Tap Dancing Penguin!

Could it be any better?

Happy Feet Heartsong Clip

This movie is making me smile already - So ridiculously cute and fantastic!

Oh, so this is what everyone was talking about...

AHHHHHH.

By Golly, if I make it through the next 45 days it will be by the GRACE OF GOD alone.

Seriously.

22 things.

So, today has been a bit of an off day, not just for me, but for my favorite people, and my heart hurts. So I thought that dusting off the old blog and making a list might cheer things up. A list of happy things it is!

Things that are making me happy these days (in no particular order):

• New TV seasons. It may make me shallow, but I'm jazzed that the Gilmore Girls tonight is not a rerun. And Grey's Anatomy! WOO!
• Christmas idea magazines. I found this great one from Better Homes and Gardens and some of the ornament ideas are pretty and tasteful - I made several from one example last night.
• Fall. It's nice for a change not to sweat to death over lunch break. I can actually hear the electric company losing money. And see above: It's getting less and less crazy for me to be talking about Christmas stuff.
• Yoplait yogurt. Sometimes, I just go through these phases...
• Coffee. As always. I went through this thing with my throat - Don't take Doxycycline! - and had to go on coffee restriction for two weeks. Those were some sad mornings...
• Our porch kitty, Serious Black. A stray found us (Like we need three cats!) and it has long black hair but with these little white tufts coming out of his ears. And there's hair between his toes. And he has slate blue eyes. (we were goners from the start.)
• Home cooked meals at Mom's house on the weekends. Let me just tell ya'll - my momma knows how to lay out a fantastic table of food. And then snuggling up to The Boy and napping to football, it can't get much better than that.
• Wedding rings. YAY!
• Pretty, pretty wedding dress. I go get fitted tomorrow. Double YAY!
• Suprise yellow roses. I knew there was a reason I was marrying him.
• The return of a soup season. Hurrah for easy meals.
• My new makeup - Bare Minerals. It actually makes me excited to try in the mornings.
• Monday Night Football. I don't really care, but I still love it. Well, except for Joe Theismann.
• My bestest friend. She's the only person with whom I can just sit with a brownie and a cup of coffee and talk for hours. And who will let me put on an old Cary Grant movie for background noise.
• The Fray, Over My Head. This cd is the soundtrack to my life right now. Can't. Stop. Listening.
• Our Honeymoon cottage. Small, but perfect.
• Good, good sleep. Bad, bad alarm clock...
• The return of my button-up oxford shirts. They make looking polished in the morning almost effortless (and comfortable).
• My new jingle bell Christmas wreath. (see what I mean about the Christmas thing?)
• Wednesday night bible study through Psalms. Thank you Dr. Akin - I never knew.
• Having a caterer for the wedding. Ok. I can breathe now.
• Dooce, Pamie, Mighty Girl (and Mighty Goods), Sweet Juniper, Hashai, TWOP.

That's enough for right now. I guess.

As promised....

The gist so far is:

Germany was devastated, France was devastated (1 in 4 men age 18-30 – Gone.) The Bigwigs are meeting in Paris – an unfortunate location because the French are so angry; they had hoped to meet in Geneva but after hearing that Switzerland was on the verge of revolution (Switzerland, really?) and that the whole place was swarming with German spies they had to give in to France’s pleas to have it in their capital city. Colonel Edward House (trusted advisor to President Woodrow Wilson) commented, “It will be difficult enough at best to make a just peace, and it will be almost impossible to do so while sitting in the atmosphere of a belligerent capital. It might turn out well and yet again it might be a tragedy.”

Commentary proceeds from here:

The Peace Conference of 1919 made Paris the capital of the World and involved, at its heart, three men of power, men as apt to human error as the citizens they represented. They came together in the midst of war-torn Europe with the large goal of peace and reconciliation, and the most noted result was the Treaty of
Versailles, signed in June 1919.

Mighty Europe has torn itself to shreds, predictably over a power squabble in the Balkans. The saying “Absolute power corrupts absolutely,” comes to mind – a commentary on the devastation inherent to desire for influence. The only countries that had managed to stay out of the war were Spain, Switzerland, the Netherlands, and Scandinavia. At the end of the war, Austria-Hungary, a larger country in the middle of Europe, had
disappeared. Left in her place was a small collection of newborn and reborn countries: Poland, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia. As peacemakers met, new borders were being traced, dotted lines creating temporary entities, across these lands.

