--A conversation between a five year old and a twenty-seven year old.--
"I want to come downstairs with you."
"No."
"I don't want to be alone!"
"You aren't. You have Ruff-Ruff."
"I thought you were snuggling with him last night."
"Nope."
"Why not? Why weren't you snuggling with him?!"
"I'm not a snuggler."
"Come onnnnn. Everybody is a snuggler."
"I'm not."
"Pleaasssse. Take him."
"No thanks. You take him. Here's Monkey-Face too."
"You take Ruff-Ruff. You need someone to snuggle with."
"No thanks! I'm not a snuggler. Go to bed."
"Pleasssssse take him. Everybody needs to snuggle with somebody."
--Is it true?--
8.11.2008
When Irish Eyes are Smiling
Ah... the weekend. One week, there's nothing to do, the next... a full itinerary.
At my soccer game on Friday night I scored a goal. Made some okay saves. A goal is a goal and a save is a save though. We played a team with guys that were tons faster than I. It was all I had just to keep up! But it was great weather and a great game.
Friday night was also my church group's all-night prayer meeting. I got there late and left early. I wasn't that hyped about going there or the whole idea of it. But once I arrived I was good to go. But, instead of praying and studying, I ended up talking to a gal about her job and her week for almost two hours. She needed somebody to talk to and I had a little venting to do myself, but the vibe completely left me. I stayed for another hour, trying to get back into the spirit, but I felt like I was insulting what the others were there for. So, I headed home at 3 in the morning.
Six hours of sleep later, I was up and raring to go! It was IrishFest up in St. Paul and I was excited! Not to just be around "my own people", but b/c Flogging Molly was there. Oh, there were other great things too. I learned the Irish Jig and how to social dance. I ate Fish n Chips. I saw many a man in a kilt... I feel like I'm ready to head to the Emerald Isle and I'd fit right in!
Flogging Molly was a blast! Some of my favorite moments involved pushing others into the mosh pits to save myself from being sucked in. Seeing people of all ages in the crowd singing, dancing, jumping and loving the music. And seeing that chivalry is not dead. I have a few separate scenarios for that! The first was that a gal was trying to leave the crowd. It was an outdoor venue, but still insanely crowded and packed. Out of nowhere, this fella with a horn coming out of his chin yelled: "Hey! Let the lady through!" Needless to say, we were all stunned! But, the seas parted and she was able to pass. The next moments involved men watching out for their women. I was standing next to this girl who was holding onto this little Asian guy and the boyfriend was standing behind her. Now, she wasn't the type of girlfriend who is at the show (and having a horrible time) just b/c her boyfriend is there. She was singing along and didn't seem bothered by all the turmoil in the crowd. But, as soon as a mosh pit started up next to us, her boyfriend came charging in and put himself b/t the pit and his girl. How adorable is that?! He would then give a quick kiss on the cheek and they'd keep dancing.
Sunday was an easy day at the house. My back is a bit sore from the concert. (Getting hit and pushed around.) Made some cookies, made some dinner, played outside with the neighbors.
It was a great summer weekend.
At my soccer game on Friday night I scored a goal. Made some okay saves. A goal is a goal and a save is a save though. We played a team with guys that were tons faster than I. It was all I had just to keep up! But it was great weather and a great game.
Friday night was also my church group's all-night prayer meeting. I got there late and left early. I wasn't that hyped about going there or the whole idea of it. But once I arrived I was good to go. But, instead of praying and studying, I ended up talking to a gal about her job and her week for almost two hours. She needed somebody to talk to and I had a little venting to do myself, but the vibe completely left me. I stayed for another hour, trying to get back into the spirit, but I felt like I was insulting what the others were there for. So, I headed home at 3 in the morning.
Six hours of sleep later, I was up and raring to go! It was IrishFest up in St. Paul and I was excited! Not to just be around "my own people", but b/c Flogging Molly was there. Oh, there were other great things too. I learned the Irish Jig and how to social dance. I ate Fish n Chips. I saw many a man in a kilt... I feel like I'm ready to head to the Emerald Isle and I'd fit right in!
