Wednesday, May 18, 2011

my friend Glenda, who is stupid-good at singing, has had to sing this a lot lately. it is stuck in my head.

Worthy is the,
Lamb who was slain
Holy, Holy, is He
Sing a new song, to Him who sits on
Heaven's Mercy Seat


Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come
With all creation I sing:
Praise to the King of Kings!
You are my everything,
And I will adore You…!

Clothed in rainbows, of living color
Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder
Blessing and honor, strength and
Glory and power be
To You the Only Wise King,


Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah
With all creation I sing:
Praise to the King of Kings!
You are my everything,
And – I - will - adore You!

Filled with wonder,
Awestruck wonder
At the mention of Your Name
Jesus, Your Name is Power
Breath, and Living Water
Such a marvelous mystery


Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah
With all creation I sing:
Praise to the King of Kings!
You are my everything,
And – I - will - adore You!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

picture picture

here are some picture of goings of ons. 

gift from london from ashley (note the unicorn)

gift from blake, from peru

saturday at work. dan and me

still there. me and blake

making her modest

sunday night fire pit. joe and josh

rainy tuesday


another "Ryan Adams Only" day for me... enjoy.

Friday, May 13, 2011


once upon a time, my friend Bethany and i went to Mellow Mushroom for dinner.
it was quite loud.
a guy that i knew (older, mildy creepy) came up to our table to say hi.
i had to yell to introduce him to Bethany
he turned to her and said "NICE TO MEET YOU BUFFY".
we both started at eachother, baffled.
who is named Buffy? really. i beg you to tell me. other than the vampire slayer, or characters written into mediocer sitcoms as the rich snob in the early 90s.

so to this day, 10 years later (!!!!) we still call her Buffy.

and today is her birthday.
Happy birthday Buffy!
thank you for keeping me current on music (she once suggested i listen to a musician that i had been listening to for 5 years. and had played for her numerous times)
thank you for braving Speed Street with me (on accident)
thanks for singing into hairbrushes
thanks for intrducing me, shay and KR to "just a splash" in our drinks
thank you for being one of the greatest examples of a gentle and quiet spirit.
i love you.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

pretty thing

glow in the dark paint splatters


max costume

Monday, May 9, 2011

prayer request

hi friends!

i have been following this blog for a while
(today i actually realized i didn't even know her name... she is very private. But now she is coming out of hiding due to this prayer request)

anyway, Hayley just had her 3rd son, Asher last week. 4 weeks premature and a lot of issues are coming up. Mainly, he has pneumonia.
She is amazing. Totally at peace, trusting the Lord. I am asking for you all to join me in praying for her and baby Asher. here are the current prayer requests she has put on her blog



Friday, May 6, 2011

reading list

so, my spring/summer reading list is growing and growing. i have become a regular at my library again (i feel like i am 13 again, getting Nancy Drew and Babysitter Club)
here is the list of what i have been/am/will be reading this spring/summer

I am re-reading this classic. But i am doing it rather leisurely. its just so...long. My solution has been listening to the audiobook (iphone has a free audiobook app, where you can get some of the classics for free.)

this book is amazing. I read it in a night.
Rob Sheffield is a writer for Rolling Stone. the book is the story of him and his wife Renee (who has passed away). Music is what brought them together, and music is what helped him keep her memory alive after she died. He speaks so sweetly of her. I laughed at lot, but cried a lot too (she died suddenly of an aneurysm)

i already mentioned this one. It is crazy good. I  took a while going through it, but LOVED it.

Super interesting. It pretty much give the back-story to a lot of popular (and not-so popular) songs about girls. Some of them are well known stories, some were ones i have always wondered about. If you like music, especially classic rock... you will love this book
(that last line made me feel like i was on Reading Rainbow)

I just started this yesterday, and I already love it.
It took me a while to get into the reading pattern of her speech (this is narrated by a black maid in the 60s)
it is being made into a movie, so i am trying to get through it quickly so i can see it

my guilty pleasure. I accidentally read the 2nd book (Something Blue) of this series first. So i already know how it ends. But since the movie is coming out (which I will probably RedBox) i thought i should go ahead and read it. It is a quick read (I read 4 chapters last night in about 45 minutes) so i will probably have it done tonight. But sometimes my brain needs a book i don't have to think about.

i have a few i am waiting to get. unfortuantly since they are so popular, i will be waiting a while.

everyone is talking about this series. they all try to explain it and i am totally clueless on what it is about. but they all promise i will like it. comparing it to Twlight. So hopefully i will get to start soon

I CANNOT WAIT for this to get here. On the back of the book Tina writes: "Once in a generation a woman comes along who changes everything. Tina Fey is not that woman, but she met that woman"
that alone is hilarious. and she also wrote a prayer for her daughter:

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her. When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a B*** in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that S***. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


anyway... that is what i am reading/wanting to read/already read.
let me know if you have any book suggestions. Summer is my reading time. I don't know why, since i don't have anymore free time than usual, but it is.

i shall leave you with some Ryan Adams. Because anytime is good Ryan Adams time.

and this.

