Friday, March 27, 2009

God vs. Man

Man: 6'7"
God: Mt. Everest

Man: 1 Trillion Dollars
God: Worlds without Number

Man: PhD
God: Omniscient

Man: size 0, blond, curvy and sexy
God: Virtuous, Intelligent and Nurturing

Man: Gives a ring
God: Gave His Son

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Follow the Advice of the Song....

You know, there are far too many critics out there that depise country music. They claim the music is just good for losing your dog, truck and girlfriend. I disagree.

Most days, I gain strength from the inspirational messages found in some country songs. I can hum, Angels Among us by Alabama when I need a little reassurance. Another song, Some of God's Greastest Gifts Are Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks reminds me that a Creator is in control, and I should trust in Him to give me of the things I need, WHEN I need them, because He knows best.

However, lately, a song by Lady Antebellum has resonated with my soul, called I Run. This song describes the importance of relying on one another during difficult and stressful times. Although "this world keeps spinning faster, towards a new disaster" all I have to do is I run to you. Who is you? My family and friends. All I have to do is ask for help and then RUN.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Close to a hymn, eh?

Any guesses to where I will be going next Fall?

I woke up with this song in my head the other day, and figured, what the heck...Oklahoma, here I come.

Go Cowboys!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Spring Break--Logan

And people wonder why I never get excited about Spring Break.

Need I say more? I woke up to this.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Food Triggered Memories

As I thought about what to make for lunch today, I had an overwhelming craving come over me to eat macaroni and cheese. Maybe its the fact that my roommates are all traveling for spring break and I am home alone. It seems as if the fattening yellow noodles ooze with comfort and memories.

Eating macaroni and cheese was something I used to do all the time while visiting my favorite Grandma Day. After mixing the masterpiece, she would sprinkle my mac and cheese with pepper to give it a little more spunk--just like her. During lunch we would chat about her and Grandpa Day's love story; or any story from her lifetime.

Macaroni and Cheese has also been the fly on the wall during many long friendship conversations. Over a bowl of mac and cheese I spilled my guts about my secret crushes and frustrations. Other days I have laughed so hard until my macaroni and cheese wanted to take flight across the room like a NASA rocket ship.

Macaroni and Cheese taught me that quality (Kraft) is worth a good investment, over cheap (Western Family) and a horrible supper. It also taught me as a sophomore in college you do not leave your roommate unattended to make homemade macaroni and cheese--for the burning smell can take weeks to wear off.

It is no wonder, I have overwhelming cravings for mac a cheese--its just my stomach telling my heart that I miss the people in whom I used to share it with. So whether they be in Spring City, Texas, New York, Brazil, Wisconsin or Heaven, they need not to worry, for I have my mac and cheese to remind me of them.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Solution to Life's Problems--Get a Boyfriend

I think my friends and relatives have found the solution to all life's problems--Get a boyfriend. Amidst all my murmurings and complaints about life's trials, its amazing how much the subject of dating finds its way into our conversations.

Me: I'm frustrated because I cannot find a job.
Sister: Have you been on a date lately?

Me: What do you think about graduate school?
Friend: I think you will be married within the next year.

Me: I need to go for a horseback ride.
Friend: Have you thought about taking a hot boy with you?

Me: Can you give me a massage?
Sister: That's what boyfriends are for.

However, my truthful thought on Friday night is:
Me: What should I do tonight? Dude, I wish I had a boyfriend.