Everyman's Daughter

Ray LaMontagne

2011-05-14T08:09:00.000-07:00

She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.

In the midst

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of trial God brings grace and quiet peace.

so...

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i'm here. in London.

wait...

i'm in London. i'm in London. i'm in London.

nope. still can't believe it.

St. George pray for me.

will be

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leaving for London one week from today.

2010-07-05T20:43:00.000-07:00

what is all this?
not knowing why kills me.

what is pride.

what is love.

(i feel like i'm on Jeopardy.)

will i be disappointed.

will i disappoint...

Story: Part 2

2009-04-07T14:49:00.000-07:00

“Beth. I should have told you long ago… your life is in danger.”
"What?!”
“I said your life is in danger.”
Beth Crayne could not believe what she was hearing. Someone who she barely knew but from the beginning of her acquaintance with him had trusted completely was telling her something ridiculous. “Why would someone want to kill me?”
“May I look through your handbag?”
“Pardon?”
“Would you please let me look through your handbag?” The gentleman asked patiently. “Why?”
“I need to show you something.” Beth went upstairs with a puzzled expression on her pretty face. She came back with a little white handbag. Beth handed the gentleman the handbag with care. He dropped to his knees and dumped the contents of the handbag onto the floor. As Beth watched he spread out rouge, a five-dollar bill, a pair of spectacles and…
”Do you know what this is?”
“A pretty stone that struck my fancy.”
“Oh, it is much more than that. It is the only known white roseine.” The object that the gentleman was holding was a stone that just fit in the palm of his hand as it glinted in the light of the fire. It was as smooth as silk having been washed over and over by the sea. What was so extraordinary about it was that roseines were only known to be a magenta colour, very much like a ruby, but this one was a creamy white with pink and magenta swirls. "There are quite a few people who would kill for this 'pretty stone.'"

A Grocery Store Clerk at the Checking Stand

2009-04-07T14:48:00.000-07:00

She was short, about twenty years old with her dirty blond hair tied back in a drooping ponytail. One could easily see that her pimply face was not given to impulsive smiling. The slow monotonous beeping in the background aided her appearance of boredom as she earned her minimum wage. The required apron that she wore had a few stains from lunch, and was decorated with her nametag only. “Daisy” seemed in direct opposition to her countenance. Standing behind the counter checking out various people’s goods, she grunted ‘hellos’ and ‘come-agains’ as if she really wished they would leave her alone to watch her soap opera.

Siblings

2009-04-07T14:47:00.000-07:00

The green pastures spread out in every direction as the family station wagon was driven down the winding, practically deserted, country road. Norah had her hands on the wheel and was laughing at one of Liam’s limericks. Her curly blond hair was frizzing in the wind coming through the open windows and her cheeks bore traces of sculptor’s clay. Her younger brother Avery sat in the passenger seat next to her and was also laughing while flipping though the songs on his favorite Gerry Mulligan CD. Cadence had short dark curly hair and guitar calloused fingers that were itching to strum. She sat chuckling in the backseat enjoying the view and the company of her siblings. Liam, the eldest, was pushing his rectangular glasses back up the bridge of his nose and shaking hair out of his eyes after laughing at his own joke. He had just come up with another limerick and he thought it was rather good.

Pink Tree

2009-04-06T11:10:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a lovely little tree. She bore delicate pink blooms that burst into gray days like a firecracker. Her only companions were stately pines, who considered themselves too good for her. The young tree giggled with glee as the wind tickled her. Her laugh tinkled and rustled up to those imposing pines. When they heard her delight they whispered amongst themselves. They turned – their trunks groaning, their branches creaking – away from such indecent behavior. But the young tree paid their comments no heed. As spring turned to summer and summer to fall the young tree grew older. The years came and went. Birds nested. The wind rushed, and the tree laughed. The tree laughed with the stars that twinkled. She laughed with the dew that fell. She bloomed every spring and was happy.

Change

2009-03-27T16:42:00.000-07:00

What happens when people change,but others still see the same old same old?
Thieves encounter this dilemma often. they steel, say, a computer, are caught, and spend the appropriate time in jail. on getting out they find that it's harder to get a job then it once was. they find that they aren't trusted very readily. they also find that they can't blame those who won't trust them. there is a reason for this mistrust that the thief is painfully aware of. what if the thief has been reformed? well everyone else can't read what's in the thief's heart. it must be frustrating.

Emotion

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Is tiring.

