Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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
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.