuss word?? Come on.)
I wanna fly,
I wanna drive,
I wanna go
I wanna be apart of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby, by now you should know
(No, no, please...GO!)
I can't be tamed, (No, I can't, can't be tamed)
I can't be saved
I can't be blamed
I can't be, (I can't be)
Can't be tamed
I can't be changed
I can't be tamed
I can't be tamed
(Thanks for totally re-enforcing the Scriptures there Miley.)
Well I'm not a trick you play,
I'm wired a different way
I'm not a mistake,
I'm not a fake,
It's set in my DNA
Don't change me
Don't change me
Don't change me
Don't change me
(I can't be tamed)
(At this point, I began to wonder if maybe Miley Cyrus has some confidence issues. Then I began to get really really sad. And my heart started hurting just as much as my head.)
I wanna fly,
I wanna drive,
I wanna go
I wanna be apart of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby, by now you should know
(She's obviously trying to warn Disney that a change is coming...or is here.)
I can't be tamed
I can't be tamed
I can't be blamed
I can't be, (I can't)
Can't be tamed
I can't be changed
I can't be tamed
I can't be can't, I can't be tamed

Ok...so that's the song. And as I rush to the bathroom to throw up, my heart swells and I feel tears coming for Miley Cyrus of all people. This girl is 17. And she's already learned to throw herself at guys and to make them want her. And that, even more than the ear-piercing instrumentation and tune of this song, is the real tragedy.

And I know that despite this video's issues (BIG ISSUES) parents will still let their little daughters watch it. 7 year olds will go around acting like that. I know. I will probably be seeing remakes of this video at work for the next little bit. Little girls will come up and sing it for me, accompanying it with a dance they made themselves.

And now, in between trips to the toilet to puke, I grab a kleenex to wipe my eyes.

what have i been up to

2010-04-30T21:20:00.000-07:00

Besides hiccuping and waiting for Gerard Butler to pop out and say "AH you hiccuped!" I mean....hee. Well then this is what I've been coming home to the past few days. :)

Isn't it a pretty sight?????

2010-04-19T19:47:00.003-07:00

OH...and check out my photo blog

2010-04-19T19:47:00.001-07:00

changes coming....stay tuned

ideas

2010-03-28T11:41:00.000-07:00

new name: A Comedy of Errors

new web address: probably going to be taylorlruff.blogspot.com

update

2010-03-20T18:54:00.000-07:00

So I'm planning on posting again regularly soon. BUT this week I'm actually at Adullam House.....

surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2010-03-14T18:08:00.000-07:00

hmmmmmm did you see her coming?? :D

2010-02-28T07:19:00.001-08:00

Oh! I forgot to say: we are camping this weekend. I am still taking pictures for my other blog but have no internet so i cant post them. I will catch up tonight hopefully.

memories...101st post btw.

2010-02-25T21:34:00.000-08:00

What are some of your favorite memories? I love building memories...and some of my best ones are with my family. But last night I think will forever be one of my fondest memories.

It was 10:40 pm. I was going to turn my computer off and try to be asleep by 11 and get 8 hours of sleep...it was gonna be beautiful. So I turned my computer off and then tossed and turned for like five minutes. Dad was downstairs watching a movie because his back hurt. (long story) So I went down to tell him to turn the tv down so I could sleep..and found him watching the British Office show to see if it was any good. So I sat down on the floor with him and watched it for a bit...I was going to go to bed I swear. But then we mutually agreed it was lame and switched to the American Office.

The thing I love about watching The Office with my dad is that he and I have similar senses of humor and both crack up at pretty much the same points. So there we were, laying on the floor, Dad with his feet up on a chair to help his back, laughing our heads off at eleven o clock at night at The Office. It was so much fun, just being with Daddy. There's not really a ton of one on one like that since there are 5 of us and 1 of him. But it was amazing. And today I kept thinking about it and it would make me smile and the day just wasn't as bad after that.

I love my Daddy.

*disclaimer: we do not watch every episode of The Office. And we sometimes fast foward and only watch parts of the ones that we do. Thank you.*

2010-02-22T12:16:00.001-08:00

A glimpse into my life.
So much for my new years resolution to blog more. Haha. Anyways the glimpse. I am sitting in the parking lot waiting for work and practicing my importance of being earnest lines in the hopes that Lady Bracknell will no longer sound like Syndney Greenstreets evil twin sister. :)

trust

2010-02-17T10:08:00.001-08:00

Trust..is relaxation in the face of panic.

I had a biology test today. I was supposed to have it Monday but school got canceled. I was supposed to have it last Wednesday but my teacher postponed it. I was supposed to have it last Monday but she postponed it again. Needless to say, there was been much anxiety about this test. Much studying. I think I have lived on adrenaline for the past two weeks and now am crashing.

I studied. Very hard. My study group met extra times this week. I gave up much evening time for this test. I did my best. Yet I still freaked out. I didn't trust. Last night I layed in bed for half an hour trying to fall asleep but I couldn't. Then I prayed. I asked God to calm my heart and my nerves. I asked Him to please help me fall asleep. And I did. I fell into a perfect sleep until 5:40 when my alarm went off.

This morning before the test I kept trusting. And, though I was worried, I was at peace. I was calm, surreally calm. Then...1 minute before the test I freaked.