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For Our Country

Almighty God, who hast given us this good land for our heritage: We humbly beseech thee that we may always prove ourselves a people mindful of thy favor and glad to do thy will. Bless our land with honorable industry, sound learning, and pure manners. Save us from violence, discord, and confusion; from pride and arrogance, and from every evil way. Defend our liberties, and fashion into one united people the multitudes brought hither out of many kindreds and tongues. Endue with the spirit of wisdom those to whom in thy Name we entrust the authority of government, that there may be justice and peace at home, and that, through obedience to thy law, we may show forth thy praise among the nations of the earth. in the time of prosperity, fill our hearts with thankfulness, and in the day of trouble, suffer not our trust in thee to fail; all which we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen

For the President of the United States

O Lord our Governor, whose glory is in all the world: We commend this nation to thy merciful care, that, being guided by thy Providence, we may dwell secure in thy peace.
Grant to the President of the United States, and to all in authority, wisdom and strength to know and do thy will. Fill them with the love of truth and righteousness, and make them ever mindful of their calling to serve this people in thy fear; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God world without end. Amen

2008-10-06T19:11:00.000-07:00

So I just feel like writing something.

God is good. That ought to be thrown out there.

Tenth grade is almost done. yes.

I went(a weak verb according to my Essay Writing teacher, but I'm too lazy to think of a muscley one right now)to a retreat this past weekend and had a blast. I painted a cowboy hat using my very own toes, paddled a canoe, and stayed up till 4:30 in the morning. We had a devotional on a hill that has three crosses on it. The air was cool, the sun warm, and the wisdom that was spoken, sure(= Fit or worthy to be depended on; certain not to fail or disappoint expectation; unfailing; strong; permanent; enduring.
[1913 Webster].)

A good friend of mine is having her appendix removed about now. Not cool. I'm kind of nervous for her.

Another friend whom I haven't seen in a long time just might be coming to town this weekend and I'm very excited about that.

My godmother will be coming in from Arizona on the 17th! Been looking forward to seeing her.

Did I mention God is good?

Peace be with you. mwah.

-g

Bishop Duncan Interview

2008-09-18T21:42:00.000-07:00

This is me....

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y Hart					September 09, 2008

A Psalm of Life by Longfellow

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Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

2008-09-17T08:58:00.001-07:00

To know can only wonder breed,
And not to know is wonder's seed.

–From Hymn by Sidney Godolphoin

Psalm 84

2008-09-04T09:15:00.001-07:00

For the director of music. According to gittith. Of the Sons of Korah. A psalm. [a]

1 How lovely is your dwelling place,
O LORD Almighty!

2 My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.

3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.

4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.
Selah

5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.

6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools. [b]

7 They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.

8 Hear my prayer, O LORD God Almighty;
listen to me, O God of Jacob.
Selah

9 Look upon our shield, [c] O God;
look with favor on your anointed one.

10 Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.

11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.

12 O LORD Almighty,
blessed is the man who trusts in you.

My new life goal is to be as a sparrow who has found a home and as swallow who has a nest for her young.

A Storm

2008-07-31T10:02:00.000-07:00

The sky was yellow.

When it suddenly started raining MH, a friend, and i ran out and stood in the forceful water. It felt like all of the tension, worry, and tears that had been welling up inside of me were mirrored by the powerful rain pounding on my body as it simultaneously washed everything away.

An Enya song:

2008-07-19T21:19:00.000-07:00

A Moment Lost

It's only now when words are said
that break my heart in two,
I wonder how you can endure
all I've said, all I say to you.

How strong, how brave, how true of you
to bear the hurt I gave.
I know it tears your heart in two:
all I've said, all I say to you.

After all the words are said,
after all the dreams we made;
every one a precious one,
every one a summer sun...

A moment lost, forever gone,
can never be again,
so know how much it means to me;
all you said,
all you gave,
all your love to me.

: )

2008-07-15T19:09:00.000-07:00

a few of the best words anyone has ever said to me:
"I am going to be the best brother you never had." -A.J.V.

Liesl

2008-06-12T16:28:00.000-07:00

the slide picture

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To borrow from Kendall Harmon "Notable and Quotable"

2008-03-27T14:07:00.000-07:00

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
that a man should have to seek Him first to find
her.'

Maya Angelou

i am sooo behind on posting. i have a bunch of pictures to put up and haven't gotten around to fusing with it yet. soon:-)

in the meantime everyone go and listen to pandora.com. it's pretty sweet. i have run across a song with explicit material but when i saw that on the title i just stopped it and told the website to never play it again for me. nothing bad since.

