Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn
Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.
Music: pretending.
Previously:
she pauses.
missing.
lazy cat.
photo project.
start of shopping season.
maps.
GED.
ew.
oh my dears.
lions n lambs.
she pauses.
missing.
lazy cat.
photo project.
start of shopping season.
maps.
GED.
ew.
oh my dears.
lions n lambs.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
jim varney.
this weekend was
crazy
drunk
wild
insane
fun
with friends
that brought
happiness
hope
and
love.
We had a party to honor the 10th anniversary of Jim Varney's death. One of my friends is obsessed with Jimy Varney. So we watched Ernest movies from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. It was just the four of us and it was so much fun. The tally on our alcohol consumption was quite high, though that was mainly thanks to the boys. We took pictures and a couple of movies that are hilarious in retrospect. It was greatness.
I had an absolutely fantastic time with these good friends, but I forgot about something very, very important I was supposed to do Sunday morning. One of my closest friends was dedicating her son's life to God at church. I don't go to church all that much myself, but I wanted to be there for her. So I had all this fun with good friends and with the best friend boy who I'm in love with, but the price I paid for all of that was hurting someone else whom I'm extremely close to. I honestly wasn't thinking much that night. Well, I was thinking. I was thinking about how much fun I was having and about how much I wanted to sit just a little bit closer to him. I care about him so much and it's like I'd do anything to spend a little more time with him, to be a little closer to him, to get back to the way things were between us two months ago. Saturday night and Sunday morning, it was like things were slightly back on track. I felt hopeful and happy again. But now, I'm kind of disgusted with myself for forgetting about her in all of that. Guys come and ago, but your best friends are there for you through all of the guys. Sunday morning should have been about my good, good friend and her son. Instead, what was I doing? Not seeing past my own little world.
crazy
drunk
wild
insane
fun
with friends
that brought
happiness
hope
and
love.
We had a party to honor the 10th anniversary of Jim Varney's death. One of my friends is obsessed with Jimy Varney. So we watched Ernest movies from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. It was just the four of us and it was so much fun. The tally on our alcohol consumption was quite high, though that was mainly thanks to the boys. We took pictures and a couple of movies that are hilarious in retrospect. It was greatness.
I had an absolutely fantastic time with these good friends, but I forgot about something very, very important I was supposed to do Sunday morning. One of my closest friends was dedicating her son's life to God at church. I don't go to church all that much myself, but I wanted to be there for her. So I had all this fun with good friends and with the best friend boy who I'm in love with, but the price I paid for all of that was hurting someone else whom I'm extremely close to. I honestly wasn't thinking much that night. Well, I was thinking. I was thinking about how much fun I was having and about how much I wanted to sit just a little bit closer to him. I care about him so much and it's like I'd do anything to spend a little more time with him, to be a little closer to him, to get back to the way things were between us two months ago. Saturday night and Sunday morning, it was like things were slightly back on track. I felt hopeful and happy again. But now, I'm kind of disgusted with myself for forgetting about her in all of that. Guys come and ago, but your best friends are there for you through all of the guys. Sunday morning should have been about my good, good friend and her son. Instead, what was I doing? Not seeing past my own little world.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
homecoming.
Noah is coming home from the hospital today! yay! yay! yay! yayyyyyyy!
fiction (before it's too late).
by the Goo Goo Dolls.
I wandered through fiction to look for the truth
Buried beneath all the lies.
And I stood at a distance to feel who you are
Hiding myself in your eyes.
And hold on before it's too late.
We'll run 'til we leave this behind.
Don't fall, just be who you are
It's all that we need in our lives.
And the risk that might break you is
The one that would save
A life you don't live is still lost.
So stand on the edge with me.
Hold back your fear and see
Nothing is real 'til it's gone.
Hold on before it's too late.
We'll run 'til we leave this behind.
Don't fall, just be who you are
It's all that we need in our lives.
Live like you mean it.
