You could have just as easily lied to me. You could have gone and partied and I would have never known. Had I even asked about the party, I wouldn't have been so specific and a vague "It was fun" would have left me still clueless. But you didn't do that...
You didn't call me to ask for my advice, my opinion, or even my approval. You just called me to explain the situation and to tell me you decided not to go.
That's how I know you didn't do it for me. You did it for yourself because you're better than that, and you know it.
I know that you're better than that as well. That phone call only helped to prove my point.
Thank you for breaking the mold, and for offering me something better than I could have even imagined.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
smile!
Somebody randomly approached me today and told me that I have a beautiful smile.
I wish words could even begin to explain how much that meant to me, and how happy I am now because of it.
It makes waiting for my implant a little bit easier, and it makes these past eight years seem like a little bit less of such a waste of time.
Personally, I think God put me through such a struggle with my teeth because he knew how often I smile and that after all of this, I'd deeply appreciate having an attractive one.
I'm adding it to my list of blessings.
I wish words could even begin to explain how much that meant to me, and how happy I am now because of it.
It makes waiting for my implant a little bit easier, and it makes these past eight years seem like a little bit less of such a waste of time.
Personally, I think God put me through such a struggle with my teeth because he knew how often I smile and that after all of this, I'd deeply appreciate having an attractive one.
I'm adding it to my list of blessings.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
our conversations are always my favorites anyways ;)
It's amazing how all it takes is a deep, good hearted conversation with a friend to settle you down. Sometimes you need to bring out the bad in order to find the good. It may bring up some uneasy feelings but in my opinion, it's better to be hurt by a friends tough love for the moment than to be left with a long term pain from unreasonable problems between the two of you. I don't regret mentioning a damn thing for that very reason. You were the one that taught me to stand up for myself afterall, and you taught me well.
I really am sorry. If I didn't apologize enough earlier, then I'm sorry for that too, but I really should have let you know how I felt. I feel a lot better now though knowing that you and I are the type of friends that may disagree on a lot of things, but we share a common ground... and that's that we care for one another. I especially love that we are each tough, stubborn, and independent, always ready to stand our ground for what we believe in. It makes our arguments twice as meaningful once we are able to reach the lesson buried beneath it all.
Thank you for helping me to become a better person by questioning my beliefs and my intentions, and thank you for offering me the amount of support that you've always been readily available with.
I love you, girl.
I really am sorry. If I didn't apologize enough earlier, then I'm sorry for that too, but I really should have let you know how I felt. I feel a lot better now though knowing that you and I are the type of friends that may disagree on a lot of things, but we share a common ground... and that's that we care for one another. I especially love that we are each tough, stubborn, and independent, always ready to stand our ground for what we believe in. It makes our arguments twice as meaningful once we are able to reach the lesson buried beneath it all.
Thank you for helping me to become a better person by questioning my beliefs and my intentions, and thank you for offering me the amount of support that you've always been readily available with.
I love you, girl.
Monday, January 19, 2009
life is a road.
I'm laying here, in my babe's arms, blogging from my iPhone. He fell asleep a few minutes ago and so I'm trying to do this as quietly as possible, and without moving around too much. I wish I could curl up and go to sleep too but 1. my mind is racing and 2. I can't help but watch him sleep. His chest rises and falls with every breath, but his arms never loosen their grip around me. It makes me smile. If you look hard you'll even notice the corners of his lips curl up as if he's got his signature smart-ass smirk on. This makes me smile too.
I've been lying here for a while thinking of the sharp curves life has thrown in my direction in just these past couple months.
I'll be the first to admit that I was stubborn in the beginning. I thought I knew what was best for myself, and so I tried to clear my own path for my life. I fought through thickets of denial, excuses, and blame never really knowing that God had a paved road already ready for me to ride along. One step at a time I made my way back to His road as I accepted that God knew what was best for me and would lead me to it.
Laying here today leaves me with not a doubt that this is what I've been waiting for. I can't imagine anywhere or anyone better for myself.
Thinking about this paved road also leaves me wondering where we're headed next.
Will there be lots of twists and turns, or will it be a straight easy trip? Will the road be forked, or will it be one way? If it's forked, will our roads come together again, or will they lead each of us to different fates?