Monday, May 2, 2011

remember when

I turned 20 years old on on September 5, 2011. I was going to school at CPCC. I drove a light blue 1988 Toyota Tercel hatchback that Anne and I affectionately called "Zoe". I worked at PostNet and served in M28 before they even had interns. I lived at home and my bedroom was pale pink. I had a Nokia cellphone and i think i had about 200 minutes a month on that thing. I like frapaccinos and was sure that by the time i was 30 i would be married with 3 kids. Life was simple.
I remember, a few days after my birthday, i was driving to school. I had a later morning class that day (thankfully not my 8am one) but i left a little bit early anyway. I wanted to hit the snack shack for coffee before Marketing class.
I remember turning off McClure Cir onto Belhaven Blvd. I was listening to Ace and TJ... because they were (and stilll are) HI-LARIOUS. They were talking about something they were seeing on TV. TJ was kinda chuckling about the poor idiot in the crop dusting plane that seemed to take a wrong turn and hit a building in NY. They were concerned, but more confused about the absurdity of it all. I was super confused and about to pop in a cas-single of something (probably Rob Thomas and Santana's "Smooth" because that was my jam) when Angie, the girl on the show screamed. They went silent. I thought maybe someone had passed out or something like that. Ace, in a slow and somewhat hushed voice said "I think we are under attack". They explained that another plane had hit the WTC. I was so confused. What was going on? I felt oddly  numb... i didn't really care. it was intense, yes. But it didn't really affect me and i felt disconnected to it all. But as more information was coming in, i suddenly found myself in the student parking lot, not wanting to leave my car, not wanting to turn off the news. I finally did and RAN to class as fast as I could. Thankfully the TV was on in the classroom and everyone was staring at it. It wasn't even acknowledged that I walked in by my teacher. Everyone sat, glued to the screen. I sat down and watched. After about 10 minutes our teacher turned off the TV and said "we need to start class." This did not seem insane to me. Sure... of course. Though the biggest thing that would ever happen to my generation was currently taking place... lets start. Looking back, I can't believe that we were not outraged. I sometimes wonder if she looks back at that moment and wonder what she was thinking.
We always started out with "current events". explaining something happening in marketing that was shaking things up. no one stood up. One student came in the door late and said that she had a current event. She stood up and said "2 planes hit the world trade center.". we all rolled our eyes. Yes. Thank you. We are aware. She sat back down.
At that moment, we heard a screams from the classroom next door. One student stood up, walked past the teacher and turned the TV back on. She started to protest, until we saw that one of the towers had fallen. She sat down on one of the desks in shock. the sad thing is... i remember this moment vividly. I really do. And I remember at that moment thinking "wow. he has balls (pardon the term. But really)." To this day, i respect him so much for that, and i wish i could remember his name.
anyway... we stayed past class watching. eventually i left. at that point, we knew that all planes had been grounded. It is amazing how eerily quiet things seem when you know something is happening. We all kept looking up at the sky. For all we knew, planes were going to hit every city. They might crash into the Bank of America building! Who knows!!!! It seems silly now, but at that moment, everything seemed like a possibility
 I met up with a couple of friends and we just sat in the grass, looking up at the sky. We prayed. We sat in silence. I cried a little. I finally decided to go home for the day.

i don't really remember much after that. 10 years seems so long ago now. I remember all the cheesey patriotic songs that came on every radio station for the weeks and months following. I remember loving each one and often crying. I remember that Home Depot was giving away American Flag stickers. I got one for my car. I remember hearing that Osama bin Laden was responsible. I remember hearing that Saddam Hussein paid him to attack us. I remember the celebrity telethon. I remember when we began to attack. I remember that the seemed truly united for the first time in my life. I remember that all of Bush's critics seemed to get behind him.

I remember the morning when i found out Saddam was captured. I remember being in Firehouse Subs when I saw the news that he had been killed.

And i will ALWAYS remember looking at twitter on my phone last night, seeing that President Obama was going to address the nation, thinking "what could he possibly want to talk about after 10 pm on a Sunday?", having my "show" interrupted... getting terrified that there was horrible news, and instead the shock, relief and brief moment of... joy... not really. I don't know what it was. But it was brief... when hearing that the man that we all had feared, hated, had sinful thoughts towards... had been killed.
We watched the news for about 30 minutes and then i turned it off.

I can now say that my children and grandchildren will be born into a world without him. there will be someone else, i am sure. But God is just. God is sovereign. God is merciful.