So it was a war lost. But I won some battles along the way. I am not proud of freaking at the end. I wish that I could trust the way I want to. But God showed himself to be faithful. He never fails. :)

today

2010-02-15T05:08:00.000-08:00

The snow is shining, school is canceled, the tank is clean and we are getting.....*GASP* THE TANK IS CLEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

moments

2010-02-12T15:10:00.001-08:00

Today...at 4:00 there was a shooting at UAHuntsville.

I drive to this school almost every day of my life to drop off my sister.

Last Friday there was a shooting at a middle school in Madison where one fourteen year old shot and killed a fellow student. Today there are suspected to be 10 people shot. 3 are dead so far.

I am painfully reminded of the fraility of life. Of the shortness of it. This horrible tragedy has taken place not 30 minutes from my house. Life is precious and valuable. Please please pray for these people who have been shot and are in pain. Pray for the families of the people who have died. And pray for the shooter. They need God.

As I watch the twitter updates scroll in the news feed on google...I see over and over again people's requests for prayer. Please pray...please pray...now we need God. But you know what people....we needed God a long time before this. If we all prayed like we ask everyone to now, would there have even been a shooting?

2010-02-09T21:10:00.001-08:00

pop over to www.meandmosphotoblog.blogspot.com to see today's pic of the day :)

question

2010-02-09T16:09:00.000-08:00

I would really love to start or be a part of a purity blog. The thing is, I would kinda like to do this with someone and not just by myself. Spreading the message of purity among other girls is something that I would love to do. If this is something that you would like to do as well, let me know...pray about it. :)

who am i???

2010-02-09T16:05:00.000-08:00

I am a God-loving, Bible-living, school-going, photo-taking, scrap-booking, children-playing, noise-making, cookie-baking, piano-banging, quitar-picking, book-reading, movie-planning, novel-writing, poem-crafting girl of 18 who is trying to impact the world one day at a time.

2-8-10

2010-02-08T21:04:00.001-08:00

I was well on my way to curl up in my nice warm bed when I realized two things.
1. My bed was NOT warm
2. I had not yet taken a picture

2010-02-08T10:17:00.001-08:00

For whom it may concern. The snow has melted before i even got to play in it. :-\ sad sad day

2010-02-08T05:16:00.001-08:00

We are on our way to school and it is like ice snowing! Dear weather why must you be so fickle. I never pick the right jacket these days.

2-7-10

2010-02-07T20:54:00.001-08:00

OK the promised posts

2010-02-07T20:39:00.001-08:00

...or one of them at least.This picture was taken at the Ice Complex of Huntsville. or something like that. It was taken during the Southeastern Regional Special Olympics Ice Skating Competition. The little girl I work with was in it. (She got first in her basics by the way...very proud)

These people astonish me. They inspire me. They encourage me. They are some of the most amazing people on earth. They have the biggest hearts, the brightest smiles, and the most amazing ice skating talent too. They keep going despite their set backs.

I wish I had the determination that these people do. I wish that I could skate like they do. And I wish that everyone, including me, could love like they do.

2010-02-07T17:42:00.001-08:00

This is a test lol :)

yesterday's and today's :D

2010-02-06T15:42:00.001-08:00

change

2010-02-05T10:36:00.000-08:00

Change is...good. Right?

Well I am planning some changes for my blog. A new look definitly, and possibly a new name. But most importantly, a new mission. Which means that I am moving my pictures to a separate blog. I'm still trying to think of a name for that blog so if you have suggestions they'd be much appreciated. SO stay posted!! :)

rainy 4th of feb

2010-02-04T20:29:00.000-08:00

welcome to my world

2010-02-03T22:24:00.000-08:00

groundhog day!!

2010-02-02T20:48:00.000-08:00

Did you watch the movie today???? We didn't! We've been watching our latest obsession....and yes there is a post to come on it. :)

february the first

2010-02-01T20:46:00.000-08:00

1-31-10

2010-01-31T20:11:00.000-08:00

1-30-10

2010-01-30T22:40:00.000-08:00

hidden gems

2010-01-29T22:26:00.000-08:00

Here's a little something I wrote.

It is NOT about me. Just written by me.

When I was growing up there was a kid who lived down the street from me and my family. He was the typical “weird” kid. I think every neighborhood has one. The kid who can’t ride a bike, can’t climb trees, never goes to the pool in the summertime, just an all-around odd ball.

Every single day on my way to school I had to walk past his house to get to the bus stop. And every day for ten years of school-before I started driving-he would come out of his house at the same time that I was walking past. We never spoke ever during those walks to school. When we were in third grade we were even in the same class, and yet still we never spoke.

I used to think that he was born with glasses, cause he had definitly had them as long as I could remember. As I got older I wondered why I never spoke to him, because the eyes behind the glasses were kind. he wasn’t dumb or backwards, rather I think we all knew he was a genius. He looked every inch the geek in high school: big glasses, a mop of hair that never followed fashion’s dictates, pens behind his ears, stacks of books a mile high in his locker, this kid was the poster child for nerdiness. Yet, for all he was smart, he never spoke up in class-never flaunted his knowledge. But we still didn’t talk to him.

By eleventh grade I was really bothered by the fact that this guy I had seen all my life was still such a complete stranger. There were mornings when I would wake up with a fresh resolve to talk to him, but when I’d get to school there would be some new joke about him and I’d lose my initiative…again.

I graduated and went off to college without ever speaking to him. I went to a top school in the next county, and as luck would have it, so did he. Four years, no talk. I graduated again and got a job, without ever talking to him.

