Seeing all the couples around the campus
Trying to make new friends
Whenever there’s ice cream at the cafeteria
When your professor starts moving on to quickly
Writing a research paper
When a cute guy/girl talks about trying to find a girl/boyfriend at college
When people come into your room without knocking
Trying to get to bed whenever everyone else is still awake
All the boys who give hugs without asking
Trying to be a good student while your friends don’t do any of their homework until an hour before the due date
When your professor goes overtime
Having a crush on that guy/girl you pass everyday on the way to class but never speak to
Wanting to do fun things but also trying to save money
When the professor asks a question that he says is important to know for the test but you don’t know the answer to it
Trying to psych yourself up before a test
Leaving the classroom after taking a test
Checking your grades and getting a better one then you expected
Listening to your professor’s lecture in your last class on Friday
Today I’m going to talk about those silly little critters called people. Surprised you, didn’t I? You thought I was going to talk about dogs. Sorry. Nope : ) Don’t even have a dog. But if you looked at this post hoping to read about dogs, keep reading. It’s a good post.
Anyway, I’ve had a bit of a thought brewing in my mind which, like many of my thoughts, spawned from annoyance with a common human characteristic: what is it, I ask, with people and underdogs?
Allow me to qualify my question. People have a natural attraction to glory, honor, and accomplishment. That’s because people are meant to love God, and there is no greater epicenter of glory, honor, and accomplishment than the Godhead. I understand why people revel when long odds are overcome. But if you look closely at the underdog infatuation, I believe you will discover something…
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A wonderful post from my cousin.
As I sit here reflecting on God’s grace and mercy I am blown away. I go to shake my head in disbelief at the thought that He would love a repeated sinner like me… but He does, and my head must stop its shaking and believe.
This week I was able to share my story of God’s grace in my life these past 21 years. In brief: He saved me from hell, but He went beyond that act of love to save me from myself. At one point I chose a path for my life that was a fool’s path – one of heartache, depression, broken promises, deceit, and false dreams. It was even leading me to physical death. But God, who is rich in mercy, reached down into my tiny life and saved me. He wrapped His loving arm around my gasping heart and calmed it. Thank you Jesus!
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HAPPY 122ND BIRTHDAY BASIL RATHBONE! “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Basil, happy birthday to you!!!!!!!!!!”
I will include here a small thing I wrote, something of a letter to my dear Basil. (Don’t make fun of me, okay!)
I’m writing this to thank you, to thank you for everything. You’ve done so much for me, you have no idea. It may sound crazy to you that someone who’s never met you could be so profoundly impacted by you, but what can I say, I am a little crazy. I really do owe you so much. You have been an inspiration to me in more ways than I could count, sometimes even in little things like spring cleaning, picking tomatoes, reading Shakespeare, or going to get a blood test, and sometimes in big things, like my passion for the lost souls in Hollywood, a passion that started with you, and pretty much my life purpose and in general. You mean so much to me. Next to my Pappy and my Mom and Dad, you are my biggest role model. I respect you so much. You’re kind of like a father figure to me, in a strange, round about kind of way. I love you, and I always will. Happy birthday.
Thank you, so, so much,
Today we are going to have Basil’s favorite meal, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding (and my sister’s gonna make rice because she can’t eat the Yorkshire pudding,) and I’m going to bake a cake and decorate it and put candles on it. We’re also going to watch one of his movies tonight, I don’t know which, though.
This past Saturday was, very possibly, the very best day of my entire life. Saturday was the date of my long planed graduation/graduation party. It was amazing. So many people came. I was simply stunned. It was astonishing to see the overwhelming amount of people who care about me, who love me! It was just one person after the other coming up and hugging me and telling me they loved me and were proud of me and congratulations… I was overwhelmed, but in a very good way. One elderly lady in particular, who has practically been like a member of my family, was so nice in coming! I was amazed really because I never thought she’d be able to make it because it’s hard for her to get around now-a-days. She gave me this super snazzy black, flowered wallet (which totally out classes me) but I love it and am going to use it the rest of my life! My sister gave me Frozen, which made me such a very happy person! And I got so many other nice things! (Like a Captain America action figure! Do my friends know me, or what?) People were wonderful! I also got more cards then I think I’ve ever opened before! Haha, it was so fun!
But oh! Speaking of gifts, I must tell you about this most amazing thing that happened to me. Wow, I never, ever, ever in my life would I have expected this to happen! After my mom and dad gave me my diploma (and said such nice things, thanks mom and dad!) my brother came up and started into a little speech/talk kinda thing. I was very confused. He started off by saying he’d run into an old friend of mine the other day, mentioning “he and Moritz.” (So first off, I don’t really have any “he” old friends, and Moritz!? Well, if you know anything about Basil Rathbone you can see why I was confused.) He continued on to say “he” and Moritz had told him to pass on to me their congratulations, and that “he” told him to tell me “he” thought I was “a remarkable woman” (something you won’t get unless you’ve listened to Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes radio programs.) If you can see where he was going (lots of references to Basil Rathbone,) you can see why I was extremely confused. He continued to say that “he” said some other very nice things (mainly about me and my intentions on going to Hollywood), and then, at the end, my brother said “he” had given him a little note to pass on to me, in honor of my graduation, and to mark this very exciting time in my life. My brother reached down into a box that was sitting beside him and pulled out a large, framed picture, under which (also in the frame) was scrawled in that well known handwriting (well, at least well know to me) “With Best Wishes, Basil Rathbone.” Needless to say I was entirely overwhelmed with joy, burst into tears, and hugged my dear brother very tightly. My brother eventually explained to me that several people had chipped in on buying me this signed picture of Basil Rathbone, and each had written down a little note to go with it. It was really one of the most wonderful experiences I’ve ever had! I am so unbelievably happy! It currently hangs proudly on my wall, and is keeping me up at night because I can’t stop staring at it. But I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.
After my graduation party was over, we invited family and a few friends to stay for pizza (oh my gosh so much pizza. I think we got a little over zealous in how much we ordered. We’re going to have left overs for a week.) After we ate my aunt and uncle and two cousins and sister-in-law and brother and I sat down to play Epic Duels. (It’s an awesome Star Wars game.) After a while my aunt and uncle and one cousin had to leave, so we continued the game without them. I was Obi-Wan, my brother was Yoda, my sister-in-law was the Emperor, and my other cousin was Boba Fett. It was a hard game, but I actually won it (the first time I’ve ever won Epic Dues!!!!!!!) and I was very happy. After that we watched Frozen, which was awesome. When it was over it was 12:30 and time to go to bed. Yes, it was a very, very, very good day. (I love you, brother mine!)
Isn’t my brother just the best guy ever? “Yes, you are jealous. Admit it. Too bad, [He’s] mine.] Best. [Brother.] Ever.”
My wife pretty much rocks the world.
Yesterday we had some steak for Memorial Day (just so you know, the steak was given to us, we’re too poor to buy steak ; ). She wanted to marinade it. Good idea. How was she going to marinade it? No idea. She was just going to make something up. So she did.
So after they soaked for awhile, she cooked them up in a panini maker. The result was the best steak I have ever had. Cooked in a panini maker. After marinating in a marinade my wife just made up. Off the top of her head.
After dinner my wife gnawed on the bones.
Yes, you are jealous. Admit it. Too bad, she’s mine.
Best. Wife. Ever.