Love 'til you feel it.
Its all that we need in our lives.
So stand on the edge with me.
Hold back your fear and see.
Nothing is real 'til its gone.
Hold on before its too late.
Until we leave this behind.
Don't fall just be who you are.
Its all that we need in our lives.
Hold on before its too late.
Until we leave this behind.
Don't fall just be who you are.
Its all that we need in our lives.
Its all that we need in our lives.
Its all that I need in my life.
I wandered through fiction to look for the truth
Buried beneath all the lies.
And I stood at a distance to feel who you are
Hiding myself in your eyes.
And hold on before it's too late.
We'll run 'til we leave this behind.
Don't fall, just be who you are
It's all that we need in our lives.
And the risk that might break you is
The one that would save
A life you don't live is still lost.
So stand on the edge with me.
Hold back your fear and see
Nothing is real 'til it's gone.
Hold on before it's too late.
We'll run 'til we leave this behind.
Don't fall, just be who you are
It's all that we need in our lives.
Live like you mean it.
Love 'til you feel it.
Its all that we need in our lives.
So stand on the edge with me.
Hold back your fear and see.
Nothing is real 'til its gone.
Hold on before its too late.
Until we leave this behind.
Don't fall just be who you are.
Its all that we need in our lives.
Hold on before its too late.
Until we leave this behind.
Don't fall just be who you are.
Its all that we need in our lives.
Its all that we need in our lives.
Its all that I need in my life.
Monday, February 8, 2010
yay.
Noah is off his oxygen! Yay! This is such good news! But, doctors discovered a heart murmur and are running some tests to check on that now... I hope the baby gets better soon. Still praying.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
countdown.
In about an hour, I'll be watching the last game of the football season. The Super Bowl. Colts vs. Saints. When the night is over, there won't be any more football for months.
I'm a girly girl but I love football. Most of my friends are surprised to learn this about me. I faithfully cheer for the Dallas Cowboys all season - regardless of how well they play. They're my team. But for me it isn't so much the football itself that I enjoy. Sure, I love watching as Tony Romo throws a long shot into the end zone that Miles Austin miraculously catches. I like watching the points add up and if my team's behind I love observing the action, hoping that they'll catch up and win.
At the end of every football game, one team loses and one team wins.
But that's not the real story. That's not the real story at all.
The real story is about little boys and girls who are inspired to one day become stars - to achieve their dreams, whatever they may be. It's about high school students who push and fight to land athletic scholarships to college because it's the only way for them to attend a university and better themselves. It's about an older generation that remembers the happy, glory days. It's about men and women, children and adults, young and old of every race and religion coming together to support something. Something that is bigger than any one of them.
If all of us could join together for a common cause like we come together to support football teams, think of what we could accomplish. Can you imagine it? Can you imagine what we could do?
This is about life and time and change. It's about hopes and dreams and chapters unwritten for every person involved. It's about you. It's about me. It's about us.
I hope you enjoy the game tonight.
I'm a girly girl but I love football. Most of my friends are surprised to learn this about me. I faithfully cheer for the Dallas Cowboys all season - regardless of how well they play. They're my team. But for me it isn't so much the football itself that I enjoy. Sure, I love watching as Tony Romo throws a long shot into the end zone that Miles Austin miraculously catches. I like watching the points add up and if my team's behind I love observing the action, hoping that they'll catch up and win.
At the end of every football game, one team loses and one team wins.
But that's not the real story. That's not the real story at all.
The real story is about little boys and girls who are inspired to one day become stars - to achieve their dreams, whatever they may be. It's about high school students who push and fight to land athletic scholarships to college because it's the only way for them to attend a university and better themselves. It's about an older generation that remembers the happy, glory days. It's about men and women, children and adults, young and old of every race and religion coming together to support something. Something that is bigger than any one of them.
If all of us could join together for a common cause like we come together to support football teams, think of what we could accomplish. Can you imagine it? Can you imagine what we could do?
