On my apologies

I realize that is has been quite a while since I've last written. It isn't that I haven't had thoughts, it's just that time required for me to document them has been scarce. Hopefully that will change soon. I should be writing something new in the next few days. I would promise, but I know everyone who's currently studying the Sermon on the Mount with me would call me out on it :)
Until I write again, here's something from my life: You know it's time to step back and reassess when your mother tells you that you need to stop taking life so seriously.

PS. I have a cold again, help me think of more play on words to use with "phlegm."

On cool beans and the art of imitation

I find that the more time I spend around a person, the more I begin to behave like them. I think that we're all a little bit like that. By spending a good deal of time with someone, I begin to pick up on their little hand gestures, speech patterns, or unique expressions. For example, Lydia has a multitude of people whom she calls "Paco" for no real reason... this has kind of grown on me and I know enjoy calling people "Paco" myself. (The real Paco by the way is the most fabulous waiter at Acapulco.) Also Steven's little thing where is says "cool beans" when he thinks something is neat has worked it's way into frequent use with me. The last few days it 's become super prevalent in my mind that I am a huge imitator. I love repeating the things that people say, mocking the way they say them. Accents are also lots of fun and I like messing with those (talking like an India Indian but also having the tongue on the roof of my mouth, a newly discovered obnoxious talent). I quote movies like crazy and can memorize songs lyrics in a heartbeat but this week I've overestimated my talents it seems. On Thursday I tried out for the play at my school. Now, don't get all excited because I found out today that I didn't make it, but I've learned that I was wrong in thinking that being a good imitator would make me a good actress. See the play I tried out for I'd never heard of or seen before. Therefore I was cold...nothing to imitate. I'm really not sure if writing about this was in anyway productive, but now you get to hear all my excuses and such...your welcome. I'm trying not to make that big a deal out of it... pray for me that I find a different outlet through which I can shine my light (that was pretty much the sole trying out purpose). Glass Half Full Moment: for me imitating is way better than acting because imitating shows flattery (usually) and we're supposed to be imitators of who?? Jesus so I guess being a good imitator should come in handy with that business (some days more than others) and you know being an actor of Jesus would be no good at all. Sorry it's been a bit since I've written anything especially noteworthy...thanks for reading anyway. Oh and a PS, I'm published!!! I've been being a total braggart about this because I can. in Newburgh and Evansville, stop by a bridal store and get a free magazine because my prom article is in there...page 27. Cheerio now and sorry if I know you well and stole an expression of your for this post :)

On "God bless us every one!"

...said Tiny Tim the last of all, wanna know why?

Cause his family got a Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Oh yeah

On where's my dreamboat?

Just reminding myself:



Her smile is big. Her teeth shine as brilliant white in the celestial glow. Her radiance comes from the joy she feels, a joy so complete and overwhelming, it cannot compare to anything she has ever felt before. Though she wears no makeup, her cheeks glows as though kissed by the loveliest pink rose.The Princess.While she awaits her knight, knowing he is soon to come riding on his white horse, she wears her white gown and skips merrily. The dress is the purest most beautiful white, in representation of the new cleanliness of her heart. White petals fall lightly to the ground from the wreath on her head as she dances about. She is unable to contain her happiness, her bare feet trip over each other during her childlike celebration.She wears her hair loose in long ringlets down her back like she did when she was a little girl. In her hands, she carries a bouquet of white dandelions, her favorite, but they are not separated by the wind, but remain connected as if in a dream. But this is no dream, she knows it cannot be. This is more rare and perfect and beautiful than any dream she's ever had.She twirls in circles, lifting her hands above her head, delighting, rejoicing in the glorious light. While turning, she gets her first glimpse of him. He is quietly ascending the hill, strong and sure-footed. One look into his all-seeing eyes and she knows it's him The Prince (Jesus)He is the one she's been waiting for. The passion of her heart. She sees him and knows the time has come; tears of unsurpassed joy well in her eyes. She has waited so long to see his face. She runs to him, a wild undignified canter.He sees her and laughs; he can't help but beam at her sheer enthusiasm and excitement. He is so glad she is his princess; he so delights in her. With his eyes, he takes in her human form and all her physical imperfections, but all his heart sees is beauty.He takes her hand gently, and together they walk through the garden. Neither needs to speak, he knows exactly what she is thinking, and she knows he loves her. This is all she ever need know. They gaze contentedly at the blooming flowers and magnificent trees, and listen to the whistling birds. Both he and she have yet to stop smiling. He kisses her on the cheek; it is a perfect, holy kiss. This is a kiss not of worldly love, but of pure, spiritual love.He leads her out of the garden gate and down the lane. It is time for the ceremony. All the angels are there, they have been awaiting the prince and princess. They have become the bridegroom and bride.The Wedding It is the most exciting, glorious celebration ever. There has never been a more perfect, happy wedding. The best part is that the Father is there. It has been his greatest desire to complete the joy of his daughter. He is beyond thrilled to see his princess smile and laugh as she dances with her life's love. She is finally with them, the Son and the Father. She has waited for so long! Together, the prince and princess blow on the bundle of dandelions, scattering the white seeds, getting some in their hair.The Ascension The Father embraces his princess in an affectionate, paternal hug. Then he sends the daughter off with her prince. The two go again into the garden, where he sends her flying high on the wooded swing. In the air, she laughs and sings joyously, thinking she may soon reach the clouds if she goes any higher. And then, she does. Together the prince and princess ascend into the sky.Once there, she takes her place amongst all the singing, dancing, worshipping princesses. Now she knows she can live forever with the prince and the father. This is her beautiful eternity.