Justin and I are headed towards essentially huge parts of our lives. He's entering the United States Navy in less than a year, and I'll be finishing up high school and moving on to college, and possibly away from home. I don't really know what this entails for us as a couple. We've talked about being together while he's away for those four years, and we're determined to make it through but who's to say we're traveling on the same road hand in hand from here on out? And if we're not, will we fight again to make our own path...will we find a way to be together when he comes home from the Navy?
Will we even still believe we're best for each other?
Sometimes I feel as if we need to talk about it, but what is there to really say? Nobody knows just what the future holds so nobody knows how to prepare themselves.
It's exciting but I'm scared.
I've been lying here for a while thinking of the sharp curves life has thrown in my direction in just these past couple months.
I'll be the first to admit that I was stubborn in the beginning. I thought I knew what was best for myself, and so I tried to clear my own path for my life. I fought through thickets of denial, excuses, and blame never really knowing that God had a paved road already ready for me to ride along. One step at a time I made my way back to His road as I accepted that God knew what was best for me and would lead me to it.
Laying here today leaves me with not a doubt that this is what I've been waiting for. I can't imagine anywhere or anyone better for myself.
Thinking about this paved road also leaves me wondering where we're headed next.
Will there be lots of twists and turns, or will it be a straight easy trip? Will the road be forked, or will it be one way? If it's forked, will our roads come together again, or will they lead each of us to different fates?
Justin and I are headed towards essentially huge parts of our lives. He's entering the United States Navy in less than a year, and I'll be finishing up high school and moving on to college, and possibly away from home. I don't really know what this entails for us as a couple. We've talked about being together while he's away for those four years, and we're determined to make it through but who's to say we're traveling on the same road hand in hand from here on out? And if we're not, will we fight again to make our own path...will we find a way to be together when he comes home from the Navy?
Will we even still believe we're best for each other?
Sometimes I feel as if we need to talk about it, but what is there to really say? Nobody knows just what the future holds so nobody knows how to prepare themselves.
It's exciting but I'm scared.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Life Is Good.
"It's amazing how you can look at that sticker...Life Is Good...and those three little words can encapsulate the love you have for each day here, and make you think- damn, life really is good."- Jimmy.
FINALLY somebody sees it like I do.
Thank you Jimmy for proving my point.
FINALLY somebody sees it like I do.
Thank you Jimmy for proving my point.
I'm all talk.
I like to pretend I know exactly what I'm doing, but I actually have no idea. I don't think any of us really do.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
i'm sorry if i worried you.
I will probably never know what it is that triggers thoughts suddenly, sending them flying from somewhere in the depths of your brain as far forth as possible and causing you suddenly to remember them with as much detail as if it were the day on which it happened. Sometimes these flashbacks push on the backs of your eyes, making it nearly impossible for you to fight back tears; other times, they're pleasant memories that leave you hiding sudden gigantic smiles... Surely you don't want whoever you're with to think you belong in the loony bin.
Tonight flashbacks merely allowed a blanket of uneasiness to wrap me in a deceitful embrace. The drive home was exactly what I needed, however. Sometimes it does me good to have even a half hour to myself to tuck my worries back into the crevices of me from which they crawled. It allows me to maintain my fearless, independent reputation in front of a crowd... or to try to create one, anyways. Maybe I'm pathetic... I probably am, but it's the only way I've ever known to handle myself.
I also started thinking today how hard it's been for me to open myself up to somebody that's only ever had the biggest heart and the best intentions. Once I begin thinking about that, my mind shifts to how unatrractive that must be on my part. I hate that I put you through this alongside myself. I hate that because it's hard for me to finally accept somebody so genuinely respective of me(now that I've actually found one), it's probably punishment for you because I'm not ever sure how to offer you the same thoughtfulness in return... though you deserve even more than that.
Maybe sometime I'd like to talk about it. Today I should have, but I didn't want to get into it with not much time to spare.
Just know that I'm doing my best, but it's hard not to get overwhelmed once in a while. I'm working on learning how to handle it a little better as well.
I promise.
