things to remember

I am a list person.

In fact, I am so much so that there are frequent nights in which I get out of bed int he middle of the night to make a list so that my head will stop swimmming with little fragment sentences instead of the proverbial sheep.

There are also dozens of pieces of paper shaped like shoes or wedding gowns covered in "things to do" everywhere. I mean everywhere. Its a problem.

I feel naked and unproductive without my lists. I even make lists after I have accomplished the tasks aet before me so I feel better that I can cross them off my list.

Unfortunatley, at this point in wedding planning-job finding- semester finishing meltdown... I am not physically capable of making lists to suffice.

They own me.

Pensacola

Some of my best friends and I have just returened from spring break in Pensacola, Florida with a stopover in Baton Rouge, LA.
It has been one of the most adventurous weeks of my life and I know that I will never forget a moment.

I went parasailing and I tried to see all the way to the Bahamas, I went dancing and nwo my muscles hate me, and I ate at the most maginifcent restaurant in America for eighteen dollars because we were cute and from Oklahoma.

If this wasn't available for everyone to see, I post the funniest stories I have had all year. Oh well.


To good friends, inside jokes, secrets, and the gulf of mexico.

The Valley Song

You have led me to the sadness
I have carried this pain
On a back bruised, nearly broken
I'm crying out to you

I will sing of Your mercy
That leads me through valleys of sorrow
To rivers of joy

When death like a Gypsy
Comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the heavens
I will still seek your face
But I fear you aren't listening
Because there are no words

Just the stillness and the hunger
For a faith that assures

Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia

While we wait for rescue
With our eyes tightly shut
Face to the ground using our hands
To cover the fatal cut
And though the pain is an ocean
Tossing us around, around, around

You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down

Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia alleluia, alleluia

Oh, Lord sing of Your mercy,
Mercy
Your mercy

Miss America

Maybe the most depressing thing is watching Miss America and seeing 52 girls in better shape than most celebrities who have managed to accomplish so much ... and they're mostly my age.

Oh well, I find solace in that if I had chosen that path for my life, I could have been up there too. :)

Mostly, I would just like to point out that Miss Mississippi and Miss Alabama gave winderfully intelligent and well articulated opinions to the judges. Both women were gorgeous inside and out and nailed their talent... I could go on. My point is that Alabama, Mississippi, and Texas should have been the top three. Misssissippi deserved to sin, especially with her platform. Miss Oklahoma did not even answer her question on stage. I am doubtful of her ability to represent America to the world.

I digress. But seriously.

At this moment, I exist in Limbo.

death approaching

There has been a certain urgency for Mike and I to engage in a myriad of activities before we get married. We fell right into it, setting us both into a panic to live out all of our life goals in four months or else.... or else.... apparently being married is the equivalent of being dead.

excepts it's not.

I realized that this panic is ridiculous and we will still do everything we planned to do. Perhaps the most entertaining "urgent goal" pertains to visiting friends and family. I expect that we will still see our parents after we are married, because marriage is not the equivalent of being dead and never seeing anyone ever again.

I expect that we will also still play pig ball. :)