Flogging Molly was a blast! Some of my favorite moments involved pushing others into the mosh pits to save myself from being sucked in. Seeing people of all ages in the crowd singing, dancing, jumping and loving the music. And seeing that chivalry is not dead. I have a few separate scenarios for that! The first was that a gal was trying to leave the crowd. It was an outdoor venue, but still insanely crowded and packed. Out of nowhere, this fella with a horn coming out of his chin yelled: "Hey! Let the lady through!" Needless to say, we were all stunned! But, the seas parted and she was able to pass. The next moments involved men watching out for their women. I was standing next to this girl who was holding onto this little Asian guy and the boyfriend was standing behind her. Now, she wasn't the type of girlfriend who is at the show (and having a horrible time) just b/c her boyfriend is there. She was singing along and didn't seem bothered by all the turmoil in the crowd. But, as soon as a mosh pit started up next to us, her boyfriend came charging in and put himself b/t the pit and his girl. How adorable is that?! He would then give a quick kiss on the cheek and they'd keep dancing.
Sunday was an easy day at the house. My back is a bit sore from the concert. (Getting hit and pushed around.) Made some cookies, made some dinner, played outside with the neighbors.
It was a great summer weekend.
8.03.2008
Tequila: Friend or Foe
Usually I would tell people that tequila is no friend of mine. Nothing good has ever come of drinking it! But tonight... Tonight feels wonderful! Let me explain.
Tonight was the final night for my women's soccer team. We had a great game! I started midfield (almost scored, almost passed out from running so much), moved to forward (I DID score!) and made my way back to defense (almost scored again, but saved some goals). So I have an overload of endorphins surging through my body from running so much and doing the thing that makes me happiest in this world. Add to that a weak margarita and my anticipation for Monday morning. I am flying high right now!
I'm just so incredibly happy and excited! I had a "melt-down"/crying-out session on Thursday and it feels like a total 180 right now. My brother gave me the advice to go big. I have to do more than sending an application through email if I want anything. Why have I not thought of this before? I've always said that if I could just meet people and explain to them that I could do the job, if they could just meet me, I'd be set! So first-ish thing Monday morning I'm going after a job. I have a cover letter (if you can call it that), a resume, and my heart. If they could just see my heart and desire for the position... I know I would be good at it.
I'm shaking I'm so excited! I KNOW that God has something for me. I've always been sure of that. I've just always questioned the time-line. I've never fully trusted that end of it. But I can feel it now! I KNOW IT'S THERE! I just need to be observant and growing in the mean time.
So, my friends, be vigilant. I've faltered and I've questioned. Many, if not all of us, have been there. God comes through every time. Give Him your Trust. Give Him your Love. Those are the hardest things for me to give anybody, but who could possibly be more deserving than our greatest fan? Our Father? The One who loves us no matter how many times we slam the door closed in His face? He's sitting outside, waiting. Every time... Every time...
Tonight was the final night for my women's soccer team. We had a great game! I started midfield (almost scored, almost passed out from running so much), moved to forward (I DID score!) and made my way back to defense (almost scored again, but saved some goals). So I have an overload of endorphins surging through my body from running so much and doing the thing that makes me happiest in this world. Add to that a weak margarita and my anticipation for Monday morning. I am flying high right now!
I'm just so incredibly happy and excited! I had a "melt-down"/crying-out session on Thursday and it feels like a total 180 right now. My brother gave me the advice to go big. I have to do more than sending an application through email if I want anything. Why have I not thought of this before? I've always said that if I could just meet people and explain to them that I could do the job, if they could just meet me, I'd be set! So first-ish thing Monday morning I'm going after a job. I have a cover letter (if you can call it that), a resume, and my heart. If they could just see my heart and desire for the position... I know I would be good at it.
I'm shaking I'm so excited! I KNOW that God has something for me. I've always been sure of that. I've just always questioned the time-line. I've never fully trusted that end of it. But I can feel it now! I KNOW IT'S THERE! I just need to be observant and growing in the mean time.
So, my friends, be vigilant. I've faltered and I've questioned. Many, if not all of us, have been there. God comes through every time. Give Him your Trust. Give Him your Love. Those are the hardest things for me to give anybody, but who could possibly be more deserving than our greatest fan? Our Father? The One who loves us no matter how many times we slam the door closed in His face? He's sitting outside, waiting. Every time... Every time...
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