Tonight flashbacks merely allowed a blanket of uneasiness to wrap me in a deceitful embrace. The drive home was exactly what I needed, however. Sometimes it does me good to have even a half hour to myself to tuck my worries back into the crevices of me from which they crawled. It allows me to maintain my fearless, independent reputation in front of a crowd... or to try to create one, anyways. Maybe I'm pathetic... I probably am, but it's the only way I've ever known to handle myself.
I also started thinking today how hard it's been for me to open myself up to somebody that's only ever had the biggest heart and the best intentions. Once I begin thinking about that, my mind shifts to how unatrractive that must be on my part. I hate that I put you through this alongside myself. I hate that because it's hard for me to finally accept somebody so genuinely respective of me(now that I've actually found one), it's probably punishment for you because I'm not ever sure how to offer you the same thoughtfulness in return... though you deserve even more than that.
Maybe sometime I'd like to talk about it. Today I should have, but I didn't want to get into it with not much time to spare.
Just know that I'm doing my best, but it's hard not to get overwhelmed once in a while. I'm working on learning how to handle it a little better as well.
I promise.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Welcome, 2009.
It's hard to believe that an entire year ago, I was racing down Immokalee Road, running 4 miles in the freezing cold to a bathroom, only to end up peeing my pants as I reached for the door handle. I still think it was a good way to start 2008.
Although 2009 probably didn't start so energetically, I still think it will be something I'll always remember.
I looked out my window at Gatlinburg...fireworks flooded the sky, cheering roared from the streets at the base of the mountain, lights flashed, noisemakers echoed throughout the mountains, and clouds of bubbles floated everywhere. My entire family was at the New Years Party downtown, but because I had been sick, I wasn't allowed to go. Instead I laid in my top bunk, under piles of blankets, still shivering until I got a call from Justin. He was supposed to be at a big New Years Party as well, but told me he had gotten sick and stayed home in bed... a weird coicidence, right?
We made each other a promise right then at midnight, and so I'm saving my first kiss of 2009 for him.
...It's been tempting though with all these babies here ;)
Although 2009 probably didn't start so energetically, I still think it will be something I'll always remember.
I looked out my window at Gatlinburg...fireworks flooded the sky, cheering roared from the streets at the base of the mountain, lights flashed, noisemakers echoed throughout the mountains, and clouds of bubbles floated everywhere. My entire family was at the New Years Party downtown, but because I had been sick, I wasn't allowed to go. Instead I laid in my top bunk, under piles of blankets, still shivering until I got a call from Justin. He was supposed to be at a big New Years Party as well, but told me he had gotten sick and stayed home in bed... a weird coicidence, right?
We made each other a promise right then at midnight, and so I'm saving my first kiss of 2009 for him.
...It's been tempting though with all these babies here ;)
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Scared!
Sitting alone in this cabin at night probably would be actually very enjoyable if I weren't such a baby, pacing the halls and cringing with every tick from the big clock cornered by the door.
The phone keeps ringing, but upon answering it, I am met with a dial tone. As I try to call out, an operator informs me that my own phone line has been disconnected.
I do my best to believe it each time until it mysteriously rings again.
It kills me to admit that I know the story of the one armed man isn't true, but I still half expect to have him come crashing through the sliding glass doors in the absense of my family. It also kills me to admit that I've been calling around, looking for somebody to stay on the phone with me long enough to allow my stomach to settle. Nobody is answering though so I'll either sit here until I get over all of this, or shit my pants... one of the two.
The phone keeps ringing, but upon answering it, I am met with a dial tone. As I try to call out, an operator informs me that my own phone line has been disconnected.
I do my best to believe it each time until it mysteriously rings again.
It kills me to admit that I know the story of the one armed man isn't true, but I still half expect to have him come crashing through the sliding glass doors in the absense of my family. It also kills me to admit that I've been calling around, looking for somebody to stay on the phone with me long enough to allow my stomach to settle. Nobody is answering though so I'll either sit here until I get over all of this, or shit my pants... one of the two.
The Dungeon.
"The dungeon," as I like to call it, is the coldest darkest bedroom of the cabin. It is 2 stories below the cabin's main living area, and because the kids of the cabin are not allowed down to that room, the fact that is has no door is usually not too much of a problem.
This morning, however, I laid in bed listening to 18 sets of tiny toddler toes creaking down the stairs. There was nothing I could do, and God knows I wasn't going to jump out of bed to stop them, so I pulled the blankets up over my head and muttered an, "oh shit."