"Legal Education"......

2008-03-08T11:57:00.000-08:00

.......or the apparent lack of.

sad, isn't it?

it's too early to think of a title

2008-02-26T03:11:00.000-08:00

So. i'm awake.
It's 5:11 folks.
i woke up at 4:38. ugh.

Life has been good, in case you're wondering.
School's going fairly well. i have a good schedule (meaning that it's all my fault when i take ridiculously long;-) and Latin is great as usual.

Here are the lyrics to one of my favourite Mark Heard songs. It's what i sang to my God sister when putting her to bed, before she was old enough to request Jesus Loves Me.

Love Is Not The Only Thing

Sun rises and we talk about the weather
Sun bleaches and we ponder it all
The fine line between the banker and the debtor
And what happens if the satellites fall
Too shy we are to come right out and say it
Too sly to let the other one know
Head full of this kaleidoscope of brain-freight*
Heart full of something simple and slow

Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing

Too tired to read another twenty pages
Too bored to see the anchorman's face
Too young to bear the burdens of the ages
Too old to keep an innocent pace
You see me like a prism sees a candle
I'm scattered into differing hues
Reality is happening at random
You're warming up the yellows and blues

Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing

Let's go up on the roof beneath the neon
Pretend we're foreigners and drink the city in
Somewhere between the stairwell and the starlight
I find myself holding your hand
Half-cousins to the angels and the demons
Half-brother to the fatherless sons
I lay awake and wonder at the reasons
One kiss and I am lost in your charms

Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing

*the insert to High Noon gives this as "brain frame", insert to Second Hand as "brain-freight."

The Rich Gorilla

2008-02-15T15:46:00.000-08:00

“Oh look. It’s Richard Gilmore.” “Uhg. Can’t you take him today?” said Steve with no real hope in his voice. “Noooo sir. He likes you anyway. Think of the tips.” Steve walked calmly out of the kitchen to meet Mr. Gilmore. “Hello Mr. Gilmore. What a pleasure to see you again. Would you like your usual table?” “Yes of course Steve. Where else would I sit?” Richard Gilmore was a tall imposing man with a mustache. “How silly of me. Right this way.” Steve led his customer to a table facing east and exactly four tables away from air conditioner vents. “Scotch and soda?” “Yes. Make it a double.” Right away sir.” Steve was back in two minutes with the drink. “Our specials today are filet minion with a side of green beans, and potato soup.” “I’ll have the fillet minion. Medium rare” “Excellent choice.” Great. He just had to pick steak. “Make it quick today Steve. I don’t have very much time and would like to enjoy my lunch.” “Of course sir. We always strive to please our customers.” Back in the kitchen Steve had unpleasant news for the chef. “ The Rich Gorilla is back.” “Oh wonderful!” Robert was a man given to sarcasm on Mondays. “Filet minion for His Majesty. Oh. And he wants it snappy.” As soon the meat was done, Steve brought it out. “Here’s your lunch sir. Enjoy.” Steve had not walked ten quick steps when…. “Steeeve.” Pivot. Think of the tips. “Yes sir? Is your meal satisfactory?” “I asked for medium rare. This is medium done. Unacceptable.” What in the world? “I apologize sir. I’ll tell the chef to fix it immediately.” “Fix it?! I suggest you bring me a whole new steak.” “Yes sir.” Back in the kitchen… “Hey chief? You ever heard of a medium done steak?” “You’re kidding.” “Now, would I kid you on a Monday?” A bit later Steve was carrying a plate to The Rich Gorilla’s table. “I hope that this will please sir.” “Wait here while I check.” He cut into the steak to find blood coming out. “Much too rare. I expect more of an effort when I come here.” “It won’t happen again.” To the chef: “You over compensated.” A low growl came from the general direction of the chef’s throat. “ Now sir your steak should be cooked to perfection.” Steve held his breath. Think of the tips. “Very nice Steve my compliments.” A sigh of relief. “But no tip for you today. You took too long.” Later Steve was seen crying in the pantry, and none of his comrades blamed him.