“Self-determination” was the watchword of the time– a phrase gleaned from the comments pouring from the White House. A idea thrown from behind a press conference throng of microphones, its impact was hard to crawl out from under. As Secretary of State Robert Lansing remarked, “When the President talks of ‘Self-determination,’ what unit has he in mind? Does he mean a race, a territorial area, or a community?...It will raise hopes which can never be realized. It will, I fear, cost thousands of lives. In the end it is bound to be discredited, to be called the dream of an idealist who failed to realize the danger until it was too late.” The phrases served as an inspiration to peoples all over the world – “Autonomous development”, “the right of those who submit to authority to have a voice in their own governments” – but the intention was vague. Did Wilson actually mean that any people who called themselves a nation should have their own state? The possible implications of such is an arresting thought.

From this we see the roots of modern problems:

Among them one would list:…the crisis over Iraq(whose present borders resulted from Franco-British rivalries and casual map-making); the continuing quest of the the Kurds for self-determination; disputes between Greece and Turkey; and the endless struggle between Arabs and Jews over land that each thought had been promised them.

And the immediate regret:

"I cannot say for how many years, perhaps I should say for how many centuries, the crisis that has begun will continue," predicted Georges Clemenceau, whose own behavior contributed to the failure. "Yes, this treaty will bring us burdens, troubles, miseries, difficulties, and that will continue for long years."


In Paris three men met, Woodrow Wilson, President of the United States of America, Georges Clemenceau, Prime Minister of France, and David Lloyd George, Prime Minister of Britain, assisted by their respective advisors, and in their hands they held the beginnings of a new world.

More to come later.

A plea to the Powers That Be

Oh, for the weekend.

Everyone has been way too needy this week.

Work and love life.
Friend life has been good.

but I'm drained for the weekdays - I need a beach day (don't know that thats going to happen either, but I'm holding my breath.)

Yeah, So...

Since my track record indicates that I have failed miserably in the maintenance of this blog, especially, um, when it comes to you know, writing in it, and considering that I am now being threatened with judgement from on high:

A Legal Motion, on behalf of Dawn
From: Dawn
Fri, Jul 28, 2006 at 3:55 PM
To: Felicity

Felicity -

According to said agreement of summer 2005, both
involved parties - Miss Felicity, Mrs. Dawn- were under obligation to
heretofor entertain former and latter parties with the details
of life's current ruminations on specified blogspot.com. Currently, you
have been found in a direct breach of this contract, and if not immediately
rectified, the situation may be taken to the Supreme Judge (God Almighty of
the Highest Heaven district). Please note that the consequences of your
actions affects Mrs. Dawn's emotional state and boredom levels, for
which she is currently under strict observation as she presents symptoms of
detrimentally high levels of both boredom and said unsteady mental fixations.
The Supreme Judge is partial to preserving her mental health, so please be aware
that He is fair, but sometimes harsh, in His penalties.

We thank you
in advance for your cooperation.

Sincerely,

Angel Right, of
Golden Gates Law and Order

I feel as though something must be done about this little endeavor of mine.

So this morning when I mentioned to Dawn about the new book I got, and that I bought it hoping (against my better judgement) that I would read it and to, um, make myself feel smarter by owning it (kinda like watching the West Wing) (maybe the knowledge would move from the bookshelf to my brain (diffusion maybe?) ) (how many parenthetical statements are allowed in a sentence?) - anyway, when I mentioned the book, she said "You should read it and write about it on your blog." And, due to the abovementioned threat, I feel that having something to keep up with on the blog would be a good thing, and also possibly a motivator to read the book, I think I may take her up on the idea. Question is: Do you also want commentary on the other book I'm reading, the O.S. Hawkins volume? You would initially say "No, Boring!" but it is actually quite stimulating and correct, and actually maybe more interesting than the meeting of the minds in Paris. Ah, we'll see how much commentary one blog can handle. Maybe this will also motivate me to read more at night when really all my brain has the energy to do is watch House or CSI on TV. Maybe.

Grace and Salt

"Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt,

that you may know how you ought to answer each one."

Colossians 4:6

This weekend I spent some time in the mountains, enjoying the change of scenery and change of pace. We did some hiking and swimming but most importantly Josh and I both did some studying. In the evenings we would sit at the campsite under his canopy shelter and have a cup of tea, each of us reading in the Bible and other study books, me Guidestones, written by O.S. Hawkins, and he, a study of Mark. We would discuss interesting things as we came across them, something we were reading sparking a conversation about church policy or preaching styles or the language of Psalms (Psalm 42:7). I didn't however share what came to my mind when I read this verse (I think I was referred to it by the Hawkins book). I'm not sure why, except I was suprised by my immediate reaction and a little stunned. Maybe I need some time of my own to see how I feel about it.