I am now married and have four children. I haven’t seen the “odd ball” in years. I never knew what his major was in college so I have no idea of what he is doing today. In fact, I’d forgotten all about him until recently. My second child, my son, is one of those “weird kids.” I didn’t even realize it until he started school two years ago because he’s so normal at home. My son is very smart and I know someday will do great things. But, he’s very shy. He never asks to have friends over like his brother and sisters do. I’m on the flip side this time. I know what “the weird kid” is really like. I know that if the other kids would talk to him they would love him. But they don’t. For the first time I’m beginning to feel the pain that the boy down the street felt for so many years, and the pain that his mother must have felt on his behalf.

When I pray for my son I also pray for him. I pray that he’s found friends and that he’s come out of his shell. I pray the same thing for my son. My eyes are open now. I wish with all my heart that I could go back to kindergarden, to tenth grade, to any point in my education and change what I did. Today’s society has such strong ideas of what’s normal and wha’ts not. But what we’re failing to see is that the best is not the most popular, but often the most hidden. Rare gems aren’t just lying out in the open, you have to dig and hunt for htem. So dig, hunt, probe. Discover the hidden treasures around you-even if it means talking to the weird kid across the street. Who knows, he may have been the best friend I never had.

downright domesticty

2010-01-29T22:19:00.001-08:00

sunset!!

2010-01-28T21:35:00.000-08:00

OH blue...deep blue

2010-01-27T21:07:00.000-08:00

I love how the sky is reflected in the windows :)

today.

2010-01-26T18:46:00.000-08:00

blue skies and sunshine

2010-01-25T20:17:00.001-08:00

today

2010-01-24T20:25:00.000-08:00

This is Casey's "baby". He chewed his eye off though....I'm sure it's a sign of affection.

We went to see Extraordinary Measures tonight. HIGHLY recommend it...and not just because it has Brendan Fraser and Harrison Ford, but because it's good. I almost can't stand it because of it's wonderfullness.

today's pic...my favorite verse

2010-01-23T21:47:00.000-08:00

day 14

2010-01-22T21:56:00.001-08:00

day 13..how unlucky

2010-01-21T17:51:00.000-08:00

I am officially giving up on night pictures until I get a tripod. BUT here was my last attempt. I had driven home under a tornado warning with the sirens blasting over Andrew Peterson playing on the radio, and when I got home, the storm hadn't come yet. All was peaceful and the moon was right over head. Odd how the sun can still shine even when darkness is coming.

the rich mullins story

2010-01-21T17:44:00.001-08:00

Well somehow or another...some friends seem to be in ignorance of our family's one claim to fame: Rich Mullins. When my parents were in college, my mom lived with a bunch of other girls at an old house owned by their church. Said old house, which I am told is really really cool, had a basement which everyone called The Lair. (Narnia throwback...love it) And on Friday nights, at the Lair, they would have lesser known artists come from Nashville and do little concerts that you could use to invite friends..kinda like an outreach. And one of those artists was....RICH MULLINS!!

So he came a few times I believe. Daddy got to kinda be good friends with him, they went hiking a ton and stuff, and apparently Rich Mullins made a funny face when Dad told him that he and my mom were getting married. And whenever Dad and Mom would go to Rich Mullin's concerts Dad would always go and talk to him afterwards..made him feel cool haha. :)

BUT the piano. Once on one of Rich Mullin's trips to the Lair, he didn't have a piano. And if you listen to Rich Mullin's music, he needs three things: hammer dulcimer, cups, and a piano. (and a heck more but ya know) So Mom said that she had a piano upstairs in her room. They got it tuned and everything. It was so wonderful and an amazing opportunity for our piano. (I think we should name our piano Rich in honor don't you?) But sadly, Rich Mullins played one song on our poor piano, and pronounced it stinky. SIGH. But hey.

So that's our claim to fame. Beat it lol :)

day 12...impressive

2010-01-20T20:42:00.000-08:00

Broken piano keys, worn down by time and use. Rich Mullins played these keys once, but was unimpressed. And it was tuned and everything! lol.

just singin and dancin in the rain

2010-01-19T14:41:00.001-08:00

day i forget what but here's the pic

2010-01-18T21:03:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it seems as if the road is very twisted and complex. But as we get closer, we se that God has already laid out the path :)

day whatever the heck this is

2010-01-17T21:57:00.000-08:00

:) OH and check out www.smilesandtrials.blogspot.com...I am so excited for this family that I absolutely love.

the sixteenth

2010-01-16T23:02:00.001-08:00

the 15ths picture

2010-01-16T22:43:00.000-08:00

and I DID take it on the fifteenth lol :)

days six and two

2010-01-14T18:25:00.000-08:00

Day six of my photo mission 2010 and day two of Casey. Looks like we're gonna keep him. :) I still love him...like, I can't stand it I love him so much.

day five and God's plan

2010-01-13T18:06:00.000-08:00

Ok. Here's day five's picture:This is Casey. Or, as I call him Casey Junior Coming Down the Track. His owner recently died at age 80 of cancer. Casey is two years old. And today I came home from work to the surprise of him. He is ADORABLE. As long as he doesn't bite or poop inside we're keeping him. :D I am so in love. Everytime he shakes his ears (like he just did) my heart skips a beat. He points at the door like a hunting dog or something. He's a basset hound but not one of those fat blubby ones. Thrills my heart. Just barked a few seconds ago for the first time and man was it low and loud. I am completely head over heels. I could just squish his ears forever. God has plans. And this one just blew my mind. :)

day four

2010-01-12T19:02:00.003-08:00

Molly was put to sleep today....the sunset wasn't nearly as brilliant as last night's...and I didn't get the English I wanted. Today was far from how I had it planned. But it was precisly how He had it.