Thanksgiving

2008-02-13T05:42:00.000-08:00

i built another temple to a stranger
i gave away my heart to the rushing wind
i set my course to run right into danger
i sought the company of fools instead of friends

Chorus:
you know i've been unfaithful
with lovers in lines
while you're turning over tables
with the rage of a jealous kind
i chose the gallows to the aisle
thought that love would never find
hanging ropes will never keep you
and your love of a jealous kind
love of a jealous kind

tryin' to jump away from rock that keeps on spreading
for solace in the shift of the sinking sand
i'd rather feel the pain all too familiar
than be broken by a lover i don't understand
'cause i don't understand

[CHORUS]

love of a jealous kind, yeah
love of a jealous kind
love of a jealous kind

one hundred other lovers, more, one hundred other altars
if i should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace
and love that shames the wise
betrays the hearts deceit and lies
and breaks the back of foolish pride

[CHORUS]

love of a jealous kind
love of a jealous kind
love of a jealous kind

-Jars Of Clay

Teth Bonitatem fecisti

65

O LORD, you have dealt graciously with your servant, *
according to your word.

66

Teach me discernment and knowledge, *
for I have believed in your commandments.

67

Before I was afflicted I went astray, *
but now I keep your word.

68

You are good and you bring forth good; *
instruct me in your statutes.

69

The proud have smeared me with lies, *
but I will keep your commandments with my whole heart.

70

Their heart is gross and fat, *
but my delight is in your law.

71

It is good for me that I have been afflicted, *
that I might learn your statutes.

72

The law of your mouth is dearer to me *
than thousands in gold and silver.

Venite Psalm 95:1-7

Come let us sing to the Lord; *
let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation.

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving *
and raise a loud shout to him with psalms.

For the Lord is a great God, *
and a great King above all gods.

In his hand are the caverns of the earth, *
and the heights of the hills are his also.

The sea is his, for he made it, *
and his hands have molded the dry land.

Come, let us bow down, and bend the knee, *
and kneel before the Lord our Maker.

For he is our God,
and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand. *
Oh, that today you would hearken to his voice!

Antiphon

The Lord is full of compassion and mercy: Come let us adore him.

Canticle 14 A Song of Penitence
Kyrie Pantokrator Prayer of Manasseh 1-2, 4, 6-7, 11-15

O Lord and Ruler of the hosts of heaven, *
God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,
and of all their righteous offspring:

You made the heavens and the earth, *
with all their vast array.

All things quake with fear at your presence; *
they tremble because of your power.

But your merciful promise is beyond all measure; *
it surpasses all that our minds can fathom.

O Lord, you are full of compassion, *
long-suffering, and abounding in mercy.

You hold back your hand; *
you do not punish as we deserve.

In your great goodness, Lord,
you have promised forgiveness to sinners,*
that they may repent of their sin and be saved.

And now, O Lord, I bend the knee of my heart, *
and make my appeal, sure of your gracious goodness.

I have sinned, O Lord, I have sinned, *
and I know my wickedness only too well.

Therefore I make this prayer to you: *
Forgive me, Lord, forgive me.

Do not let me perish in my sin, *
nor condemn me to the depths of the earth.

For you, O Lord, are the God of those who repent, *
and in me you will show forth your goodness.

Unworthy as I am, you will save me,
in accordance with your great mercy, *
and I will praise you without ceasing all the days of my life.

For all the powers of heaven sing your praises, *
and yours is the glory to ages of ages. Amen.

Suffrages A

Show us your mercy, O Lord;

And grant us your salvation.

Clothe your ministers with righteousness;

Let your people sing with joy.

Give peace, O Lord, in all the world;

For only in you can we live in safety.

Lord, keep this nation under your care;

And guide us in the way of justice and truth.

Let your way be known upon earth;

Your saving health among all nations.

Let not the needy, O Lord, be forgotten;

Nor the hope of the poor be taken away.

Create in us clean hearts, O God;

And sustain us with your Holy Spirit.

O God, the author of peace and lover of concord, to know you is eternal life and to serve you is perfect freedom: Defend us, your humble servants, in all assaults of our enemies; that we, surely trusting in your defense, may not fear the power of any adversaries; through the might of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

General Thanksgiving

Almighty God, Father of all mercies, we your unworthy servants give you humble thanks for all your goodness and loving-kindness to us and to all whom you have made. We bless you for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all for your immeasurable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. And, we pray, give us such an awareness of your mercies, that with truly thankful hearts we may show forth your praise, not only with our lips, but in our lives, by giving up our selves to your service, and by walking before you in holiness and righteousness all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with you and the Holy Spirit, be honor and glory throughout all ages. Amen.

.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen.
Let us bless the Lord.
Thanks be to God

Story: Part I

2008-01-29T10:47:00.000-08:00

That night fog surrounded everything, like a sheet when it is pulled over the dead.