As I read Colossians 4:6 I realized that it was at the center of my desires in ministry. At the core of what I want to accomplish (and I'm not even sure what that is yet - brief glimmers cling to my dreams) there is a desire to be able to ministry in word as well as in deed. To overcome my fear that I will not say the right thing or say what is needed. Those who know me know that my speech isn't always with grace (One word: Sarcasm.) - I'm not crude at all, but I can be a little less graceful that I might should sometimes, usually only among a select few "kindred spirits", not so much in public.

Anyway, the verse struck me deep sitting in the middle of the woods, and has now become the sincere prayer of the Pastor's Wife within me.

Oh, I forgot the best part...

So, I forgot to mention that while we were playing Mancala, Crystal and I, on the porch last night, we let the cats out of the house (they are indoor pets) to roam around the porch. The rain kept them pretty much contained to where it is dry, until Hobbes figured out that if she stayed along side the edge of the duplex she would stay out of the wet stuff falling from the sky (she's the orange tabby, the mischievious one). So off she went, weaving through the porch rail posts, darting along the brick wall towards the side of the duplex that is not ours. I fetched her on her first attempt, running through the sprinkling rain holding up the legs of my pajama pants to keep them dry, pinning the cat to the grass, then picking her up and depositing her back on the porch. The second attempt it was Crystal's turn, but as I watched her head for Hobbes, I saw Hobbes take a familiar squat-like stance. It wasn't until Crystal began to lift the cat that I realized what was going on. Leaning over the porch rail, in the most Southern accent imaginable (and excuse my crudeness) I began yelling "She's peeing! She's peeing!" several times over, but only once Crystal got her off the ground and towards her body and something warm landed on her foot did she process what I was saying. She cried "She's peeing!" in an even stronger accent than mine, and dropped the cat, who at this point was quite startled. I laughed so hard I cried, clinging onto the rail in order to remain in an upright position. Crystal doubled over and both of us had to catch our breath before I could explain that the cat couldn't help it, she was in the middle of the action when Crystal lifted her. Crystal had originally thought that she had startled Hobbes somehow and the cat had lost control. Regardless, the cats went inside after that. And Crystal changed her dress. And the neighbors are filing to have us committed as the two crazy cat ladies.

My Times

I spent the weekend doing little more than nothing, alternating between lying on the couch watching dvds and sitting on the couch, crocheting, and um, watching dvds. I did go to a movie on Friday night, breakfast on Saturday morning, and church on Sunday morning, but pretty much other than that - the couch. It was fantastic. I so rarely get to do that anymore on the weekends - usually they are a frenetic whirlwind of activity, framed by 4 hours of driving, a couple of days where I seem to do everything but clean my house, which by the weekend, is usually in dire need. You see, I live near the middle of the state, where I moved almost a year ago, after graduating college, to start my first job. My fiance (more later) lives in our hometown, the place I moved away from, down at the coast, two hours away from me. So each weekend, I pack up Thursday night and leave Friday afternoon, headed to the beach where my real life is. Here, it's my alternate life, the single one, where I'm the only person who cares about my plans for the evening, or what I eat for dinner. There, we're a couple, involved in the church where he is the youth minister, circled by family and friends, and always having something that needs to be accomplished. There, there is a group of mostly 12, 13, and 14 year-olds who look up to us and call us, and with whom we spend every other Friday night, Josh beginning at 6, me usually between 7 and 8, whenever I can get there. There, there are VBS skit practices and skits on Sunday mornings, dinner with church members, Saturday dinner with his parents, Sunday lunch with mine. There, I find my home, my perspective, with him, I am reminded who I really am, and that freedom allows me to be who I have to be Monday through Friday.

This weekend I wasn't there and it was suprisingly strange how it felt, spending the whole weekend at home. Josh was in Gulfport, MS for the past week, with the youth, rebuilding a home as part of the Katrina Relief program. The group didn't return until Saturday night and since he would be exhausted and Sundays are busy anyway, it made sense for me not to drive down. So I crocheted on the afghan I'm working on, watched old movies with my roommate, cleaned and organized in my room (desperately needed), read more of Ruth Bell Graham's biography while sipping coffee on the porch, attended the church here I rarely get to visit anymore, played Mancala on the front porch while it lightly rained, watching the cats attempt to brave the raindrops, and snapped beans (which are currently cooking in the crockpot and will hopefully be really good by dinnertime. We'll see.). My roommate, Crystal, says I'm an old lady. And she's right. But it was a nice change. I miss Joshua, and even next weekend is up in the air for us, since it starts a change in his life that will change everything, but I'm anxious to see him.

