I MISS RITA!!!!!!!!!

In fact we all do...

We'll be crying until you return.

Come back soon Dear!!

Fun times..

Things to do if you're bored:

Canoe in a dry creek bed.

Float in a canoe in the middle of a pond while reading.

Dig holes. Deep ones.

Make your own slip n slide out of trash bags, water and dish soap.

Find a creek, find the steepest bank, and climb it.

Ride your bike to the nearest sonic or dollar store.

Have a silly string fight with as many people as possible.

Do the same with water baloons. Invite the neighbors.

Sleep in a tent in your back yard.

Make s'mores. You can do this with a fire place, bon fire, microwave, gas stove, candle, or any other form of heat.

Read a funny book aloud with friends.

Dye your hair with the cheapest hair dye you can find.

Rent a super hero movie.

Rent an indie film and watch it with a friend really late at night with lots of sugar and caffine. Redbull is good for this.

Make a desert out of anything and everything sweet in your house.

Turn on music really loud in the middle of the house and dance with any family members who pass by.

Go on really, really, long walks.

Sit in a hot tub with coffee, music and awesome people.

I have tested all of these boredom sollutions personally and find them all quite satisfactory.

Alas, I have been tagged!

What I was doing 10 years ago: I was 8 years old, living in an old victorian house in Hallettsville. I was mostly swimming in our pool, playing barbies, and visiting Mema and Papa.
Five things on my To Do List today:
1. Water my garden
2. Cut Molly's hair
3. Give Molly a bath
4. Listen to a Mark Driscoll sermon (Faith and Works)
5. Finish planning my awesome birthday!
Snacks I enjoy:
1. Peanut butter fold-overs
2. Red Pears
3. Chips and home-made salsa
4. Chocolate
5. Kashi bars
(sorry Ev, we just have similar taste!)
What I would do if I were a billionaire:
Hmm, I would give some to all of these people I know who are waiting to do awesome things but are halted by funds, that would include myself.
Five places I have lived:
1. Petionville, Haiti
2. Pelerin, Haiti
3. Manchester, CT
4. Halletsville, Tx
5. Bryan, Tx
Five jobs I have had:
1. Orphanage worker
2. Baby-sitter
3. Cook
4. Housekeeper
5. Hole Digger... :)

The Best song for when:

You're riding in the car at night: The Scientist---Coldplay

You wanna dance: Love Today---- Mika

You wanna sing: Hey Jude--- The Beatles

You wanna cry: Goodbye My Lover---James Blunt

You're doing yard work: Susie Q---- CCR

You're riding in the car anytime with the windows down: Bohemian Rhapsody--- Queen

You wanna belt it out with your mom: Girls just wanna have fun--- Cyndi Lauper

You're working out: China Grove---The Doobie Brothers

You're eating hamburgers outside: Monkeys Theme song---- The Monkeys

That's it for now!

Flowers in my hair...

I like this song.

Even though it makes it sound like punk rockers and hippies were one and the same..

which is a little weird.. I still like the message.

Although, I don't think it's actually too late, or that everyone in the 60's and 70's had it all right, sometimes it seems that way.

I wish I was a punk rocker (with flowers in my hair)

By Sandi Thom

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air

I was born too late into a world that doesn't care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar

Not everybody drove a car

When music really mattered and when radio was king

When accountants didn't have control

And the media couldn't buy your soul

And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

[Chorus]

When pop stars still remained a myth

And ignorance could still be bliss

And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale

My mom and dad were in their teens

And anarchy was still a dream

And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

[Chorus]

When record shops were still on top

And vinyl was all that they stocked

And the super info highway was still drifting out in space

Kids were wearing hand me downs

And playing games meant kick arounds

And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

[Chorus]

I was born too late into a world that doesn't care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

(Thanks Everly! :)

Feist and money. :)......:(

Attention everyone awesome:

Feist will be at Stubb's BBQ on April 15th.

We should go.

Also:

Money is stinky.

(Literally, have you smelled it lately?)

I don't like it one bit.

I think we should start a new country,

where everyone is just nice enough to share.

And no one needs money.

Nobody would have money problems if there was no money.

Or, I guess you could say that everyone would have money problems..

But it wouldn't matter!

Here are some Feist lyrics for your enjoyment.

"How My Heart Behaves"

What grew

What grew

What grew and inside who

First so simple was the vow

Then the chorus sang about

Your shoulder

The mooring for me

Like water lost in the sea

The cold heart will burs

tIf mistrusted first

And a calm heart will break

When given a shake

I'm a stem now

Pushing the drought aside

Opening up

Fanning my yellow eye

On the ferry

That's making the waves wave

Illumination

This is how my heart behaves

The cold heart will burst

If mistrusted first

And a calm heart will break

When given a shake

(How her heart behaves)

The rain rain making me cry

(How her heart behaves)

Then the wind comes

Fanning my yellow eye

(How her heart behaves)

The waves wave the waves wave

This is how my heart behaves

A cold heart will burst

If mistrusted first

And a calm heart will break

When given a shake

The cold heart will burst

If mistrusted first

And a calm heart will break

When given a shake

What grew

What grew

What grew and inside who

Quotes from Jim Elliot

Thanks to Rita I'm reading Jim Elliot's Journals and I'm loving them!
They're so insightful yet simple, convicting yet encouraging, and beautiful.
It's such a bessing to have people like him to look to as examples and it's a real blessing to have their actual journals to go to in order to find out what they were really like. I'm thankful that I can read his journal but I'm embarressed to think of someone reading mine.
He was by no means a perfect person but he was an example of trying to be where God wanted him, doing what God wanted him to be doing. That's as much as any of us can do. It's just encouraging to see how it has happened in someone elses life before you.
Another thing that I've been convicted of while reading is that he strove so hard to be in the word constantly. And not only that but to really understand it and love it. He didn't always understand it or love it judging by his journals but he continually reminded himself to try.
I frequently forget how closely related people are to eachother in their thoughts and feelings. I don't forget that other people suffer or struggle but I forget that they do it in much the same way I do. I foolishly and selfishly start thinking that these thoughts or feelings are new ones. I'm completely wrong. By reading his journals I've already discovered many things he says that I've thought about myself.
He was a young man writing these things in 1948 and I shouldn't have anything in common with him, right? And yet I do. I'm not trying to compare myself to him or belittle what he did or who he was but sometimes, I think, we forget how simular we all are to one another in or innermost areas of our minds and hearts.
Anyway enough ramblings. I've only just begun to read the book and have a long way to go. I know I'll have lots more thoughts and quotes from it later on but I leave you with some quotes that I've come accross already.

"God, I pray, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn up for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life but a full one like Your's, Lord Jesus."

"O God, save me from a life of barrenness, following a formal pattern of ethics called Theism and give instead that vital contact of the soul with Thy divine life that fruit may be produced and Life-abudant living may be known again as the final proof for Christ's message and work!"

"Yes, send persecution to me, Lord, that my life might bring forth much fruit."

"As the bush burned and was not consumed, so God enters a man and peforms a miracle. God is an eternal burning and when He makes His abode with a man, He allows that man to become a witness to His power without being consumed by His person."

"Mark my ear, Lord, that it might respond only to Thy voice."