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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Tue, 20 May 2008 02:39:04 GMT

"I'm a Christian. I know about someone givin ghis life for me."
"No, you don't. ... You don't know about that. If you did, it would change every area of your life. Not a day would go by, not an hour, that you weren't thankful for what he did for you. You'd wear it like a robe. It would be all over your face. His light would shine out of you. But you don't. ... Just think about it. A man gave his life for you, and you mostly ignore him."

~ Word of Honor

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Wed, 14 May 2008 13:02:56 GMT

*bursts forth from the crypt, but looks more like she stepped out of a band-box* Yes, I'm just blessed that way.

In the last six months I have:
Read 50-some books (including my first Shakespeare and non-Narnia/Space Trilogy Lewis).
Worked six different jobs (most of them simultaneously).
Seen two concerts and one recital.
Held my friend's day-old baby boy.
Sewed a Regency gown.
Had my hair done at a salon for the first time.
Gone to the movie theater five times (including Enchanted three times)
Been to two funerals.
Broken up with Jason.
Started voice lessons.
Gotten accepted to Southwest Baptist University.
Got a half-tuition scholarship to SBU.
Got a full-tuition scholarship to SBU.
Decided that I was definitely going to SBU.

Stolen from my dearest V.

Comment and I will...

1. Tell you why I friended you. (This was originally an LJ thing...)
2. Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ/Blog.

And now it's time for pointless posts by Victoria!!!

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:34:06 GMT

I'm listening to the BBC's North and South soundtrack.

Don't step in me when I melt into a puddle.

It has a beat...

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 05:03:57 GMT

Recently posted on IDD:

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort,
and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall.
And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse;
then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang.

When the copy on your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk,
and the macro code instructions are causing unnecessary risk,
then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM,
and then quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your Mom!

If you qualify...

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 16:11:56 GMT

http://www.janeaustensurvey.org/id1.html

Top books of 2007

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 03:38:56 GMT

Fiction:

Pride and Prejudice: I had forgotten how much I love this book. It just doesn't stop. Moving from wit to thoughtfulness to heart-touching, it is such a deserving classic.

The Wayfarer Series: My brother wrote these! Not half bad, actually.

The Prince: My favorite of the Sons of Encouragement series by Francine Rivers. She's helping me love the Old Testament!

Leota's Garden: Another Francine Rivers. I 'discovered' her this year. She crafts the most amazing characters. Well-written Christian fiction is sadly almost non-existent, but there are a few that truly dig to the heart.

Leave it to Psmith: My favorite Wodehouse that I've read. Fish and flowerpots...

Non-Fiction:

The Excellent Wife: One of those books that you have to hate because it is so convicting, even for singles!

Let Me Be a Woman: Still one of my favorite books of all time. A wealth of beauty and wisdom.

The Holiness of God: By R.C. Sproul. Whom do you worship? Heart-changing and mind renewing.

The Screwtape Letters: Almost every paragraph is quotable. Fascinating look at how the mind works.

Here's a little fun thing for you to do...
Follow these easy steps!

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4.Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along in your own journal because it's more amusing that way.

The first picture I had was pretty kewl, but my program couldn't open it. =(

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 03:23:45 GMT

He stood in my checkout lane. Tall, with sandy hair and eyes that had seen more than I can understand. His young wife laid gift wrap on the counter while he kept his hands in the pockets of his frayed jeans. Beneath his ball cap spiked military-short hair. Casual chatting was obviously difficult for him. His mouth could not stay shut and his tongue would not do what he wanted. An acquaintance spotted him and came over to catch up on life. She had heard he had been injured and was glad to see him home. Would he mind talking about the details? He did not. With openness and ease, he told about the sniper that had shot through his neck and mouth when he was deployed. He remembered everything perfectly and never lost consciousness. Periodically, he would pull out a cloth to dry his chin, but nothing other than occasional questions stopped his story. He had walked away, been cared for, and taken back to the U.S. His wedding was soon after. No bitterness was in his voice or words. His friend and wife listened carefully to catch all he said. As they left, Grace and Strength were in his wake.

Christmasy stuff

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 14:44:39 GMT

Forget that Thanksgiving post. *pokes*

*******

We got out pretty late at work earlier this week and it was freezing cold. So we all headed to our cars and started them up. I was sitting inside talking to Mother on my cell while the windows s-l-o-w-l-y defrosted. Then somebody started scraping at my windshield and a dimpled grin showed in the clear spot. It was Melissa, one of my co-workers, and Alan doing the same thing on the other side. I grabbed my scraper from the trunk and we all ran around cleaning off everybody else's cars and left together about 10 minutes later. Ah, camaraderie.

*******

I did have a pretty good night at Living Windows. My students did amazingly well. One of them had been struggling with a song for a few weeks and I was kind of worried about how he would do and if he would be crushed by whatever problems he had. He played it so much better than he had on Wednesday! Turns out he had borrowed a keyboard to get used to playing on an electric instrument and just had to try out ALL of the instrument modes. There's no telling how many times he must have played that song. It was actually just me and my mother for most of the evening! We just wandered about looking at whatever struck our fancy. So much fun... Where was Jason? He went out to eat with his family, had an allergic reaction to the shrimp, and had to go home. The night ended with a trek to the governor's mansion where the man had been shaking hand after hand the whole time. That's dedication.

*******

Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

I should be in bed, but I'm awake and saying silly things on here instead. Nice.

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 12:53:04 GMT

*written at 1:40 this morning*

I am officially up way too late. But I'm talking to a friend I haven't really communicated with in forever, so I have an excellent excuse. I think I've hit backspace more times than there are actual characters on here. My fingers are freezing. I can hear the ice crackle in the veins as I bend them.

Living Windows is on Friday. In years past that would fill me with excitement. I loved walking around with my girls, chattering and laughing as the guys cracked joke after joke, then running into stores to warm up, drink hot chocolate, perform, or watch our friends perform. I'm just not as into it this year. My thoughts mostly run on how some of the friends won't be there and knowing I still have no idea what I'm going to be playing. Watch me come home Friday on a completely unexpected happiness high!

I wanted to do a photo post of Thanksgiving, but Xanga was being VERY difficult with uploading the pictures and putting them in a blog. So I suppose it shall have to wait until I can figure it out.

Hmmm... As I look back, this blog is neither amusing, inspirational, nor informative. This, my friends, is how NOT to blog. I keep trying to think of some redeeming something I can stick in here... I know! Song lyrics! They make any blog look thoughtful. I love the Gettys. I'm going to bed.

Oh, to see the dawn
Of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men,
Torn and beaten, then
Nailed to a cross of wood.

This, the power of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath—
We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain
Written on Your face,
Bearing the awesome weight of sin.
Every bitter thought,
Every evil deed
Crowning Your bloodstained brow.

This, the power of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath—
We stand forgiven at the cross.

Now the daylight flees;
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
"Finished!" the victory cry.

This, the power of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath—
We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see my name
Written in the wounds,
For through Your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death;
Life is mine to live,
Won through Your selfless love.

This, the power of the cross:
Son of God—slain for us.
What a love! What a cost!
We stand forgiven at the cross.

~ Keith Getty & Stuart Townend

A Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 13:40:56 GMT

Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth.
Serve the Lord with gladness;
Come before Him with joyful singing.
Know that the Lord Himself is God;
It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves;
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter His gates with thanksgiving
And His courts with praise.
Give thanks to Him, bless His name.
For the Lord is good;
His lovingkindness is everlasting
And His faithfulness to all generations.
~ Psalm 100