Next weekend he packs up his apartment and moves his things into storage, where they will remain while he spends a month camping in the mountains, a sabbatical of sorts, before starting his master's at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary in August. The move puts him closer to me, but possibly busier than he is now, so how everything is going to work out is still to be determined. Tackle each thing as we get to it. We get married in December and everything will change again - this year has been one of change and adaptation. From there, only God knows where he will lead us, and my imagination can hardly suppose.

"For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11

"But I trust in you, O Lord;

I say, 'You are my God.'

My times are in your hands...

Let your face shine on your servant;

save me in your unfailing love."

Psalms 31:14-15a, 16

Where I'm From

I am from red clay and ocean, from the whistle of a pressure cooker, Mason jars and snap beans, Zapf dolls and homemade playdough.

I am from a ranch house surrounded by corn and sunflowers, a white parsonage and a driveway lined with pecan trees, a home colored by azaleas and the smell of the ocean.

I am from cattails and magnolia trees, weeping willows and Southern pines.

I am from flannel gowns and heaters, from hard-headedness, from Chris and Teresa, Rosie, Jimmy, Blaine and Ruth.

I am from men of faith and the women who stand beside them, from artists and heroes, and the need to be heard.

I am from "Do your best." and "She's all knees and elbows."

I am from brick churches and tall steeples, favorite hymns and amens, the heat of vacation bible school, the family of a youth group, homecoming and Good Friday and the sounds of praise lifted from joyous hearts. From the solidarity found over Sunday lunch in a Pastor's home and the strength that family provides when the church forgets God and takes it all forgranted.

I am from Carolina, small towns and train tracks, wooden farmhouses and cotton dresses and tobacco.

From a cinderblock apartment and food stamps, families of twelve, the beauty from an artist's brush, a wedding band worn for 59 years.

I am from truth and honesty, hard work, from homemade and love. From a life so blessed that I can hardly contain my gratefulness, loved by those of whom I can say "My loss is heaven's gain."

A-Z about me.

Accent: Southern, all the way.
Best personality trait: I try to be as generous as I can.
Chore I hate: Cleaning out the refrigerator.
Dad's name: Chris
Essential make-up/skin care products: Chanel lipgloss.
Favorite perfume/cologne: Don't have one for me: Nautica and Armani Aqui Di Gio for men.
Gold or silver?: Gold.
Hometown: Leland, NC.
Interesting fact: I'm a Preacher's kid who's about to marry a preacher. And I have lived in a tent for the better part of two months.
Job title: Quality Control Lab Coordinator/Chemist.
Kids: None of my own.
Living arrangements: I lived alone until last month, now I have a friend for a roommate. Plus two cats.
Mom's birthplace: Charlotte, NC.
Number of apples eaten in the last week: None.
Overnight hospital stays: None.
Phobia: Snakes. And I'm a bit claustrophobic.
Question you ask yourself a lot: Am I really good enough?
Religion: Christian
Siblings: 2 brothers. Younger.
Time wake up: Around 7:15 am.
Unnatural hair color: Never.
Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: Beets.
Worst habit: Biting my fingernails. Saying "holy crap".
X-rays?: Broken my arm once and my thumb once. And had to extend my achilles tendon when I was a kid.
Yummy food I make: Brownies.
Zest or Dove: Dove.

I hate running.

Let me just explain. I am not an exercise person. It's not so much that I'm a couch potato - I'm active, but I've never been a good gym rat. I don't see the fun in it. I went in college, some, but the whole time I was there I would be thinking "I'm bored. I could go home now. I'm hungry. I really need to study some more for that Organic exam. That girl has been on that stair climber for an eternity now. Her butt is perfect. She's making me tired. Maybe I should leave. Alright, I'm out." And there you go.

But the last couple days I've been thinking that I spend alot of time sitting on my tail. ALOT. At least during the week. And so, since I really have no other pressing engagements Monday through Thursday, I was thinking that maybe I should involve myself at the local YMCA. Join an aerobics class or take yoga or SOMETHING.

It's not that I'm fat or anything. I'm not. But I'm not in shape either. And summer + impending wedding are making me feel as though I should do something to rectify that particular characteristic.