It had been a day like any other; up at seven, breakfast at eight, then off to beautify the world with my presence. That evening I held an obligation dinner for the “Boston Flower Society” ladies. It wasn’t that enjoyable, listening to a bunch of women gossiping like hens with a little bit of horticulture thrown in really does make me yawn. While sitting and attempting to appear interested in the speed that violas grow, I heard one of the “hens” mention something about a scandal. Naturally I wasn’t very interested, hearing about a “scandal” whenever any Sally eloped with Joe when she was engaged to Harry. But this time the name “Beth” was mentioned. Beth was the Mayor’s daughter recently arrived back from an archaeological dig in India, and one of my closer acquaintances. “Well Carol told me that she told her that he was he just a “friend” she met in India, but he called her three times this week. Talking about dead people and something about rare jewel, anyway he’s such distinguished looking gentleman, walks with cane he does. Mayor Crayne doesn’t like him. Says he’s “shady”, but that doesn’t surprise me none, Mayor doesn’t like any man that pays much attention to pretty little Beth. (hushed) Well one night while the good Mayor was out he stayed with her until the Mayor was nearly home which just happened to be one in the morning. At least that’s what Carol says.”

Here is an amazing article written about this guy by one of my Sunday school teachers, and good friend of the family. And in case you're like me and like to understand what people are saying when their speaking your mother tongue... lyrics

A Contribution from M.Hatter (on the occasion her forthcoming 12th birthday)

2008-01-16T19:38:00.000-08:00

Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla

"Now, I have a friend named Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla,
And I could say that Rufus found a kangaroo
That followed Rufus home
And now that kangaroo belongs
To Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla.

Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to,
'Cause I got pronouns,
I can say, "HE found a kangaroo that followed HIM home and now IT is HIS"

You see, (uh) HE, HIM, and HIS are pronouns,
Replacing the noun
Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla,
A very proper noun.
And IT is a pronoun, replacing the noun, kangaroo! (How common!)

Now Rufus has a sister named Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla.
If she found a kangaroo I'd say to you:
"SHE found a kangaroo that followed HER home, and now it is HERS."
But I can't say that...
'Cause she found an aardvark
That fell in love with HER and THEY're so happy.

And my name's Albert Andreas Armadillo.
(No relation to the Sarsaparillas.)
Because of pronouns, I can say:
"I wish SHE would find a rhinoceros for ME, and WE'd be happy."
You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun,
'Cause saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down!

Now I could tell you Rafaella Gabriela and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and Albert Andreas Armadillo found an aardvark, a kangaroo, and a rhinoceros. And now that aardvark and that kangaroo and that rhinoceros belong respectively to Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and Albert Andreas Armadillo!

Whew! Because of pronouns I can say, in this way:
"WE found THEM and THEY found US, and now THEY are OURS and WE're so happy." Thank you pronoun!

You see a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun,
'Cause saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down.

Sometimes, when we take 'em all on the bus
People really raise a fuss.
They start shouting out a lot o' pronouns at us, like
"WHO brought that rhinoceros on this bus?" and
"WHAT made that horrible noise?" and
"WHICH one of them is getting off first?"

WHO, WHAT, and WHICH are special pronouns that can ask a question
In a sentence where you do not know the name of the noun,
But I know:
I have MINE, and SHE has HERS,
and he has his. Do YOU have YOURS?
THEY love US, and WE love THEM,
WHAT'S OURS is THEIRS--
That's how it is with friends,
And pronouns, you are really friends, yeah!

'Cause saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down."

-Schoolhouse Rock

Ain't it the truth....

2008-01-07T16:12:00.000-08:00

It's easier to fall and harder to stand
It's easier to cry and harder to laugh,
And I don't know how, I don't know why
But you're the light on my shoulder
When I'm tired

It's easier to run and harder to be still
It's easier to think and harder to feel,
And I don't know how, I don't know why
But you're the light on my shoulder
When I'm tired

It's easier to hide and harder to trust
It's easier to hate and harder to love
And I don't know how, I don't know anything
But you're the temper in my voice
When I sing

–Susie Suh

A Typical Family Conversation

2008-01-04T18:21:00.000-08:00

me: "Do they eat tacos in Louisiana?"

Mom: "They have poboy sandwiches."

me: "But that's a sandwich."

Mom: "Well they cut the bun half-way and scoop out the inside so that the stuff doesn't spill out the sides."

me: "Hmm. I had a poboy sandwich in a restaurant once."

