wendybird and her noah baby
i wanted to fly so you gave me your wings
jeffrey, audreelee, and honesty
God blessed the broken road and led me straight to you
emay and kayris
you light up my life
toad and frog
Thursday, March 31, 2005
it's about you...
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
wendybird and her noah baby
i wanted to fly so you gave me your wings
jeffrey, audreelee, and honesty
God blessed the broken road and led me straight to you
emay and kayris
you light up my life
toad and frog
wendybird and her noah baby
i wanted to fly so you gave me your wings
jeffrey, audreelee, and honesty
God blessed the broken road and led me straight to you
emay and kayris
you light up my life
toad and frog
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
in mci...
[yesterday, in kansas city]
How ironic is it that the most sun-soaking I did on my spring break happened in...Missouri?
Because of a poorly planned airport security setting, Bets, Margaret, and I were free to roam outside on our two hour layover. We promptly found a patch of grass and sprawled. It didn't matter that the patch of grass was rather brown and pokey, or that it backed a tall cement block fence hiding large chemical canisters and a runway.
ooooh, life's so sweet
sitting right here
in the passenger seat
The sun was shining, soaking through my old, too-big jeans and Hillsdale hoody [travel essentials]. A soft breeze kept that delicate balance of sunny, but not sweaty. I turned on Mindy Smith, and used my red backpack as a pillow. I shut my eyes, smiling up at the sun and blocking out the funny looks from the passersby.
Leaving home was as hard as ever, but now, halfway to the Hillsdale place, I'm excited and anxious to get there.
When I'm in Portland, I never want to leave; there's no place like home.
But there's also no better place than knowing you're right where God wants you.
all shook up like a quarter in a can
ain't life sweet?
sweet right here.
How ironic is it that the most sun-soaking I did on my spring break happened in...Missouri?
Because of a poorly planned airport security setting, Bets, Margaret, and I were free to roam outside on our two hour layover. We promptly found a patch of grass and sprawled. It didn't matter that the patch of grass was rather brown and pokey, or that it backed a tall cement block fence hiding large chemical canisters and a runway.
ooooh, life's so sweet
sitting right here
in the passenger seat
The sun was shining, soaking through my old, too-big jeans and Hillsdale hoody [travel essentials]. A soft breeze kept that delicate balance of sunny, but not sweaty. I turned on Mindy Smith, and used my red backpack as a pillow. I shut my eyes, smiling up at the sun and blocking out the funny looks from the passersby.
Leaving home was as hard as ever, but now, halfway to the Hillsdale place, I'm excited and anxious to get there.
When I'm in Portland, I never want to leave; there's no place like home.
But there's also no better place than knowing you're right where God wants you.
all shook up like a quarter in a can
ain't life sweet?
sweet right here.
Monday, March 28, 2005
greatness...
Things that make Spring Break great:
*Hannah qualifying for Nationals in Duo
*Abbie winning HI again
*Chinese food and sushi
*Salad Rolls
*Sleep
*Starbucks and Torre
*Friendly baristas
*Walking in the rain
*Morning runs in my neighborhood
*Friendly cell phone chats
*Waking up every morning in my own bed
*My dog and cat
*Visiting friends
*Church
*Sleep
*Laughing at old jokes with my family
*Playing Apples to Apples
*Fireplace fires
*Clean teeth
*Rain and poetry
*Reading fun books
*Ignoring homework for far too long
*The Incredibles
*A new v-neck sweater
*Wandering
*[Did I mention sleep?]
*The skyline
*Pioneer Square
*Memories
*Cooking and eating
*Homemade ice cream
*Planning baby names with the Garveys
*A new haircut [and sweet mod bangs]
*Easter egg hunts
*Cousins
*Homemade soup
*Scrapbooking
*Realizing I'll be back here again in just seven weeks. For the entire Summer.
round and round
carousel has got you under its spell
moving so fast
but going nowhere
up and down
ferris wheel tell me how does it feel
to be so high
farewell once again, sweet portland.
i'm happy leaving, knowing that i'll soon return.
*Hannah qualifying for Nationals in Duo
*Abbie winning HI again
*Chinese food and sushi
*Salad Rolls
*Sleep
*Starbucks and Torre
*Friendly baristas
*Walking in the rain
*Morning runs in my neighborhood
*Friendly cell phone chats
*Waking up every morning in my own bed
*My dog and cat
*Visiting friends
*Church
*Sleep
*Laughing at old jokes with my family
*Playing Apples to Apples
*Fireplace fires
*Clean teeth
*Rain and poetry
*Reading fun books
*Ignoring homework for far too long
*The Incredibles
*A new v-neck sweater
*Wandering
*[Did I mention sleep?]
