Going to Egypt. Mama's yelling at me. Can't wait!

I miss the simpler time in my life. I miss my carefree days spent as a Freshman, following orders, watching others, waiting for my chance to lead. It easier to act when the spotlight isn't on you. Less scrutiny. Less people who care if you mess up. Admittedly, there are fewer people who care when you actually accomplish something (and those who ( Read more... )

I've never quite been comfortable with the fact that lionesses raise the young and do all the hunting, while the lions lay around in the shade all day. I mean, shouldn't the lionesses also be fanning the lions?

That's a Frood who really knows where her towel is ( Read more... )

As we get older, we lose the privilege to do some of the things we did when we were younger. Also, we lose the ability to do some of the things we did when we were younger. Ofcourse, this is balanced out by new things that we get to do, and, ofcourse, some things that we Have to do ( Read more... )

Every now and again I decide that someone has already said something that I want to say way better than I could ever say it ( Read more... )

I was at Giant Eagle (grocery store, etc.) with Mama and Caroline (my cousin). While Caroline shopped around for the various things she needed to get before she skipped town, Mama went to buy a card. Foolishly, I went with her. As my Mother thoughtfully read and discarded the various cards that were there, she frequently would hand a card to me, ( Read more... )

Back in my younger years, in highschool and before, if you went to watch a movie, you could count on a few things. Stale Popcorn, flat pop, lousy trivia, trailers of 3 to 5 movies you didn't want to see, 1 or 2 solid trailers, and finally, the main event. The movie experience now has one added, and wholely unappreciated element: Commercials. It is ( Read more... )

Sometimes God is soooo subtle in the lessons he teaches us. Sometimes he bangs us over the head. I find that His manner of communication differs from person to person. I find that with me, more often than not, God is subtle. His voice comes to me like a whisper on the wind. And I also find that rarely is it an audible voice. Rarely am I just ( Read more... )

I think I've realized why my journaling has slowed down. When I was in school, if I had a thought that I wanted to commit to paper, or if I had a rant, I went to my computer, and put it into words immediately. Now though, if I have a thought, unless I cultivate it, and write down a bit of my thought process, by the time I have a PC available to me ( Read more... )