Mad Hatter: "What did you have?"

me: "A poboy."

MH: "What's that?"

me: "A sandwich they eat in Louisiana."

MH: "When where you in Louisiana?!"

(this is where i crack up.)

I don't know how interesting that was to y'all. But now you've read it. So there.

Indian Food

2008-01-04T12:05:00.000-08:00

i have another post that i'm working on that will relate my Christmas revelries,
but i wanted to write something spontaneous....

The Mad Hatter and i just came home from eating lunch with Liesl and another friend at one of the little restaurants that my college town boasts. This little restaurant is called Rasoi, and the food there was voted the best Indian food in the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex.(That's pretty surprising because it's in a converted gas station. very little and unassuming.) i haven't tried any other Indian restaurants, but it is certainly much better then my mom's Indian food, and i find it delicious. i had the lamb curry. We sat there and made fun of the Bollywood music video. Indian guys are sooo much better at dancing then American guys, but they're still easy to make fun of;-) So now my new sweater smells like Indian food, and i'm stuffed with rice, and chutney.

My Week

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so i cleaned out the shelfs in my bathroom today. i had soooo much stuff. the amazing part is that most of it is Clinique. if you had told me a year ago that i would have expensive makeup coming out my ears i'd have laughed in your face. i have generous friends. well one generous friend in particular, who happens to be a buyer for that above mention expensive company, and who also happens to be blessed with boys. only boys. so a friend and i get the benefits of that arrangement:-)

i can't wait to start putting up pictures.

tomorrow The Mad Hatter and i get to help Mom to prepare for upcoming festivities. yay.

Thursday night The Mad Hatter and i get to babysit our God-sibs and friends of theirs. then we'll spend the night over there and help out the mom cook and keep kids out of her way. our families will have a Christmas dinner with them that night. mmmmm.

i've no idea what we're doing on Friday.

Saturday is the dress rehearsal for the children's pageant at church. i'm an angel. we will be cleaning the church that day as well. And! we're having friends over for another Christmas dinner. sandwiches this time;-)

Sunday church.

Monday. church. twice. once at five, and then for the Midnight Mass. Which is one of my favourite services of the year. i'll be more detailed later.

Right after the Midnight Mass we're leaving for Angel Fire New Mexico. more on that after we get back

-grace

Intro:

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Hi!

this is all very new to me, so i just thought i'd throw some stuff out there...

my name is grace anne. i have been home schooled all my life. i am an anglican and love my Lord and church very much. i have one sister whom i will call the Mad Hatter on here. my dad is an artist for fun and a drafter for money. my mom almost knows me better then i know myself. she's amazing. i have ambitions to be a linguist, maybe a fashion designer, an author,.....

What i love (not in any particular order)....

to read
to talk:-)
to watch movies (preferably old ones. i.e. think Cary Grant)
to get dressed up
to listen to music/sing
to drink tea
to worship the Lord
to clean my church
fall/ sometimes to fall if it means being better when i get back up
to lay down in the grass
language (ahem. just thought that i should clarify, that does NOT mean the school subject grammar. sure i love using correct grammar, but the subject is not my favourite. ok. didn't want to give false impressions. moving on...)
i do really like to write, but i'm not sure if i love it yet. i'll get back to you.
to be with my close friends
history
tradition
hymns
the sacraments
my name
my sister
my grandparents
riding in the car listening to music with (you know who you are) in particular and just because
rain

that covers the basics. there is certainly more to me then that, but i think it sets a pretty good foundation.

My Name

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Look inside for the elusive goldmine.
Broken glass and a little cheap wine
is all that I can find.
And bundles of contradictions,
my heart full of loose connections,
hands across my eyes.
I cannot disguise I'm everyman's daughter.

It's always the same old question.
Who am I and whose invention?
This armour's full of dust.
There's so much of us in each other.
If I hate you you're my best reminder
of all I wish I was.
I hate you just because I'm everyman's daughter.

Who do you think that I am?
It don't matter long as we can understand.
I am hurting someone.
I am hurting someone just like, just like you.

Insulting the wounds of others,
my sisters, my brothers,
my vision's way too good.
I carry the inward aching.
Like you, I too am naked.
I don't look that good,
but this is flesh and blood. I'm everyman's daughter.

Look at all the blood we've spilt.
I can't deal with all this fundamental guilt.
I am hurting someone.
I am hurting someone just like, just like you.

I am. I am. I am everyman's daughter.


–Over The Rhine