♥

They called them crazy when they started out,
Said seventeen's too young to know what love's about.
They've been together fifty-eight years now...that’s crazy.

He brought home sixty-seven bucks a week,
He bought a little 2 bedroom house on Maple Street,
Where she blessed him with six more mouths to feed...yea that’s crazy.

Just ask him how he did it; he'll say

"Pull up a seat. It'll only take a minute, to tell you everything.
Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you,
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense,
Never let your prayin' knees get lazy, and love like crazy."

They called him crazy when he quit his job,

Said them home computers, boy they'll never take off.
He sold his one man shop to Microsoft, & they paid like crazy.

Just ask him how he made it, he'll tell you faith and sweat,
And the heart of a faithful woman,
Who never let him forget...

Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you,
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense,
Never let your prayin' knees get lazy, and love like crazy.

Always treat your woman like a lady,
Never get to old to call her baby,
Never let your prayin' knees get lazy,
And love like crazy.

They called him crazy when they started out,
They've been together fifty-eight years now,
Aint that crazy?

Love Like Crazy

Okay, so when I said I would update this regularly, I was clearly kidding. Oh well, I guess some things just won't change. There are a few things that I've been wanting to vent about for quite some time. I felt like tonight was the perfect night to address these incredibly important things, seeing as I have a final tomorrow that I still have to do 50 pages of reading for. But like my mom says, sometimes you've gotta live a little. All nighter, here I come...

So first of all, I've been getting the question "What do you look for in a guy?" so frequently lately, I figured I should sit down and think about it. And world history wasn't working out for me tonight, so I've been making a little list in my mind. The most important thing, of course, is that he's a solid person and a solid Christian, not the kind that just goes to church on Sunday and calls it a week, the kind that will encourage me, teach me, and lead me. He needs to have an adoring and solid relationship with Jesus Christ before he's ready to be with me. At least that's my opinion. Second, he needs to be a guy that will come to all my family events with me and enjoy it. My family is the most important thing in my life, besides the obvious, and it's so crucial to have somebody that can fit in. I'm talking Caleigh's dance recitals, Sunday Night Pizza, the millions of birthday parties, the holiday festivities, the list could go on and on. He needs to be someone my grandma can adore just as much as me, sorry if that's lame, but that's just how it goes. Third, I need to fit into his life. I want to feel like I belong and I don't want things hidden from me. I've dealt with that enough already. Fourth, I want somebody that will be okay sitting at home sometimes and just watching a movie. I'll even let it be some awful guy movie. The simple things are the most important things. I'm tired of counting, so I'll just continue...I want somebody that won't judge me when I eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's in less than 15 minutes. I want somebody that notices little things. I want someone that I'm attracted to, in more than one way. I want someone who will never get tired of me. Okay, sorry this list is long and I probably sound really annoying and girly and selfish, but people keep asking so I figured I'd give everyone an answer.

The second of all has strange relation to the first of all. People continually ask me, "Oh my gosh, like how are you still single?" Okay seriously, how am I supposed to answer that question? Not only is it kind of rude, but it's just so awkward. Even if the person is trying to be nice, it's just not the best idea. I'm single because that's how it's supposed to be right now. I'm single because I'm too picky. I'm single because God hasn't shown me the right person yet. I'm single because I don't know myself well enough to know somebody else. I'm single because I'm looking for 2 years, not 2 weeks. I'm single because I won't give it up. I'm single because I'm not the perfect 10. Is that what people really want to hear? That would probably make things even more awkward. But anyway, I'll just deal with the question until I meet someone. Then I'll deal with all the pesky questions that come with a relationship. Can't ever win. :)

That's the end of my random, annoying, scatterbrained rant. :)

Thanks Rach :)

There's a time to live and a time to die,
There's a time to laugh and a time to cry,
There's a time for war, and a time for peace,
There's a hand to hold in the worst of these,
In the worst of these.

He is with you when your faith is dead
And you can't even get out of bed
Or your husband doesn't kiss you anymore
He is with you when your baby's gone
And your house is still and your heart's a stone
Cryin' God, what'd you do that for?
He is with you.

There's a time for yes and a time for no,
There's a time to be angry and a time to let it go,
There's a time to run and a time to face it,
There is love to see you through all of this.

He is with you in the conference room when the world is coming down on you,
And your wife and kids don't know you anymore.
And he is with you in the ICU,
When the doctors don't know what to do,
And it scares you to the core.
He is with you.