They flooded the room, screaming at the top of their lungs, and pulling themselves onto my top bunk, as well as Jeff's. They jumped on us, and started a chant..."WAKE UP LAZY BUMS! WAKE UP LAZY BUMS! WAKE UP LAZY BUMS!"
Rileigh led the chant, Morgan saddled Jeff's back, Lelaine stood at the doorway yelling threats, Dakota jumped up and down on my bed, Matthew pulled on my hair, and the rest of them just screamed their lungs out.
As irritated as I was, I had to laugh... what a way to start the day, right?
Lelaine yelled, "If you don't get up, we're going to leave you here while we go to Dollywood."
hah... Dollywood's a bore.
"Hey, Lelaine... leave me then. Let me sleep. Teach me a lesson," I replied, and so all the kids laughed and scrambled out of the room to "teach us a lesson."
mmmm, peace and quiet.
I'm alone in the cabin now... sitting out on the balcony, watching the fog roll over the mountain tops. It's quiet enough now to allow me to do some thinking.
So far, all that's come to mind is the time I have left here... only 2 days, and I know that won't be nearly enough.
It's going to require quite an effort to drag me to Naples, from here at "home."
This morning, however, I laid in bed listening to 18 sets of tiny toddler toes creaking down the stairs. There was nothing I could do, and God knows I wasn't going to jump out of bed to stop them, so I pulled the blankets up over my head and muttered an, "oh shit."
They flooded the room, screaming at the top of their lungs, and pulling themselves onto my top bunk, as well as Jeff's. They jumped on us, and started a chant..."WAKE UP LAZY BUMS! WAKE UP LAZY BUMS! WAKE UP LAZY BUMS!"
Rileigh led the chant, Morgan saddled Jeff's back, Lelaine stood at the doorway yelling threats, Dakota jumped up and down on my bed, Matthew pulled on my hair, and the rest of them just screamed their lungs out.
As irritated as I was, I had to laugh... what a way to start the day, right?
Lelaine yelled, "If you don't get up, we're going to leave you here while we go to Dollywood."
hah... Dollywood's a bore.
"Hey, Lelaine... leave me then. Let me sleep. Teach me a lesson," I replied, and so all the kids laughed and scrambled out of the room to "teach us a lesson."
mmmm, peace and quiet.
I'm alone in the cabin now... sitting out on the balcony, watching the fog roll over the mountain tops. It's quiet enough now to allow me to do some thinking.
So far, all that's come to mind is the time I have left here... only 2 days, and I know that won't be nearly enough.
It's going to require quite an effort to drag me to Naples, from here at "home."
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
I miss you, already.
As most everyone else in the cabin called it a night, I crept down from my top bunk, as quietly as I could, climbed three flights of stairs, and found myself a cozy corner of the couch in the loft, from which I now am writing. A small retractable reading lamp is extended from the wall bent over my lap, and the TV offers background noise for an otherwise silent cabin. I haven't had the chance to sleep much in the past couple days. I've gotten in maybe a few hours of sleep at the most, yet I can't seem to fall asleep now that I have the opportunity to do so.
I went for a walk tonight...wandered down the mountain side, jumped through a pile of big crunchy leaves, sat on the bank, and watched my breath against the cold night air as I decided I'd love to spend the rest of my life here. Something was missing though... your heart, beating in sync with mine.
Partially unsatisfied, I then walked back to the cabin to spend a while lying down before the warm fire...
All I wish is that you could see the view I've tried to explain to you so many times before. I want you to appreciate this like I do, to stand in awe of such beauty alongside me.
There is an empty spot beside me on this couch, an empty hand for you to hold, and an extra mug for hot chocolate...
It seems so simple, but they will probably always overlook such perfection.
I went for a walk tonight...wandered down the mountain side, jumped through a pile of big crunchy leaves, sat on the bank, and watched my breath against the cold night air as I decided I'd love to spend the rest of my life here. Something was missing though... your heart, beating in sync with mine.
Partially unsatisfied, I then walked back to the cabin to spend a while lying down before the warm fire...