*The skyline
*Pioneer Square
*Memories
*Cooking and eating
*Homemade ice cream
*Planning baby names with the Garveys
*A new haircut [and sweet mod bangs]
*Easter egg hunts
*Cousins
*Homemade soup
*Scrapbooking
*Realizing I'll be back here again in just seven weeks. For the entire Summer.
round and round
carousel has got you under its spell
moving so fast
but going nowhere
up and down
ferris wheel tell me how does it feel
to be so high
farewell once again, sweet portland.
i'm happy leaving, knowing that i'll soon return.
Friday, March 18, 2005
breaking...
Oh, the places I will go...
Tonight in Chicago, tomorrow in Seattle, and tomorrow night in Portland.
Despite working on a paper and hanging with my roommate all night, Spring Break has finally arrived. And I'm going home. [i'll have La Cellita with me again over break, so be sure to call]
What will occupy my time and attention?
"I'd do whatever I like. Eat at a sidewalk cafe, look in shop windows, walk in the rain!"
"Why don't you do all those things? Today. With me."
I'd love to, Mr Peck, I'd love to.
Tonight in Chicago, tomorrow in Seattle, and tomorrow night in Portland.
Despite working on a paper and hanging with my roommate all night, Spring Break has finally arrived. And I'm going home. [i'll have La Cellita with me again over break, so be sure to call]
What will occupy my time and attention?
"I'd do whatever I like. Eat at a sidewalk cafe, look in shop windows, walk in the rain!"
"Why don't you do all those things? Today. With me."
I'd love to, Mr Peck, I'd love to.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
sunny sounds...
I slept better last night than I have in weeks. And it was all due to the gnomes that live under my sink...
For several weeks, on and off, the aforementioned gnomes have apparently been filling dixie cups full of water and dumping them on the carpet in the corner by our sink and bathroom door [gnomes always use dixie cups when they're causing mischief].
There is also a theory that Esther and I have discovered the Eternal Spring of Youth and Fashion under the corner of our dorm room [explains a lot, doesn't it]. If this is the case, we should probably bottle the water and sell it at excessively inflated prices to French tourists [because there are so many french tourists in hillsdale] and donors [because some of them could frankly use it]. Maybe then I could afford to launder all the socks that have become gross because I'm always forgetting that the carpet is wet...
In any case, the dampness - nay, downright sogginess - in our carpet is hopefully not caused by a leaky pipe underneath our sink. We have ruled out the suggestion that we keep flooding the bathroom and let the water run out underneath the door [that theory requires some highly atheltic water, because there's a mountainous ledge that it would have to cross. watch your toes on that ledge, by the way].
Though it is certainly the intent of the diabolical [iago-ish, for all you shakespeare buffs] gnomes to destroy my socks and life, their plan has backfired thanks to Jimbo.
Jimbo is a large, grey boxfan that is currently residing in our room [breaking countless school rules, most likely]. I adore him for two reasons: a. a box fan sounds like home and b. he sounds like summer.
Jimbo's affectionate hum reminds me of all the years that I have spent sleeping away Portland summers to the noise of a distant relative of his [a cousin, most likely]. Even when I graduated to my current homeroom, Hannah and I keep an oscillating fan on for most of the summer [if not longer]. Though I'm still five days from [sunny] home and three months from summer, the melodies of Jimbo the Boxfan are keeping me happy [sentimental], my socks dry, and my room mold-free.
Take that, you heartless capitalist gnomes!
sunny days keepin' the clouds away
i think we're coming to clearing
and a brighter day
so far away, still i think they say
the wait will make your heart grow stronger or fonder
For several weeks, on and off, the aforementioned gnomes have apparently been filling dixie cups full of water and dumping them on the carpet in the corner by our sink and bathroom door [gnomes always use dixie cups when they're causing mischief].
There is also a theory that Esther and I have discovered the Eternal Spring of Youth and Fashion under the corner of our dorm room [explains a lot, doesn't it]. If this is the case, we should probably bottle the water and sell it at excessively inflated prices to French tourists [because there are so many french tourists in hillsdale] and donors [because some of them could frankly use it]. Maybe then I could afford to launder all the socks that have become gross because I'm always forgetting that the carpet is wet...