So, tonight, I'm going to an aerobics class.

I think.

If I can find something to wear.

Spotted

Today on my way back into work from lunch I almost ran into a turtle traveling the opposite direction on the sidewalk. A turtle! Wandering along its way outside my unnamed pharmaceutical company place of employment! What a wonderful thing!

I desperately wanted to save it, or at least transport it to someplace a little more green. The guy walking ahead of me asked if I had any food, but I did not. What do turtles eat anyway? Lettuce? Nuts? Small animals? I think plants, but unfortunately greens are not one of the many things I have in my purse today.

So, little turtle, thank you for brightening my day. I hope you made it to a homier place.

To the shrouded heart...

The remnants of Alberto are falling outside, and my sinuses are making it so that the idea of my head exploding is becoming a positive thought.

For such a day, I thought this poem may serve as an apt complement.

The Poet's Obligation

Pablo Neruda

To whoever is not listening to the sea

this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up

in house or office, factory or woman

or street or mine or dry prison cell,

to him I come, and without speaking or looking

I arrive and open the door of his prison,

and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,

a long rumble of thunder adds itself

to the weight of the planet and the foam,

the groaning rivers of ocean rise,

the star vibrates quickly in its corona

and the sea beats, dies, and goes on beating.

So. Drawn on by my destiny,

I ceaselessly must listen to and keep

the sea's lamenting in my consciousness,

I must feel the crash of the hard water

and gather it up in a perpetual cup

so that, wherever those in prison may be,

wherever they suffer the sentence of the autumn,

I may be present with an errant wave,

I may move in and out of the windows

and hearing me, eyes may lift themselves,

asking, "How can I reach the sea?"

And I will pass to them, saying nothing,

the starry echoes of the wave,

a breaking up of foam and quicksand,

a rustling of salt withdrawing itself,

the gray cry of sea birds on the coast.

So, through me, freedom and the sea

will call in answer to the shrouded heart.

(translated from Spanish by Alastair Reid)

And by that I mean...

I got this list from Catharine. (I'm just a no good thief today aren't I?)

List up to ten (10) things you want to say to ten (10) different people. Do not state who these people are. Do not confirm or deny any 'comment speculation.'

1. Seriously? SHUT. UP.

2. I try not to think of a world without you, because all I see is myself curled into the fetal position, wishing for the darkness to swallow me up.

3. Can't you see you're your own worst enemy? It's not even subtle.

4. I can't really imagine how you feel right now. I only know how I feel and I try to multiply it one hundred times over.

5. If there was anyone in the world I could stand to be on a deserted island with and not end up bickering with constantly, it would be you.

6. I really do just wish that you would go away and leave the rest of us alone.

7. I don't miss you, but I selfishly wonder how you feel about everything that's going on. Does it hurt?

8. I hope that one day this journey brings you full circle and you bring out all the characteristics you have hidden away and add them to the ones I already enjoy. I would really like to hang out with that person.

9. I'm very sad right now.

10. Life becomes a big, fun party when you are a part of it and by that I am truly blessed.

100 Things

I straight stole this from Heather. Enjoy!

First, the instructions, if you want to do it: Fill in numbers instead of Xs. Cut and paste with "I have done # of these 158 things" in the cut tag.