day 3...haha doing pretty good

2010-01-11T20:53:00.001-08:00

day 2 and an award

2010-01-10T20:44:00.001-08:00

I have been given my first EVER blog award...I am so excited!! :) Thank you so much to Mandi for it. Mandi is the wife of a CEF missionary in Montgomery Alabama and is the mother to an ADORABLE little girl who just turned one. Mandi and her husband Sean are two of my heros and are amazing people...this summer they drove like an hour to come and pick me up so I could come to a birthday party in Montgomery. Check out her blog at www.capitolheightsmom.blogspot.com :D

And here is day two of my 356 day photo challenge:

356 days

2010-01-09T16:06:00.000-08:00

I have decided to do a year in photos thingamabobee but I started 9 days late....so it's 356 instead of 365 lol :) Here's day one.

it's hard

2010-01-04T13:30:00.001-08:00

Today we are saying goodbye to a very good friend of ours, a part of our hearts and lives.

Charlie was a miracle dog, an answer to prayer years and years ago. 12 to be exact. He was a good dog. A sweet puppy, protective and loving. But in these last few weeks he's been unlike himself. His back legs were no longer functioning and he was no longer happy. Mom left with Charlie not 15 minutes ago on the way to the vet. We are in mourning for a friend.

I have kissed his furry face one last time. I ruffled his ears and I buried my nose in his coat. I look at his eyes and I know he understands me. When I was praying last night I didn't hear God saying it would be alright because it isn't, it's sad and hard. But I heard Him say I love you. And that will be the rope that pulls us through this.

Bye Charlie, for all the trouble you were lately, I love you.

a reflective view

2010-01-02T23:00:00.001-08:00

We took down our Christmas decorations today.

Christmas is gone again.

I have to wait another year for Christmas presents.

But the good news is that my bday is literally only 6 months after Christmas to the DAY.

So, it's not too bad.

BUT ANYWAYS.....here's a deep post.

Could you find Him this past Christmas?

Amongst all the crud and crap of normal life...did He get lost?

Was there even room for him amongst all the cards and superficial shiny aspects of the season?

You do know He's the reason we have Christmas don't you? CHRISTmas? Hello!!

Don't let the Christ get lost amongst the mas of Christmas.

waiting

2010-01-01T22:50:00.001-08:00

Lately it seems that all my friends are getting engaged or are starting to date someone or other. I mean seriously, am I that old? I guess so.

And, however hard I try to not to, I wonder...when is it my turn? When will my Prince Charming waltz into the ballroom of my life? (Actually I like heros better than prince charmings, but a hero flying in to save me implies desperation and I am NOT that)

This whole waiting business is worse than Christmas. Way worse. When you're waiting for a Christmas present it sits under the tree. There's a definite day when you get it. You can poke and prod it and sometimes guess what it is. But, waiting for my Knight in Shining Armour, there's no package under the tree. I can't poke and prod, I can't even guess! In some ways I feel left out, I feel like if I did something different, then suddenly-like magic-there he would be. But, there's nothing I can do. I can just wait....and wait...and wait.

Someday I want my own love story. I would love to be able to have children and tell them about the day I met their father and how we fell in love and got married and how it was a beautiful fairy tale wedding and I felt like a Princess and he was amazing and handsome and he swept me off my feet and how years later I am still totally in love with him. But, as I picture this, the imaginary father to my imaginary children is little more than a black sillouette, a black blob. I die for the day when I can put a face to that shadow.

I have no male friend that I would marry right now. My heart has been captured by the qualities and wonderousness of fictional men who seem to be so much better than real men.

I wasn't going to post this originally, but...this is what's on my mind and heart right now.

I'm waiting. Waiting for the wide-eyed wonder of a Christmas morning when you see what your parents had in store for you for weeks, I'm waiting to see what God has in store. For the blindfold to be pulled off and see him. To have a face, a voice, a life to attach to the shadow in my mind. And I pray that he, whoever he turns out to be, is waiting for me too.

if......

2009-12-31T23:06:00.001-08:00

If you had told me in 2008.....

...that in 2009 we would leave the church we had been at for 7 years

...that in 2009 I would leave my small group and my friends and find a new church

...that in 2009 I would see 3 years work evaporate before my eyes

...that in 2009 I would go to the far off reaches of Wetumpka Alabama and work at a place called Adullam house for two months, a week, and two days precisely

...that in 2009 I would leave a large chunk of my heart 3 and a half hours away at Adullam House

...that in 2009 I would get a practically full paid scholarship to a local school

...that in 2009 I would end up totally loving school

...that in 2009 I would become who I am today

...that in 2009 I would get my license and enjoy driving myself

...that in 2009 I would see that God's plan is NO where near to my plan and that I have to accept that and follow Him.......

then I would have laughed in your face.