In any case, the dampness - nay, downright sogginess - in our carpet is hopefully not caused by a leaky pipe underneath our sink. We have ruled out the suggestion that we keep flooding the bathroom and let the water run out underneath the door [that theory requires some highly atheltic water, because there's a mountainous ledge that it would have to cross. watch your toes on that ledge, by the way].
Though it is certainly the intent of the diabolical [iago-ish, for all you shakespeare buffs] gnomes to destroy my socks and life, their plan has backfired thanks to Jimbo.
Jimbo is a large, grey boxfan that is currently residing in our room [breaking countless school rules, most likely]. I adore him for two reasons: a. a box fan sounds like home and b. he sounds like summer.
Jimbo's affectionate hum reminds me of all the years that I have spent sleeping away Portland summers to the noise of a distant relative of his [a cousin, most likely]. Even when I graduated to my current homeroom, Hannah and I keep an oscillating fan on for most of the summer [if not longer]. Though I'm still five days from [sunny] home and three months from summer, the melodies of Jimbo the Boxfan are keeping me happy [sentimental], my socks dry, and my room mold-free.
Take that, you heartless capitalist gnomes!
sunny days keepin' the clouds away
i think we're coming to clearing
and a brighter day
so far away, still i think they say
the wait will make your heart grow stronger or fonder
Saturday, March 12, 2005
because of you...
This world is so big and wonderful. Sometimes it makes me sad that I won't be able to experience more of it. I know that the New Heaven and New Earth that I will experience someday will be infinitely greater and more wonderful, but that doesn't keep me from wanting to live and enjoy this short life as much as possible.
I find consolation in the friendship of all of you. Because of friends, I can live deeper. I can feel more, see more, and love more. I'll get to take in a little bit more because you have let me share in your life.
I have traveled the world:
I've visited the tropical islands with Kates. [i want pictures, dear. and i'm sorry you got sick...but did you meet any hot island doctors? *wink*]
I've been to the Olympics and raced around swamps with the Winkster.
I toured Sweden with Hanna and suffered through Excel with Billy.
I'm seeing Europe in a beautiful new way with Millicent.
I've flown to Japan and fallen in love with the Guatemalan people because of Estherina.
I'm enjoying the eccentricites and arts of downtown Portland with Rosie [and others].
I'll be surfing with Allison in sunny California this weekend [oooooh, surfers!].
I'm sharing in the joys and excitement of new life because of Steph, Larissa, and Kimmy.
This summer, I'm falling in love with New York City in the company of Rach.
Who knows where I'll be in five more years!
As much as I wish I could be with all of you all the time, as much as I growl at the miles that seperate our daily lives, through our unique experiences we live all the more.
So, my dear friends, thank you for living your lives. And for changing mine.
I find consolation in the friendship of all of you. Because of friends, I can live deeper. I can feel more, see more, and love more. I'll get to take in a little bit more because you have let me share in your life.
I have traveled the world:
I've visited the tropical islands with Kates. [i want pictures, dear. and i'm sorry you got sick...but did you meet any hot island doctors? *wink*]
I've been to the Olympics and raced around swamps with the Winkster.
I toured Sweden with Hanna and suffered through Excel with Billy.
I'm seeing Europe in a beautiful new way with Millicent.
I've flown to Japan and fallen in love with the Guatemalan people because of Estherina.
I'm enjoying the eccentricites and arts of downtown Portland with Rosie [and others].
I'll be surfing with Allison in sunny California this weekend [oooooh, surfers!].
I'm sharing in the joys and excitement of new life because of Steph, Larissa, and Kimmy.
This summer, I'm falling in love with New York City in the company of Rach.
Who knows where I'll be in five more years!
As much as I wish I could be with all of you all the time, as much as I growl at the miles that seperate our daily lives, through our unique experiences we live all the more.
So, my dear friends, thank you for living your lives. And for changing mine.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
spotlights...
What is it about the theatre that so captures the attention and passion of its players?
Is it the ability to become someone else for three hours every night? The pride from the applause at the curtain call? The addiction to the vanity of seeing one's name and picture in print? The discovery of the internal actress who has always existed in one's soul? The creation of some slightly new art at different performances? The satisfaction of presenting material that causes thought and philosophizing late into the night? The rush of blood as you forget all of your lines 1 minute before you're on, only to remember them as soon as the spotlight blinds you? The combination of exhaustion and adreneline as you walk home in the dark cold, singing harmonies?
Greater men than I have wrestled with all of these questions, and they could not find an answer either.