I Have Done 100 of These 158 Things

[1] I have read a lot of books.
[ ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.
[ ] I have run more than two miles without stopping.
[ ] I have been to Canada.
[2] I have been to Europe.
[3] I have watched cartoons for hours.
[4] I have tripped UP the stairs.
[5] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.
[6] I have been snowboarding/skiing.
[7] I have played ping pong.
[8] I swam in the ocean.
[ ] I have been on a whale watch.
[9] I have seen fireworks.
[10] I have seen a shooting star.
[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.
[ ] I have almost drowned. (I have known someone who drowned. And my little brother almost did.)
[11] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
[12] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.
[ ] I have had stitches.
[ ] I have had frostbite.
[ ] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.
[13] I have stayed up til 2 (and beyond) doing homework/projects.
[14] I have been ice skating.
[15] I have been rollerblading.
[16] I have fallen flat on my face.
[17] I have tripped over my own two feet.
[ ] I have been in a fist fight.
[18] I have played videogames for more than three hours straight. (But only original Mario Brothers.)
[19] I have watched the Power Rangers.
[20] I attend church regularly.
[21] I have played Truth or Dare.
[22] I have already had my 16th birthday.
[23] I have already had my 17th birthday.
[24] I've called someone stupid.
[25] I've been in a verbal argument.
[26] I've cried in school.
[ ] I've played basketball on a team.
[ ] I've played baseball on a team.
[ ] I've played football on a team.
[ ] I've played soccer on a team.
[ ] I've done cheerleading on a team.
[27 ] I've played softball on a team.
[ ] I've played volleyball on a team.
[ ] I've played tennis on a team.
[ ] I've been on a track or cross country team.
[28] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.
[ ] I've bungee jumped.
[ ] I've climbed a rock wall.
[ ] I've lost more than $20 (in possession at one time)
[29] I've called myself an idiot.
[30] I've called someone else an idiot.
[31] I've cried myself to sleep.
[32] I've had (or have) pets.
[33] I've owned a Spice Girls CD/cassette.
[ ] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.
[34] I've owned an N*Sync CD.
[ ] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD.
[35] I've mooned someone.
[ ] I have sworn/yelled at someone of authority before.
[36] I've been in the newspaper.
[37] I've been on TV.
[ ] I've been to Hawaii.
[38] I've eaten sushi.
[39] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.
[40] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.
[41] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.
[ ] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.
[42 ] I've watched the Three Stooges.
[43] I've watched Newlyweds.
[44] I've watched Looney Tunes.
[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.
[45] I've been called a geek.
[46] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.
[47] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.
[48 ] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hours.
[ ] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.
[49] I've met a celebrity/music artist.
[50] I've written poetry.
[ ] I've been arrested.
[51] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.
[52] I've been tickled till I've cried.
[53] I've tickled someone else until they cried.
[54] I've had/have siblings.
[55] I've been to a rock concert.
[56] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.
[57] I've been in a play.
[58 ] I've been picked last in gym class.
[59 ] I've been picked first in gym class.
[60] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.
[61] I've cried in front of my friends.
[ ] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.
[ ] I've played Halo 2.
[ ] I've freaked out over a sports game.
[ ] I've been to Alaska.
[ ] I've been to China.
[ ] I've been to Spain.
[ ] I've been to Japan.
[62] I've had a fight with someone on AIM/MSN.
[63] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.
[64] I've had serious conversations on any IM.
[65] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.
[66] I've been forgiven.
[67] I've screamed at a scary movie.
[68] I've cried at a chick flick.
[69] I've watched a lot of action movies.
[ ] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.
[ ] I've been to a rap concert.
[ ] I've been to a hip hop concert.
[70] I've lived in more than 2 houses.
[71] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway.
[72] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.
[73] I've been in a car accident.
[ ] I've done drugs.
[74] I've been homesick.
[75] I've thrown up.
[ ] I've thrown up on someone.
[76] I've been horseback riding.
[ ] I've filled out more than 10 MySpace/LJ surveys.
[77] I've spoken my mind in public.
[78] I've proven someone wrong.
[79] I've been proven wrong by someone.
[ ] I've broken a leg.
[80] I've broken an arm.
[ ] I've fallen off a swing.
[81] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight. (I consider this an action of catharsis. I admit it.)
[82] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.
[83] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.
[ ] I've lost my backpack.
[ ] I've come close to dying.
[ ] I've seen someone die.
[84] I've known someone who has died.
[85] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.
[86] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.
[87] I've taken something/someone for granted.
[88] I've realized how good my life is.
[89] I've counted my blessings.
[90] I've made fun of a classmate.
[91] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.
[ ] I've slapped someone in the face.
[92] I've been skateboarding.
[ ] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.
[93] I've lied to someone to their face.
[94] I've told a little white lie.
[95] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.
[96] I've fainted.
[97] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.[98] I've pushed someone into a pool.
[99] I've been pushed into a pool.
[100] I've been/am in love.

The Fray

Let's rearrange

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage

Just say that we agree and then never change

Soften a bit until we all just get along

"Over My Head", The Fray

What?

It's not like I haven't written in 6 months - What are you looking at me like that for? Huh? Huh?

I never said I'd be good at this. I know better.

In other news - EVERYTHING CHANGED. Or almost everything. Gas stayed expensive. The cats are still crazy. But the rest of it, changed. Jokes became reality, and the things I do every day suddenly took on a very real life of their own.

It would definitely be creepy, if it wasn't so good.

That said, breakup of the ages reversed itself and now I find myself getting married in December to the very guy I didn't want to face last Thanksgiving. And so it goes...



(tap, tap - Is this thing on? Dawn, are you getting this?)