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Saturday, May 24, 2008

yesterday remembrance

do you miss those days?
the days of hectic schedules
of worrying who to go to the dance with
what clubs to join
and what to dedicate your life to

the world was at your feet
a whole future ahead of you
you could do anything
and be anyone

we were "bored"
but always had something to do
we were preoccupied with drama
and forgot about the whole picture

do you miss those days of youth?

8:47 PM

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

need a confidence boost?

do u need a confidence boost? do u feel weak and overwhelmed? need a lift in your self esteem?

try packing, moving, and cleaning a whole apartment by yourself!!

yes, thats right. i packed ALL the boxes in the apartment with ALL our things. i did hire movers but that is cause i was by myself and they needed to take them to storage. and then i cleaned the whole apartment by myself.

matt is in FL for a last min school so I had to do it all myself. 100%

i always thought i was weak. i thought i could never do it. but i did it!

i am strong! i am confident! i am a military spouse!

so when u think i am a weak little girl, think again. when u think u are having a rough day, think again. remeber those without their significant others for months at a time, having to do everything by themselves.

and remember to thanks the military spouses too! they do just as important and hard of a job as the service member.

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

My 22nd Birthday!
Current mood:

drunk

I had a blast on my birthday!

First, I got a massage and a facial. So relaxing! I am still relaxed tonight!

I talked to my parents and my brother as well as some friends.

I talked to my husband!

Julia, Kimme, and I went to dinner at PF Changs! We were cracking up the whole time. I had two HUGE drinks and was quite tipsy. Our waitress was awesome and so sweet! She reminded me of Drew Barrymore! She told the cute guy, Vick, to come fill up our water! We kept him coming back for more water!!! HAHA!!! And then i left her a huge tip and a little note for Vick telling him to add me on myspace! haha...

I had an awesome birthday!!

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Sunday, December 03, 2006

you know you're a military wife when
Current mood:

blah

...When someone asks when your husband will be home, you say July or August instead of 5 or 6pm

...You live on your own and by yourself more after you're married than before you were married.

...Most of the married women you know or meet are under 21 and if they are over they have kids, sometimes even under 21.

...You know all of your husband's coworkers by their last name, and rarely know their first name.

...When you say "I'm going to the commissary" instead of "grocery store".

...When you need I.D to buy groceries

...You are called "Ma'am" at the age of 18 by every MP or SF that comes into contact with you.

...When you forget you have a driver's license and take your military ID everywhere with you.

...When you hear of another death or injury of a US Military and weep inside for that wife or mother that loved that Marine, Soldier, Airmen, or Seamen.

...You read everything you can get your hands on to learn more about your husband's job.

...When you've never given a haircut in your life but you've perfected the medium fade, 6-8, skin.

...You really want something but you say "damn, well I'm going to have to wait for the 1st... or 15th for it ".

...You ask someone "what's your rank?" instead of "what's your job?!"

...When half of your wardrobe has some kind of Military insignia on it and once belonged to your husband.

...When the sounds of helicopters, and Jets flying over your house shaking your windows, surprisingly soothes you!

...When you classify people by what phase, class, or rollback they are.

...your husband's work and dress clothes cost more than yours do.

...You only write in pencil because EVERYTHING is subject to change.

...You know that a 2 month separation IS short, no matter what your civilian friends say.

...You know better than to go to the NEX or commissary between 11:30 and 1:30 unless it's a life or death emergency.

...You show your military ID to the greeter at Wal-Mart.

...You know that any reference to "sand box" describes a deployment to Iraq/Kuwait, not your kid's backyard toys.

...You have enough camouflage in your house to wallpaper the White House.

...You don't have to think about what time 21:30 is.

...You can't remember the last time you saw a doctor who wasn't wearing BDUs.

...You pick apart uniforms on TV and in the movies for being inaccurate with your husband.

...You are asked to stop talking in acronyms and translate it all to English

...You have multiple copies of P.O.A.'s to throw at the credit card people and the banks...

...*FoR aLl MiLiTaRy WiVeS*...

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Friday, October 07, 2005

one time at band camp...
Current mood:

awake

BAND GEEKS

A C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry, but we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open fifth between them.

After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.

A D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then an A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor.

Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

The E-flat, not so easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says, "You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development." This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and stands there au natural.

Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a rest.

The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.

On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.

The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, with the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.

10:04 PM

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Monday, August 29, 2005

the cost of delaying marriage

here's an article i happened to run across this morning and read. i liked it and agreed with many of its statements. so if u have some time on your hands and would like to read a good article, then click here... The Cost of Delaying Marriage.

6:22 PM

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

The Room

THE ROOM

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School.. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moore's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it, " Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.

Brian's Essay:
The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
"-Phil. 4:13"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

12:40 AM

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

band geek

The horn section of a jazz combo was on the way to a gig and were
killed in a tragic car accident. When they arrived in heaven, God
personally greeted them at the front gate and asked each of them who
they were and what they did on earth.
The first person said:
I was a tenor sax player and I made people happy with my wonderful music.
The second person said:
I was a trombone player and I taught people the love of music.
The third person said:
I was a trumpet player and I believe you are sitting in my chair.

12:40 AM

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Friday, June 03, 2005

about me and my birth month: March
Current mood:

content

MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Sensitive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Aggressive when provoked. Sensitive to others. Loves to help others. Not easily angered. Trustworthy. Defends others. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others.Varied interests. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention.Strong belief system. Hasty in trusting others. Loves home decors. Musically talented.Depends on friends. Loves special things. Moody and easily hurt. A giving lover. Very loyal. Deep Thinker. Feels deeply. A romantic. Loves to be loved. Thrifty. Loves down time alone.

pretty much me. for the most part. trippy, ain't it? <3

Currently listening:
Under My Skin
By Avril Lavigne
Release date: 25 May, 2004

4:36 AM

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