It's a new year people. 2009 was a year of change. It was a year of heartbreak and tears. A year of joys and laughter. It was probably the hardest year I've ever lived through yet. A year in which all that was familiar was stripped away, in school, in church, in everything. I grew and became someone different. In some ways more confident and in others not so much. Someone who not only can but enjoys going to school and doing well. Someone who made friends when she thought she wouldn't. I went from the summer of 2008, throwing up breakfast in the bathroom at CYIA training because of homesickness to in the summer of 2009 living away from home for the entire summer, meeting new people and falling in love with a ministry I had never dreamt existed. I found my life's calling. I know now what I want to do. Instead of the rapid career changes of 2008, 2009 showed me more what God has made me for and what He is calling me to do.

But for now, it's 2010. Something wonderful is going to happen this year, and not just because Dave said it. Something wonderful happens every year, every day, every second. LIFE itself is something wonderful. It is wonderful. Not as a predicate adjective, but a noun. Life is wonderful. Enjoy 2010. Live.

i am posting

2009-12-30T17:01:00.000-08:00

I am posting! *Fanfare* *trumpets* *glorious noises*
I do not have a big head.
The end.

I posted.

a breaking news update

2009-12-18T22:13:00.000-08:00

Well I am a done with finals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) and consequently do not find myself with the huge amount of free time I thought I would. BUT, I am planning on reading and blogging a ton. OH and speaking of blogs, if you're interested, www.mycharmingkids.net is having a GREAT Christmas giveaway that I couldn't keep to myself any longer lol...actually seriously don't enter. lol I want a higher probability of winning. Trust me, I suffered through Finite Math this semester, I know probability.

couldn't resist

2009-12-11T21:21:00.000-08:00

In the spirit of our past HSM pics.........

driving oddities

2009-12-11T11:57:00.000-08:00

I'm a wierd kid, can we just establish that as a universally acknowledged fact? As as such, I am a strange driver. Here's some proof:

*DISCLAIMER: I am a good driver, as far as technique and following the speed limit etc go, I'm just strange. ok. good

1.) I stare at the light VERY hard to be completely sure of the color that's lit. I guess I'm afraid of colorblindess or something. I'm sure there's a word for it.

2.) I go 40 in the 40 zone. Amazing fact, I know. The rest of Huntsville does not. But, I do.

3.) I am in LOVE with the sound of the knob to turn on the windshield wipers. Seriously, I will turn them on and off just to hear the click. I love it.

4.) I don't like people who over do the speed of the wipers, as much as I am in love with them.

5.) I think stop signs are cute. They're tiny little red octagons and I think they're terribly adorable.

6.) I don't like bikers on the street. Come on, I don't drive on your sidewalk, so don't ride on my road. lol.

BUT anyways....yeah. I don't know what is but anyways-but anyways! :)

lessons from a vacuum

2009-12-01T10:18:00.000-08:00

So...I still have all those posts to, eh, post. :) But, they will have to wait. In fact, I'm not sure how much blogging I'll have time for over the next few weeks what with finals and all.

But anyways. This morning I was vacuuming the family room for my mom. And, as I was just zooming all around, lamenting the fact that once again our vacuum is dying down, all of a sudden it totally sucked up the pully-string-thing on Caelon's innocent Christmas train. As I turned off the vacuum and bent down to extricate the string from the vacuum, my brain went into one of it's random deep thinking moments.

yes, they do happen occasionally

Pretend the vacuum is you, or me, when we're angry. We just go around all in a humph and all upset about something very small, and before we know it, we've sucked up somehting that was just lying there innocently. We've lashed out irrationally at a sibling, or a mountain has been made from a mole-hill.

Now, guess what, after my being all spiritual and thinking what a great devo this would make, happened. Can you guess? OF COURSE! God gave me a chance to live out what I had noticed. Within seconds. I was running out of time to get ready to go to school, my sisters consumed like 20 rolls the other day (the rolls that I was planning on packing in my lunch), Caelon became exceedingly fussy, my sister went into my room without explaination and I blew up at her, thing after thing after thing. It was ridiculous. Finally, I caught on. And when, after a long search, I found the Ricolas, picked them up, and watched them fall all over my floor, I didn't lose it. I calmly picked them up. God help me not be like a vacuum, I don't want to be so upset that I recklessly suck up anger.

So...that's my brain being deep. Don't happen often, but when it does, it does lol :)

i have not yet begun to blog

2009-11-24T08:21:00.000-08:00

I have posts coming. SEVERAL posts coming. My brain is sorting them out. I am planning what I shall say. And I shall say it. I have several things to say.
BUT...anyways.
Is my blogging a waste of time? I have been asking myself that alot recently. I don't have any children, in which case I could offer helpful hints on parenting. I'm not married, so I have no advice to give on that subject. I'm just me. And I'm actually pretty sure I have blogged this before so I'm not going to give a big speal about it again. But, I enjoy blogging. And that is why I do it. Naturally, I would love to have 20000000 readers and be able to see 2092382983 comments on my posts each day like some of the blogs I read have. But, for right now, for right here, I am who I am. I am a blogger. I am probably one of the few 18 year old bloggers out there, lol. But, it's all good :-) Thank you for reading. I really appreciate it.

what goes on in this brain called me

2009-11-21T12:07:00.001-08:00

Here is a sneak peak into my brain...which I know you all wanted. :-)

Me: goes to concert

Me: watches concert

Me: thinks, wow, that looks like so much fun to be in a band.

Me: thinks, dude, I have three sisters

Me: thinks, dude, sisterly bandness.