All I wish is that you could see the view I've tried to explain to you so many times before. I want you to appreciate this like I do, to stand in awe of such beauty alongside me.
There is an empty spot beside me on this couch, an empty hand for you to hold, and an extra mug for hot chocolate...
It seems so simple, but they will probably always overlook such perfection.
It's going to be a long drive.
Jalapeno potato chips and trail mix generally do not make for a very nutritional breakfast; however, stopping at a Circle K at seven in the morning doesn't leave you with too many other options. I'm not complaining thogh. My tongue's on fire and it's enough to keep me from speaking my mind.
Trust me; nobody wants to hear what I have to say anyways...
I am currently sitting in a Toyota 4-runner, knees to my chest, and my laptop balanced atop. Unfortunately, I'm also watching my father dance to weird techno songs in between singing along with Celine Dion to the Titanic soundtrack. A CD of O.A.R. songs Justin put together for me last night, originally intended to help this drive pass by more quickly, actually has me thinking of him, wishing he were right here with me. My right buttcheek is asleep, but i have no where to shift my weight to, and so it will continue to tingle until we reach the top of Florida and I can get out of here long enough to get a good stretch in.
Ahead of us is a row of cars about seven deep, each of which are occupied by family members with walkie talkies. Each car has a "code name." Ben and Alicia's white truck is, "The White Whale," Brad and Steph's truck is "The White Midget," Kim and Kev's gold Commander is "Gold Digger," Shelly's van is "Party Girl," Kori's Commander is "Silver Seduction," Donna's Buick is "The Gay Mobile," (we still have no idea why they chose to call it this,) and our 4-runner is "The While Mobile." I suppose that our code name is in my honor, as I whined halfway through Florida that I had to pee, I was thirsty, I missed Justin, my dad's music was too loud, his driving was making me dizzy, I was cold, etc. You can't blame me too much though... I'm running on about an hour of sleep... if that.
Trust me; nobody wants to hear what I have to say anyways...
I am currently sitting in a Toyota 4-runner, knees to my chest, and my laptop balanced atop. Unfortunately, I'm also watching my father dance to weird techno songs in between singing along with Celine Dion to the Titanic soundtrack. A CD of O.A.R. songs Justin put together for me last night, originally intended to help this drive pass by more quickly, actually has me thinking of him, wishing he were right here with me. My right buttcheek is asleep, but i have no where to shift my weight to, and so it will continue to tingle until we reach the top of Florida and I can get out of here long enough to get a good stretch in.
Ahead of us is a row of cars about seven deep, each of which are occupied by family members with walkie talkies. Each car has a "code name." Ben and Alicia's white truck is, "The White Whale," Brad and Steph's truck is "The White Midget," Kim and Kev's gold Commander is "Gold Digger," Shelly's van is "Party Girl," Kori's Commander is "Silver Seduction," Donna's Buick is "The Gay Mobile," (we still have no idea why they chose to call it this,) and our 4-runner is "The While Mobile." I suppose that our code name is in my honor, as I whined halfway through Florida that I had to pee, I was thirsty, I missed Justin, my dad's music was too loud, his driving was making me dizzy, I was cold, etc. You can't blame me too much though... I'm running on about an hour of sleep... if that.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Not all who wander are lost.
Only a few months shy of 17, she loved the freedom of driving herself around- as did every teenager- but the places she loved most were the ones to which her own two feet could carry her. She was a simple girl...maybe the perfect example of a well-rounded being, and it took little to inspire, or excite her. She was outgoing as well, but sometimes she preferred to revel in only her own company.
Tonight she drove down the dark winding back streets of Naples. She had just dropped off her cousin, but she wasn't quite ready to go back home...wasn't quite ready to surrender to the night.
Catching sight of a deep, pitch black trail, she considered taking it. It didn't look like it could possibly lead anywhere, but she decided to give it the benefit of the doubt.
She parked her car in the closest deserted parking lot she could find, and ran across the empty streets and beneath the lonely street lights to peer in.
The crisp night air stung the tip of her nose,and pierced her lungs as she inhaled. She bent down, took off her shoes, pushed up her sleeves, and cuffed up her jean legs.
Maybe she would have been hesitant had an adrenaline rush not overcome her, but it had, and so she ran.