I don't expect an answer. I simply send out my thoughts and wishes into the void.
So, goodnight, dear Void.
[opening night]
Is it the ability to become someone else for three hours every night? The pride from the applause at the curtain call? The addiction to the vanity of seeing one's name and picture in print? The discovery of the internal actress who has always existed in one's soul? The creation of some slightly new art at different performances? The satisfaction of presenting material that causes thought and philosophizing late into the night? The rush of blood as you forget all of your lines 1 minute before you're on, only to remember them as soon as the spotlight blinds you? The combination of exhaustion and adreneline as you walk home in the dark cold, singing harmonies?
Greater men than I have wrestled with all of these questions, and they could not find an answer either.
I don't expect an answer. I simply send out my thoughts and wishes into the void.
So, goodnight, dear Void.
[opening night]
Sunday, March 06, 2005
so good...
How great is my life? In 13 days, it will be this good:
Today, though, it's about as good as a box of kleenex, a gallon of peppermint ginger tea, and a bucket of cough drops.
[stay tuned for the adventures of friday. i've been told that the story is worth the wait]
Today, though, it's about as good as a box of kleenex, a gallon of peppermint ginger tea, and a bucket of cough drops.
[stay tuned for the adventures of friday. i've been told that the story is worth the wait]
Thursday, March 03, 2005
seeing stars...
Sometimes I have to halt this frantic pace and just wonder at the amazing love of Jesus. Do you ever look back at the you of last week, last month, and especially last year, and just sit in awe?
Exactly a year ago, I was in a strange wasteland called Oklahoma for two weeks. I look back at the joys, sorrows, challenges, and many lessons of those two weeks with a mixtre of feelings. I remember all the highs: playing airsoft, making music videos and a cowboy short, touring OKC and going out to eat, and getting to know some of my Favorites better. I also remember the lows: stress, conviction, mistakes, accusations, confrontations, and painful realizations of my lack of faith and maturity.
I am amazed to see that Emelina. Could that I have really been the me of a year ago? So much has changed, but I still have so many lessons to learn. Still, when I look in the mirror today, I'm not any different, but Jesus has changed my heart so much.
the way is dark, the road is steep
but He's become my eyes to see
the strength to climb, my griefs to bear
the Savior lives inside me there
Life is suppose to get better, stronger, deeper. One reason the hard times are given to us is so we can enjoy the sweet times so much more. I'm so thankful that this March, though it has its share of crazy, is so much better than the March of 2004.
The Oklahomas of life are a gift. Get through them, learn from them, look back on them, and then turn to face the next one with joy.
[[gasp, my baby sister is 11 today! i remember the morning that bets woke me up to tell me that as of 7:58 am, i had a new sister. i remember slowly doing my chores that morning, because mom wasn't there to tell me to stop being lazy, and listening to dad's message on the answering machine, revealing the mystical name of my new sweet baby sister: AmyGrace Evangeline. doesn't that sound like a song? and she's just as beautiful and special at eleven as she was then...]]
Exactly a year ago, I was in a strange wasteland called Oklahoma for two weeks. I look back at the joys, sorrows, challenges, and many lessons of those two weeks with a mixtre of feelings. I remember all the highs: playing airsoft, making music videos and a cowboy short, touring OKC and going out to eat, and getting to know some of my Favorites better. I also remember the lows: stress, conviction, mistakes, accusations, confrontations, and painful realizations of my lack of faith and maturity.
I am amazed to see that Emelina. Could that I have really been the me of a year ago? So much has changed, but I still have so many lessons to learn. Still, when I look in the mirror today, I'm not any different, but Jesus has changed my heart so much.
the way is dark, the road is steep
but He's become my eyes to see
the strength to climb, my griefs to bear
the Savior lives inside me there
Life is suppose to get better, stronger, deeper. One reason the hard times are given to us is so we can enjoy the sweet times so much more. I'm so thankful that this March, though it has its share of crazy, is so much better than the March of 2004.
The Oklahomas of life are a gift. Get through them, learn from them, look back on them, and then turn to face the next one with joy.
[[gasp, my baby sister is 11 today! i remember the morning that bets woke me up to tell me that as of 7:58 am, i had a new sister. i remember slowly doing my chores that morning, because mom wasn't there to tell me to stop being lazy, and listening to dad's message on the answering machine, revealing the mystical name of my new sweet baby sister: AmyGrace Evangeline. doesn't that sound like a song? and she's just as beautiful and special at eleven as she was then...]]
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