Me: spreads idea

Me: picks up guitar

Me: grows discouraged quickly

Me: doesn't give up.

SO, there we have it. I am trying to learn guitar and enthuse my sibs so that we can have an AWESOME band lol :)

please pray

2009-11-18T09:12:00.000-08:00

Please pray for my English teacher. Lately in class she has just suddenly been promoting her own views on things that have absolutely nothing to do with what we are learning about. Like feminism, which I already posted about. But then it's just become apparent lately that she is in fact very liberal. And I think, that for all she claims tolerance, she wouldn't like me very much if I went full blown and contradicted her. So far I haven't because, like I said, this is English class. She only brings these things up as examples for essays. But, it is really annoying. I am so glad that we only have 5 classes left. But please pray for her, that she would come to see Jesus for who He is and that He would change her heart.

save the world

2009-11-15T11:29:00.000-08:00

Last night we watched two drastically different movies: Mr. Holland's Opus and Air Force One. In Mr. Holland's Opus, the worst behavior is that someone gets mad and shouts a few cuss words every now and then. In Air Force One it's blood blood everywhere. However, they are both absolutely amazing movies.

Movies like Mr. Holland's Opus always make me so wistful. If only I could make an impact like that. If only I could make such a difference in so many lives. I mean, gosh, what woudn't I give for that. Then it hit me....Mr. Holland didn't know that he was doing it while he was. While he was teaching for 30 years at that school he had no idea of the impact he was having. To him it was just a hard job that he didn't want at first. It was just his normal everyday life. Maybe he too watched films or heard stories and thought to himself, man if only I... Maybe I am having an impact. Maybe in 30 years I suddenly will have this life changing, inspiring story to tell people. Maybe I wont'. But the fact of the matter is, I don't know. I have to live my life as if I were. I need to be living each moment for an impact. Every and each single moment. Every moment counts. I don't want 30 years to go by without my having a single impact on anyone. I want to live a life that becomes my opus...my greatest moment.

I thought alot, apparently, about these movies. Both Mr. Holland's Opus and Air Force One are saving the world movies. Harrison Ford saves the world by punching and shooting and getting rid of the bad guys and being a remarkable hero. Mr. Holland saves the world by going to his job every single day. Harrison Ford may save the whole country, but Mr. Holland saved the lives of hundreds of students by caring. And they both end up fighting for their families.

When I was younger, I wanted the life full of adventure. I was going to marry someone adventurous and go live the life of high adventure and danger. But for quite some time I have wanted the complete opposite. I don't want a life full of danger and saving the world as a whole. My biggest dream is adoption. I want to save the lives of several children. I may not be able to save the whole world, but I sure as heck can save theirs. And I won't do that by living a life of travel and danger. I'll do it by leading a perfectly normal life. Movies like Air Force One make me very sure of that fact. :-) I want to save the world. I want to change it. I want to leave and impact. But, I want to be an ordinary hero. One who does it from my own town. One who quietly goes about life, living it to it's fullest and therefore having the bIgGeSt impact I could ever have.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYo67-n7E-Q&feature=related

on girls and boys and other things

2009-11-14T12:26:00.001-08:00

The other day an 8 year old girl came into work talking about her new boyfriend and how HOT he was, etc. Quickly growing weary of hearing about his hottness, I asked her what he was like.

"Oh, what? Oh yeah. He's hot."

"Yeah, honey, you said that. But that's what he looks like. What's he like?"

"Oh. He's really nice."

That was it. Four words to describe the real him and volumes upon volumes of gush over his physical appearance. (it was like they were broken records or something. Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot hot......) Now, I know. She's only 8. She's not supposed to know what great qualities to look for in a guy, because she's NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKING!!!! She's 8 for gosh's sake. But what struck me is how she, at such an early age, was so attracted to some bum of a fourth grader's physical appearance. That was the only reason she was "dating" him.

And you know, that doesn't just start in third grade. Nor does it stop there. You find the same qualifications for dateableness in fifth grade. Seventh grade. Ninth grade. Eleventh grade.... And it's SAD. It is so sad. Somewhere along the way we as girls lost sight of 1 Samuel 15:7. ("God does not see the same way people see. People look on the outside of a person, but the Lord looks at the heart.")

Don't be satisfied with a "hot body". Don't let that be enough in a guy. Look for a "hot personality". Look for a guy with a heart after God's. Look for a guy passionate about worshipping and serving God! Forget about what he should look like in order for you to like him. Ask God to help you see what he should be like in order for you to like him.

I have a really good friend, Jennifer, who-along with a friend of hers in B'ham-have started a blog all about stuff like this....it's amazing. jenniferandkathryn.blogspot.com

Satan is attacking hearts. He is drawing girls away bc of obbession with physical appearance only. Don't let a guy's cute looks be enough..dig deeper. See his heart. See who he really and truly is.

my lucious new books :-)

2009-11-02T20:49:00.000-08:00

photography

2009-11-02T20:40:00.000-08:00

Lately I've been seing the world in a series of photographs. Everytime I see something I think to myself, "how beautiful a photograph would that make?" Last night I got out my Mom's old fancy film camera. I messed around with the different lenses and took a picture. But, since it is film and I was inside at night, I decided to wait until a bright, sunny day to mess around some more. However, just from the one picture I took, I am so grateful for digital cameras. Not so much for the display whilst taking a picture, but for the display after. I love the delete option. But, one thing that I like about Mom's old camera over my digital is the manual focus proponent. I love the "in control" feeling of choosing precisly what I'm focusing on. I'm gonna try and scan the pics into the comp if any turn out lol. :) So I'll be sure and post them.

epic failure lol

2009-10-31T13:38:00.000-07:00

Some people do not need to try and be organized...it just backfires....I am one of them.