Shadows of tall dark trees and bushes did not allow even the luminous overhead moon to offer her a bit of light as guidance, but she kept on.
As this darkness enveloped the space around her, a silence like she had never heard before did the same. A silence that became a steady hum in her ears—a hum so loud she couldn’t think.... she didn't want to consider her thoughts anyways. She was alone; she didn't have anybody to explain herself to, anybody to hold her back, and it felt damn good.
Eventually the trail ended, and her pace slowed down to a casual stroll. Her determined sweat-gleaming face changed expressions, allowing a smile to spread wide, and her eyes lit up as they caught the moon's reflection on a still lake surface. There was an old swingset overlooking it. It looked as if it hadn't been put to good use in quite some time, and so she raced to it.
The feel of the coarse sand grains between her cold bare toes made her laugh, but not nearly as hard as the incredible feeling of being suspended in air over the water.
The man on the moon smiled down at her in her innocence. She smiled right back, ignoring the constant creaking of the old swing with every back and forth.
It was a night unlike any other for her. She felt so full of life, so... happy.
The emotion had never felt so powerful before.
She hardly gave herself the time to even process the thought before she had jumped from the swing, splashing into the chilly lake water below.
It was at that exact moment that she remembered why she had always encouraged surrendering to your impulses, being a little adventurous, and occasionally doing things on your own.
She picked up shoes, tied up her dripping hair, and swore she'd never live any other way.
Tonight she drove down the dark winding back streets of Naples. She had just dropped off her cousin, but she wasn't quite ready to go back home...wasn't quite ready to surrender to the night.
Catching sight of a deep, pitch black trail, she considered taking it. It didn't look like it could possibly lead anywhere, but she decided to give it the benefit of the doubt.
She parked her car in the closest deserted parking lot she could find, and ran across the empty streets and beneath the lonely street lights to peer in.
The crisp night air stung the tip of her nose,and pierced her lungs as she inhaled. She bent down, took off her shoes, pushed up her sleeves, and cuffed up her jean legs.
Maybe she would have been hesitant had an adrenaline rush not overcome her, but it had, and so she ran.
Shadows of tall dark trees and bushes did not allow even the luminous overhead moon to offer her a bit of light as guidance, but she kept on.
As this darkness enveloped the space around her, a silence like she had never heard before did the same. A silence that became a steady hum in her ears—a hum so loud she couldn’t think.... she didn't want to consider her thoughts anyways. She was alone; she didn't have anybody to explain herself to, anybody to hold her back, and it felt damn good.
Eventually the trail ended, and her pace slowed down to a casual stroll. Her determined sweat-gleaming face changed expressions, allowing a smile to spread wide, and her eyes lit up as they caught the moon's reflection on a still lake surface. There was an old swingset overlooking it. It looked as if it hadn't been put to good use in quite some time, and so she raced to it.
The feel of the coarse sand grains between her cold bare toes made her laugh, but not nearly as hard as the incredible feeling of being suspended in air over the water.
The man on the moon smiled down at her in her innocence. She smiled right back, ignoring the constant creaking of the old swing with every back and forth.
It was a night unlike any other for her. She felt so full of life, so... happy.
The emotion had never felt so powerful before.
She hardly gave herself the time to even process the thought before she had jumped from the swing, splashing into the chilly lake water below.
It was at that exact moment that she remembered why she had always encouraged surrendering to your impulses, being a little adventurous, and occasionally doing things on your own.
She picked up shoes, tied up her dripping hair, and swore she'd never live any other way.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
rare, innocent, pure... straight from the heart.
"Are our brains constantly keeping our hearts in check? The brain reminds the heart of the past, the pain we've faced in broken relationships, and the hurt we may have caused others. Hearts are forgiving by nature but brains hold on to things and talk sense into us when it feels the heart is being exposed prematurely. When our hearts so desperately want to forgive, let go and love...our brains tell us to proceed with caution. Although the brain can warn and protect the heart it cannot dictate what the heart is feeling. sometimes you are so completely overwhelmed with genuine love for a person that little things slip past so quickly the brain can barely process what has happened. It's the little pieces of the heart that slip through that we need to grasp on to...the words that are spoken without fear or hesitation, they are raw...innocent and in their purest form. Take them and tuck them away...those words are rare."