This is about life and time and change. It's about hopes and dreams and chapters unwritten for every person involved. It's about you. It's about me. It's about us.
I hope you enjoy the game tonight.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
we need prayers.
Baby Noah needs prayers. If you believe in prayer, please offer one for him. If you don't believe in prayer, please keep him in your thoughts and send him some positive energy.
To recap: Noah is my godson who was born February 3. I haven't met him yet because of the distance, but I know he's perfect.
Right now, he's having difficulty breathing. He was born a few weeks early, and has been on and off oxygen since he arrived. He also has pneumonia. Some days his mommy has gotten to hold him for a few minutes at a time. Other days, she hasn't been able to hold him at all. The doctors hope he'll be able to feed naturally, but yesterday he didn't eat. They don't want to put a feeding tube in him just yet, but they will seen if he doesn't show improvement. He's in the neonatal intesive care unit, and the doctors say he'll be there at least another week.
Noah needs prayers. God, please listen.
To recap: Noah is my godson who was born February 3. I haven't met him yet because of the distance, but I know he's perfect.
Right now, he's having difficulty breathing. He was born a few weeks early, and has been on and off oxygen since he arrived. He also has pneumonia. Some days his mommy has gotten to hold him for a few minutes at a time. Other days, she hasn't been able to hold him at all. The doctors hope he'll be able to feed naturally, but yesterday he didn't eat. They don't want to put a feeding tube in him just yet, but they will seen if he doesn't show improvement. He's in the neonatal intesive care unit, and the doctors say he'll be there at least another week.
Noah needs prayers. God, please listen.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
noah.
Noah.
I became a godmother for the second time today. His name is Noah. He weighs 6 pounds, 2 ounces. Though he arrived about three weeks early, he's in good health and doing fine. I haven't seen him yet, but I know he's perfect.
His mommy is in pain, but she's doing well. She had surgery. We didn't talk long but I assume it was a C-section.
My rough day suddenly turned into the best day in the world with the arrival of this bundle of joy.
When Candace called around 2 p.m. to tell me she was in the hospital, I immediately started smiling. When we talked tonight after he was born, I started crying tears of joy. Children are such small pieces of heaven.
I hope and pray that one day I'll have my own - whether they're from me or whether I adopt. Until then, I'm content just to love my Natalya and, now, Noah.
I became a godmother for the second time today. His name is Noah. He weighs 6 pounds, 2 ounces. Though he arrived about three weeks early, he's in good health and doing fine. I haven't seen him yet, but I know he's perfect.
His mommy is in pain, but she's doing well. She had surgery. We didn't talk long but I assume it was a C-section.
My rough day suddenly turned into the best day in the world with the arrival of this bundle of joy.
When Candace called around 2 p.m. to tell me she was in the hospital, I immediately started smiling. When we talked tonight after he was born, I started crying tears of joy. Children are such small pieces of heaven.
I hope and pray that one day I'll have my own - whether they're from me or whether I adopt. Until then, I'm content just to love my Natalya and, now, Noah.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Punxsutawney Phil.
Oh my goodness. There's going to be six more weeks of winter.
I love Groundhog Day! Today, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow... again. I was reading Groundhog Day trivia and apparently, Phil has seen his shadow 99 out of 114 times. Nine years are unaccounted for. Supposedly he's been right 39 percent of the time... which is probably about as often as actual weather forecasters.
I may occasionally complain about it being too cold, but I actually really like it. It'll be nice to have six more weeks of this.
I love Groundhog Day! Today, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow... again. I was reading Groundhog Day trivia and apparently, Phil has seen his shadow 99 out of 114 times. Nine years are unaccounted for. Supposedly he's been right 39 percent of the time... which is probably about as often as actual weather forecasters.
I may occasionally complain about it being too cold, but I actually really like it. It'll be nice to have six more weeks of this.