On oh nostalgia...

We came across this little folder from my two year old preschool class...in the pictures I look like a boy no joke, but inside there was a descriptions of all the toddlers in the class. If anyone was wondering how and when I came to be as I am, just read what my 2 year preschool teacher had to say about me. It started a long time ago...
"Lindsey is a sweet, curly headed little girl who loves to spend time with her Mom, Erin. Especially when it means an outing to McDonald's for her favorite foods, chicken nuggets, french fries and a chocolate shake.
Reading is on of Lindsey's favorite activities. She loves to sit down by herself with a stack of books and won't get up until she has finished reading all of them! She has memorized many of the books and enjoys "reading" them to her Mom.
Another favorite activity of Lindsey's is pretending. She enjoys acting and reciting lines from movies such as Beauty and the Beast and The Wizard of Oz. She especially likes playing the nice/good roles of the movies."

Remember now, I was TWO!! Oh yea, two and already quoting movies...foreshadowing anyone?? Well, just a fun thing I thought I'd share :) And by the way, if you remember the Princess mitten blogged about many moons ago, they've made a come back. I bought some for ballerina friend Katy for her birthday...definitely.

(titled for Eric) On chivalric burquas?

Chivalry isn't dead!! It's a very happy thing I've discovered over the last few days...that's all I'm going to say about that. Now I want to talk about burquas. I've been reading this book about Afghanistan for my English class. In the novel, the husband asks his wife to wear a burqua so that other men wont see her face. The man says that his wife and their marriage is sacred and special and he doesn't want any impurities in it. At first, the woman is very flattered by his request. She fees protected and treasured. Now, I've always thought of burquas (which by the way is an amazing word) as being oppressive, but this new idea made me think. What if this idea actually is coming from a good place? Obviously, I have a clouded "western" view of the matter, and can't imagine what it would be like in a culture where wearing a burqua is commonplace. What I guess I've realized is that there are multiple sides to this. It isn't fair for me to criticize something that I really don't understand. We look at those who wear the burquas and call them oppressed, but they look at the way we dress and calls us trashy and immoral. I think it would be really interesting to wear a burqua for a day...open my eyes by covering them up (ha ha). This topic has just been making me think lately so I thought I'd share. What do you think?? Can the concept of the burqua been traced back to modesty and chivalry, or is it evil and limiting?

PS I was thinking about this just after I finished writing my article on prom for the newspaper. Burqua Prom, a weird, yet kind of cool visual no? Possibly a short story someday :)

On "be meaner, I'll like you better"

Ponder this with me if you will: why is it in our society that it is so acceptable, even attractive, to be "bad"? It seems to me that many people have this idea in their minds (especially teenagers) of what they're supposed to be like and it often ends up being not very nice. Why do we pat on the back those who curse and make crude jokes? Good for you, you're so bad. Really?? I don't understand this at all. When did our standards change? You grow up and are punished for lying, cheating, and stealing only to have your world turned upside down in young adulthood as everything screams "Lie! Cheat! Steal! You'll be cool!" Something is wrong when I'm in the minority for having and listening to a conscience. I don't think a good person is measured by the absence or presence of sin, we all sin. Rather, a good person is measured in what they do about their sin. To me it's pretty simple: you do something bad, you feel guilty, you repent, you try not to do it again, you feel better. Today the process for many seems to be: you do something bad, you tell your friends, they pat you on the back, you feel good and are anxious to do it again. We do bad thing to try and impress. How did this get started? It's extremely worrisome. Personally, being a good person makes me happy; it's not a chore. I used to try to be edgy or whatever to be impressive and I hated, I felt like crap all the time. So, is it just me here, am I backwards? Or, is the world peopled with massicists? Now, I am certainly not what I'd call persecuted for not being bad, but I'm definitely not applauded for it either. Thoughts????