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Saturday, June 27, 2009

let my love be your blue skies

I love the Outer Banks. The week there I spend with my family every year is the best week of my life. I love the beach. I've only ever wanted to live there since I was old enough to realize that you can live other places outside of your parent's home.

This is why I love the beach, I love my family, and most importantly, I am blessed.


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let my love be your blue skies

I love the Outer Banks. The week there I spend with my family every year is the best week of my life. I love the beach. I've only ever wanted to live there since I was old enough to realize that you can live other places outside of your parent's home.

This is why I love the beach, I love my family, and most importantly, I am blessed.


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Thursday, June 25, 2009

And I'm feeling good...

What I've been up to the past few days:

First, and foremost, I've been preparing for the Dominican Republic. Last night, my team members and I stayed at my youth pastor's house until 2 a.m. preparing our crafts for vacation Bible school.

We broke crayons to hand out to the kids and put them in plastic baggies while singing "Crown Him with many crowns." We're stacked. What can I say?




Secondly, I've been working. On my commute to Ukrop's today, I came across this...

















Initials from Hell?
Thirdly, I've been hanging out with my family. Yesterday, we pretended like we were a police car.



2 posts in 2 days. I told you. Married!
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And I'm feeling good...

What I've been up to the past few days:

First, and foremost, I've been preparing for the Dominican Republic. Last night, my team members and I stayed at my youth pastor's house until 2 a.m. preparing our crafts for vacation Bible school.

We broke crayons to hand out to the kids and put them in plastic baggies while singing "Crown Him with many crowns." We're stacked. What can I say?




Secondly, I've been working. On my commute to Ukrop's today, I came across this...

















Initials from Hell?
Thirdly, I've been hanging out with my family. Yesterday, we pretended like we were a police car.
video


2 posts in 2 days. I told you. Married!
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

BLOG FAIL.

I fail.

I blame my fear of commitment. I can never seem to make things stick. I'm a starter, not a finisher. I'm an idea person. I say things like, "man...I wish things were different...why don't we start a [insert name of organization to change the world here] club and do something about it." and then forget about it 20 minutes later.

Sorry, blog. It's not you. I'm just afraid of fully giving myself away to you. I'm afraid no one will care what I write. I'm afraid of wasting my time babbling away, writing teeny, thesaurus-less words while the world is too busy reading O magazine, or something like it.

But, I shouldn't stop doing things just because I'm afraid. If I lived like that I would never buy another bathing suit again. I would never put hot sauce on my taco (and really, what is a taco without hot sauce?). I would never sing. I would never touch the ivory keys of my family's piano. I would never ride in an airplane. Heck, I would never ride in a car.

I would never graduate college; let's face it, that's my biggest fear yet.

So, there is a lesson to be learned here. Be true to your blog, or it will be false to you. Blog: I fully commit to you. I am sorry for being a flake in the past. See? Now you have it in writing. You may as well forget the dry cleaning and snore loudly, because we're married now.





Man, I write weird stuff after 3 cups of coffee...
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BLOG FAIL.

I fail.

I blame my fear of commitment. I can never seem to make things stick. I'm a starter, not a finisher. I'm an idea person. I say things like, "man...I wish things were different...why don't we start a [insert name of organization to change the world here] club and do something about it." and then forget about it 20 minutes later.

Sorry, blog. It's not you. I'm just afraid of fully giving myself away to you. I'm afraid no one will care what I write. I'm afraid of wasting my time babbling away, writing teeny, thesaurus-less words while the world is too busy reading O magazine, or something like it.

But, I shouldn't stop doing things just because I'm afraid. If I lived like that I would never buy another bathing suit again. I would never put hot sauce on my taco (and really, what is a taco without hot sauce?). I would never sing. I would never touch the ivory keys of my family's piano. I would never ride in an airplane. Heck, I would never ride in a car.

I would never graduate college; let's face it, that's my biggest fear yet.

So, there is a lesson to be learned here. Be true to your blog, or it will be false to you. Blog: I fully commit to you. I am sorry for being a flake in the past. See? Now you have it in writing. You may as well forget the dry cleaning and snore loudly, because we're married now.





Man, I write weird stuff after 3 cups of coffee...
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