So, we're camping, right? Well...camping and being a college student don't mix so we set off in search of wifi this morning. Fastfoward to like 3 hours of decision making and 30 mins of driving later...my sister and I are sitting in the creepiest library EVER! For those who have ever read "HELP I'm a Prisoner in the Library", think along those lines...only it doesn't look that cool. But the whole blasted point of doing this was so that I could study for history and my sister could study for Spanish. Well...kudos to my sister for bringing her stuff. In my hasty packing yesterday, I brought everything but my study guide/notes for history. I brought my notebook and textbook but I left my study guide in my room somewhere. I'm feeling really blonde actually. So...creepy library, trying to forge my own study guide out of the book my teacher barely teaches from...sounds fun huh?

me at creepy library lol :)

Well...at least I got dad's birthday present made.

imagine....

2009-10-29T21:21:00.000-07:00

Close your eyes and imagine.

A whole room full of beautiful children that our society has deemed "special" and "needs".

All sitting in a circle, all looking at one girl who is sitting in a red velvet chair.

She is about to sing.

Her feet are crooked, she has trouble walking. While all the other children jumped over a pile of scarves, I picked her up and helped her fly like superman.

The music begins, and she begs for it to be loud. And then she begins to sing along.

This girl, who society considers an outcast, facing surgery tomorrow for her feet, begins to sing a beautiful song about taking the long road to her dreams. Everyone, child and adult alike, is silent. listening. Then...as the music fades and her sweet voice stops, she turns to a little girl sitting next to her.

This little girl has down's syndrome, has battled lukemia twice...and is still fighting. And this sweet girl, with surgery on the horizon, turns to her and says, "I dedicated this song to you, because I know how you never give up."

Maybe it's the rest of us who have needs, because these kids are pretty dogon special.

molly pitcher

2009-10-28T20:57:00.000-07:00

She carried the buckets back, forth, to, and fro,

the cannons roared round her, loud, long, and low.

With a grunt and a groan the men loaded them.

With a crash and a boom they went off again.

Her ears were now ringing with the fierce sounds of war,

but still she went bravely, though her arms were most sore.

She'd carried the water all day and all night,

just for the one that she loved with her might.

Her hear beat for him just as surely as those

booms of the cannon went on and smoke rose.

Then suddenly, stopping with bucket in hand,

she saw her love fall, fall down onto the land.

She knew he was done, and her legs went quite weak,

yet she finished her task, rubbed a tear from her cheek,

and went on to pick up her hurt husband's job,

loading the cannon balls, pushing the rod,

and fighting most bravely till battle was won,

a patriot most bold, and as brave as they come.

exercise nutty parents

2009-10-28T20:49:00.000-07:00

I hate the parents who, when they come to pick up their children, are clad in exercise clothes. Why? Well, I highly doubt that that's what they wear to work. No one who's kids go to the school where I work is an aerobics instructor. So, it shows that they did not come to pick up their child directly after work. Come on!! I don't care how "in shape" you want to look. Pick your kid up and the heck out of here. Take them for a walk for gosh's sake. That's exercise. And the laughter that will come from being with your child will shed pounds faster than going on an ipod-date to the gym. Exercise with your child after you pick them up...it's both a savings and a bond.

feminism

2009-10-28T09:25:00.000-07:00

My English teacher is a feminist. I am not. I do not believe in the "empowerment" of women, and being "emotionally independent of a man". I mean, for gosh's sake, why get married just to be emotionally independent? What's wrong with relying on a guy? In my home, my dad does the bills. I was raised believing this to be perfectly normal and acceptable behavior. Not until recently did I realize that in most families, the mom does the bills. Because I was unused to this, at first it struck me as female dominance and overdominating mothers. Now, I know that it's not, it's just the way most normal families are. (And I am NOT docking any mother who does.....kudos to you, you're far smarter than I am because I don't think I could, lol) I believe that there are things that a woman can do better than a man can do. And I believe that there are things a man can do better than a woman can do. I mean, guys can't have babies, hello! And I don't think that girls would be too good at hard labor jobs, and still be girls. I am not a feminist. I am a girl. living in a feministic world. trying to keep perspective.

* this post is a ramble. It probably did not make ANY sense at all. I may delete it later. But, it's my blog and I reserve the rights to state my opinion. This is America after all....wait.....maybe I don't. lol :)

a problematic, yet not surprising, situation

2009-10-27T20:40:00.000-07:00

Is it any really big question why our young girls are the way they are? when at age 6 they are introduced to the world of dating, break ups, and Taylor Swift? Now, I love Taylor Swfit. I'm 18. I'm supposed to. But, to listen to an 8 year old singing "I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale...." is a little bit too much. At 8 years old, you're supposed to believe that you are a princess, and that Prince Charming really is out there. Not the opposite. So, it is a little sickening. But, by looking at the average elementary aged girl's "love life", it's not totally surprising. The average elementary aged girl has about 1 boyfriend every week. (every two if it's a really good relationship) Crushes abound, and many young hearts get "broken". And for a 10 year old to be singe is sad, for an 18 year old, unheard of. To many of the little girls I work with, my singleness is a great mystery. They simply can't believe that I could have lived 18 years without ever once having a boyfriend. Our culture (cough, disney, cough) has sadly warped these young girls' minds. However, unlike many of them will at my age, I believe that I am a princess, and that my Prince Charming is still out there somewhere.

artistry

2009-10-25T20:39:00.000-07:00

Lately I have been listening to a LOT of Brandon Heath on Youtube. And subsequently, he has become my new favorite artist. I love his songs. All his songs. But my favorites are "Wait and See", "I'm Not Who I Was", "Give Me Your Eyes", and I really like "London".