We may weep for a time, but joy will come in the morning.
The morning light

He is with you when your kids are grown
When there's too much space and you feel alone
And you're worried if you got it right or wrong
Yes he is with you when you've given up on ever finding your true love,
Someone who feels like home.
He is with you.

When nothing else is left
And you take you final breath
He is with you.

-- "He Is With You" by Mandisa

True faith

"Trusting even when it appears you have been forsaken; praying when it seems your words are simply entering a vast expanse where no one hears and no voice answers; believing that God's love is complete and that He is aware of your circumstances, even when your world seems to grind on as if setting its own direction and not caring for live or moving one inch in response to your petitions; desiring only what God's hands have planned for you; waiting patiently while seemingly starving to death, with your fear only being that your faith might fail - "this is the victory that has overcome the world"; this is genuine faith indeed."

-George Macdonald

And the lists continue

Alright so maybe I've been a little obsessed with lists recently, but this is my blog right? So I can write whatever I want. :)

Next on my list of lists is a list of current "don't you just hate that's?" Everyone has them, and I know mine is especially long, seeing as I'm annoyed easier than anyone I know.

So here goes...

1. People who drive slow in the left lane/drive 5 under the speed limit. Okay I'm sure I've been guilty of it at some point too, but really...if it takes you twenty extra minutes to get somewhere you should start to think about speeding up.

2. Guys in big trucks that think they're so cool/they own the road. You aren't, and you don't. Get over it. Just because you could crush me with your car doesn't give you the right to ride my bumper.

3. People who wear my clothes and don't return them (ahem, Jenna).

4. The words lol, jank, and merk, if they even qualify as words.

5. People who are rude no matter how friendly or nice you try to be to them. Really, do you think it's easy to be nice to you? Show some respect please.

6. Season finales of TV shows. I know, it's petty.

7. People who are continually disappointing.

8. People who think cussing is cool in some odd way.

9. Smokers. Sorry, it gives me a headache.

10. Creepy old golfers. Please hit on someone your own age, thanks.

11. Goodbyes.

12. Ancient history.

I should probably go ahead and hop off my soapbox now. :)

You're an uncut diamond, you're the rarest star...

favorite song... of the week :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY4lLf2984A

Cleanin' Out My Closet

As I stated in my previous post, one of my favored daily activities is cleaning. Today, I decided to tackle the three giant sterilite containers under my bed containing the remnants of my childhood and teen years. Needless to say, I encountered some memories: good and bad, and a whole lot of dust. I also had quite a few self realizations, including but not limited to...

a) I keep EVERYTHING, and by everything I really mean everything. Newspapers, magazines, receipts, pictures, notes, tapes, old phone boxes, AIM conversations from freshman year, movie stubs, plane tickets, artwork...the list could continue forever.

b) When going back through the massive amounts of crap that I have accumulated since the beginning of highschool, I still can't seem to throw anything away. I just take everything out, reread the old notes, look at the old pictures, and reorganize the clutter.

c) I used to think I was really cool. And believe me, I was not. My hair was several different kinds of awful, I didn't have a clue what I was talking about, and I definitely didn't have any idea what was to come in the next 5 years.

d) I used to be obsessed with passing notes. I must have 1,000 random little notes, probably passed when I should've been paying attention. One of the notes I found from Freshman year consisted of a nameless boy asking me if I still liked him, me telling him that I still liked him, but I also liked two other guys, and him telling me that he liked me but couldn't decide whether or not to let go of another girl. Oh, to be young and naive again.

e) I collect very strange things. I found an empty Dasani water bottle that I believe was from my plane ride from Atlanta to California. I remember not being able to throw that thing away, thinking that I would treasure it forever. I'll just go ahead and admit that I'm a pretty weird person.

f) I appreciate the fact that I am a junkie. When I was saving all those movie stubs, plane tickets, magazine covers, old reports, cards, pictures, and notes, I never imagined I would be looking back at them after my freshman year of college. I have the worst memory in the world, but I can look at all of those things individually and vividly remember the moments when those things became important to me.

g) I used to think I was a legitimate artist. I also used to think I was going to be a famous fashion designer living in Paris with a quality fashion line. Oh, how dreams change.

h) I used to collect depressing quotes and song lyrics, thinking I was so emo and so cool. But really, I was totally fooling myself. I mean come on, my favorite color is pink and I like country music and puppies. That is so not emo.

i) What was I thinking wearing those hideous clothes?

:)