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
gingerbread houses!
I just realized I have yet to blog one of my favorite stories...
Last Friday night Justin and I were putting together a gingerbread house. Because it was his first, he was meticulously spreading the icing around with a butter knife, while I carelessly used my finger, licking the icing from it as I completed my task. He was taking the time to create a pattern in the miniature multicolored "christmas lights" on the exterior of the house while I took a handful of the candies and chucked them at the wet icing. He wanted to dust the house in powdered sugar to resemble snow; I'm sure I disappointed him, as I was more interested in dumping the entire bag over the house while yelling, "IT'S A BLIZZARD!"
We found a bag of Entemann's powdered doughnuts and stacked them to create a snowman, we put candy evergreen trees around the "snow deep yard" and decorated the roof with sprinkles.
This house was an ant's definition of heaven. It probably would have been really cute too if I had left Justin to decorating on his own.
Anyways, I decided we had to leave the gingerbread house outside so my cat wouldn't have the opportunity to jump through it and leave powdered sugar covering our kitchen floor, as entertaining as that would have been.
Once outside though, I picked one of the doughnuts up, the snowmans head, and chucked it at Justin. Then the second, and then the third. He scrambled about the yard, looking for the doughnuts to pick back up and throw back at me. Once he grabbed one up, he came closer intending to smash it all over me. But my reflexes intervened and I slapped him in the head with the tray the gingerbread house was sitting on, sending the 2 lb gingerbread house crumbling as it met his temple. He laid on the ground for a good few minutes before he sprang back up to pick a doughnut out of the grass and shove it in my mouth. It was bits of wet powdered crumbs and blades of grass that slid down my throat and left me choking.
After I managed to spit out the majority of this repulsive combination, I choked yet again... this time on laughter.
Last Friday night Justin and I were putting together a gingerbread house. Because it was his first, he was meticulously spreading the icing around with a butter knife, while I carelessly used my finger, licking the icing from it as I completed my task. He was taking the time to create a pattern in the miniature multicolored "christmas lights" on the exterior of the house while I took a handful of the candies and chucked them at the wet icing. He wanted to dust the house in powdered sugar to resemble snow; I'm sure I disappointed him, as I was more interested in dumping the entire bag over the house while yelling, "IT'S A BLIZZARD!"
We found a bag of Entemann's powdered doughnuts and stacked them to create a snowman, we put candy evergreen trees around the "snow deep yard" and decorated the roof with sprinkles.
This house was an ant's definition of heaven. It probably would have been really cute too if I had left Justin to decorating on his own.
Anyways, I decided we had to leave the gingerbread house outside so my cat wouldn't have the opportunity to jump through it and leave powdered sugar covering our kitchen floor, as entertaining as that would have been.
Once outside though, I picked one of the doughnuts up, the snowmans head, and chucked it at Justin. Then the second, and then the third. He scrambled about the yard, looking for the doughnuts to pick back up and throw back at me. Once he grabbed one up, he came closer intending to smash it all over me. But my reflexes intervened and I slapped him in the head with the tray the gingerbread house was sitting on, sending the 2 lb gingerbread house crumbling as it met his temple. He laid on the ground for a good few minutes before he sprang back up to pick a doughnut out of the grass and shove it in my mouth. It was bits of wet powdered crumbs and blades of grass that slid down my throat and left me choking.
After I managed to spit out the majority of this repulsive combination, I choked yet again... this time on laughter.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Everytime she gets a message, she wishes with all her heart that it's him. & for a moment she has butterflies. But the reality hits her hard & leaves her feeling stupid for ever considering it a possibilty that he'd have her on his mind
it was more of the inside joke,
fighting in the hallways,
make me laugh when im crying,
hold me when no one else was there,
you are my best friend,
fall in love kinda thing.
Feel the wind blow through your hair
enjoy the night without need to fear
feel the rain wash away your tears
and remember my darling...i want you here.
it was more of the inside joke,
fighting in the hallways,
make me laugh when im crying,
hold me when no one else was there,
you are my best friend,
fall in love kinda thing.
Feel the wind blow through your hair
enjoy the night without need to fear
feel the rain wash away your tears
and remember my darling...i want you here.
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