And I think that the reason that I like Wait and See (from which I got my blog title) is because it's so true and applicable to my own personal life. I have many dreams, some serious and some very silly. Some that are likely to happen, and some that will probably NEVER happen. But despite all my dreams, I do not know where my future is headed. All I know is that I am following God, one day at a time...seeking His will as I walk. But the glorious thing is...I don't have to know what's ahead. God already knows. And I can rest secure in that knowledge. The knowledge that "a battle's already been waged for my destiny." (stealing a qoute from Francisca here lol) Despite what I think that I may do with my life...I don't have to worry about messing up what God has planned. He will bring it to pass. And this encourages me. God has already written a beautiful story for me....I'm just waiting for the pages to turn. :)

a tale of woe and stupid internet

2009-10-23T11:48:00.000-07:00

Last night, at precisly 12:00 am registration for the spring semester began. And so I waited up until midnight, watched My Fair Lady and some Dick Van Dyke, and then at 11:50 thought "Hey! I'll be super sneaky...I'll just pull up all my classes now so that at 12:00 all I have to do is click 'submit' and be done!!" HAHA. yeah right. So, when I hit the submit button last night I wait for 5 minutes as it thinks, only to be greeted with a 'your session has timed out' message. I immediatly try to pull up registration again, but after waiting 3 minutes and getting nowhere, hurridly raced for the main computer. I wait for 10 minutes, finally the first page loads. I slowly and deliberatly click on the correct link. I wait another 10 minutes. I sign in. I wait 10 minutes. Then, finally I am able to put in my class numbers etc, and what do I do???? I accidentally hit the back button. I wanted to kill myself. But, I didn't lol. So, I wait another 10 minutes, and another 10, and another 10, and finally, carefully, painstakingly excruiatingly, I register for classes. I wait for another 10 minutes for confirmation. At 1:00 am I update my facebook status: after a long and arduous battle with the webadvisor evilness of Calhoun's spring registration, Taylor has finally completed her task and is now ready to sink down into the soft gloriousness of her bed...from which she will undoubtedly be summoned at 7:00 by a two year old calling her name and begging to watch "big bad wolf" on her ipod.

And then this morning, when I logged in again just to make sure it had worked.....it booted up right away. SIGH don't you just love today's technology?????

soup soup soup soup and more soup

2009-10-19T14:47:00.000-07:00

I freakin LOVE soup!!! I do, I seriously do. And whilst I was gone this weekend, my wonderful mother and sisters made the best tasting, creamiest soup EVER!! I tried taking a picture of it so I could show you it's wonderfulness, but eh.....yeah. lol. Soup apparently isn't photogenic.

I didn't have my English class this morning, a fact for which I was most grateful. Instead I stayed home this morning and worked on my Research Essay, the rough draft of which is due on Wednesday-a fact for which I am NOT most grateful. :-) I plan on completing the paper tonight, it is quite near being done, and then doing something slobbish. But first, I must go and snitch some more soup since Erin doesn't want to eat yet :-( sob sob.

heh heh yeah

2009-10-15T20:28:00.000-07:00

So...blogging. I stink at it. Let's be honest. I do. I really do. Hence the fact that I have NOT blogged in a very long time. Not as long as some people *cough*susie*cough* Just kidding darling. :-) lol. Anyways. So...I guess the reason I've not been blogging is because all that I do is school and work and honestly who wants to hear about that. No one, because it's boring and basic. If you blog, you should be like an amazing parent or lead an amazing life in the jungle (not sure how you get internet access there but ya know) or be like a photographer. Maybe someday I'll post some of my pics. I don't know. But my point is, that I'm ordinary. And so my blog shall be about ordinary things. And I will try my best to make ordinary things sound interesting...but sometimes they can't. But I fight the ordinary battle. I stand for justice in my small world. I like to think that I make a difference but I may never know. But perhaps it's the little things that we think are the most insignificant that in all actuality have the most impact. Maybe it really is the smile at a store clerk that saves their day, maybe it is the "how are you?" that may in some small way keep someone from throwing their life away, maybe it is being involved in someone's life that you sit next to in class and remembering the details they told you and being interested in them. THOSE are the things that make a difference. And you don't have to be a mom of 32 kids or be an amazing photographer or be living in the jungle to do it. You can do it right exactically where you are sitting.

But, you can't exactly blog about it. Unless you want a word by word description of every conversation I have throughout my day. And I'm sure you do....

Me: Hey!

Person: Hey!

Me: How are you doing today?

Person: Good, you?

Me: I'm doing well....

Ok, yeah. BORING. So, that's my life lately. Saving the world one smile at a time. (And boy did that sound like an orthodontist add lol ) See yous next time when I blog about having nothing to blog about. :-)