I have this book that's filled with quotes. I started it a year or two ago. The quotes are from books, friends, movies, verses from the Bible, or just random things I've found online or in stores. I thought I'd share some of them with you.
Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death. ~Earl Wilson
Every experience God gives us, every person He puts into our lives, is the perfect preparation of a future only He can see. ~Corrie ten Boom
Friendship is a glorious melody which only increases with the passage of time. ~Jane Pierre
If you're tempering your thoughts in relation to who you are compared to who God is, you won't be as prideful because you'll see how small and insignificant you really are.
~Nate Miller
People have a misconception that creativity is sitting down and writing a story or painting a picture. Creativity is being goofy. ~Nate Miller (again.)
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Imagination is more important than knowledge. ~Albert Einstein
Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years. ~Richard Bach
If you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else. If you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have. ~Sir James M. Barrie
If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even when we're apart, I'll always be with you.
~Winnie the Pooh
The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never saw a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation that you ever had. ~Anonymous
Things can change in a split-second and sometimes you have no idea what you've got until it's gone. Sometimes life is not about the destination, but about the journey designed to take you there. ~Adam Young
Never look down on someone unless you're helping him up. ~Jesse Jackson
That's the end of my post for today. Have fun. Be safe. Don't die. (That reminds me...I went to a Bible conference last year and one of the speakers said "You shouldn't die. It's not good. Don't. Do it." That's pretty much all I remember from it. Ha.)
~Words they'll try to shake you
Don't let them break you or stop your world from turning
When words keep you from feeling good
Use them as firewood and let them burn~
*Words-Train*
Monday, April 25, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
A Confession
Hi. It's nice to see you...or rather, not see you or something. *shrugs* Whatever.
I've decided to confess something to the world today. Something not many people know and the people that do know, laugh and/or smile in a mocking fashion.
I. Am. A. Wimp. I'm scared of really stupid things. Please don't laugh.
I'm scared of the dark and the things hiding in the dark.
Every single night I check my closet for monsters and/or people (people includes: brothers, murderers, theives, etc.) before I go to bed.
You think I'm joking don't you? I'm not. If I get up in the middle of the night, when I come back I turn on the light and re-check the closet. Every. Time.
I'm honestly not sure why I do. Maybe it's become a habit because of emotional scarring caused by a certain older brother of mine hiding in my closet and scaring me all the time...*glares in direction of Lewis*
I give you permission to laugh now.
Now that I've spilled my secret I have a question. I know I'm not the only one who checks for monsters or people in various places (in closets, under beds, behind shower curtains). What would we do if we actually found someone or something hiding? I, for one, have no idea what I would do.
When I imagine this situation I see myself inflicting great pain on said person or not person. In reality I'm sure I would either
A. Stand there screaming
B. Scream and run
C. Forgo the screaming and just run
D. Stand there frozen to the spot
I'm also afraid of ringing peoples doorbells. Seriously, I avoid it. I'd much rather knock.
Oh, and zebras. Zebras creep. Me. Out.
THE END
(It needed some color)
~You were lying in your bed
You were feeling kind of sleepy
But you couldn't close your eyes because the room was getting creepy~
*God is Bigger-Veggietales*
I've decided to confess something to the world today. Something not many people know and the people that do know, laugh and/or smile in a mocking fashion.
I. Am. A. Wimp. I'm scared of really stupid things. Please don't laugh.
I'm scared of the dark and the things hiding in the dark.
Every single night I check my closet for monsters and/or people (people includes: brothers, murderers, theives, etc.) before I go to bed.
You think I'm joking don't you? I'm not. If I get up in the middle of the night, when I come back I turn on the light and re-check the closet. Every. Time.
I'm honestly not sure why I do. Maybe it's become a habit because of emotional scarring caused by a certain older brother of mine hiding in my closet and scaring me all the time...*glares in direction of Lewis*
I give you permission to laugh now.
Now that I've spilled my secret I have a question. I know I'm not the only one who checks for monsters or people in various places (in closets, under beds, behind shower curtains). What would we do if we actually found someone or something hiding? I, for one, have no idea what I would do.
When I imagine this situation I see myself inflicting great pain on said person or not person. In reality I'm sure I would either
A. Stand there screaming
B. Scream and run
C. Forgo the screaming and just run
D. Stand there frozen to the spot
I'm also afraid of ringing peoples doorbells. Seriously, I avoid it. I'd much rather knock.
Oh, and zebras. Zebras creep. Me. Out.
THE END
(It needed some color)
~You were lying in your bed
You were feeling kind of sleepy
But you couldn't close your eyes because the room was getting creepy~
*God is Bigger-Veggietales*
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Sadly Ironically Awkward
One of my favorite sayings is, "Well this is awkward..." I say it even when the situation at hand isn't even awkward. On rare occasions I use it when the situation really is awkward. This is one of those rare occasions. Today's post is a mixture of things. Sadness, irony, and awkwardness (hence the title).
Today was a normal day. I woke up and went to church as I generally do on Sunday's. It was the same as always with the exception of we got pizza for lunch instead of dinner (and it was totally awesome. The Carmine pizza from Bertucci's is the best.) That's really totally irrelevant but whatever.
Upon arriving home we discovered *tears up* that my beloved fish, Tunnel, had died.
When we walked in I remember Dad said something like "Uh oh...Tunnel is dead..."
My first thought was: "What??"
My second thought was: "Crap. I'm totally going to cry."
And cry I did. A lot. I couldn't talk to anyone for a couple hours without wanting to cry. Surprisingly, I made it through getting Tunnel's body out of his bowl, cleaning it, and preparing him for his funeral (Ok, side note. You're probably wondering how on earth I prepared a fish for a funeral. You probably think I'm nuts. Yes, I know. We've covered that. The preparation was sticking him in a tiny plastic bag so I could transport him to the river. The end.), and proceeded to funeralize (I totally made that up!) him without crying.
Anyway...my fish is dead. I'm sad. This concludes the my sad story.
My story today was really ironic and frankly, kind of awkward. Why? Because my last post was all about how I got Tunnel, how amazing he was, and how he was just the cutest lil fish ever. This post is all about how dead he is. Do you see why the title is "Sadly Ironically Awkward"? Good. Moving on.
My next section is a couple insensitive things people said. They shall remain nameless.
Person #1: "What's wrong?"
Me: *teary glare*
Person #1: "It's just a fish..." (It was said in a seemingly sympathetic tone. I think it was supposed to make me feel better...it didn't.)
Me: "My goldfish died."
Person #2: "Aw...I'm sorry. Did he drown?"
Me: *half laughs*
Person #2: "I'm sorry. That was mean."
Me: "It's fine."
Dad nicely offered to buy me a new fish today. I said no. There were two reasons behind this answer.
#1: It's too soon. I can't justify replacing Tunnel hours after his passing
#2: I don't want to have to find someone to watch my fish while I'm away in June.
(I suppose that could be considered laziness...)
Thank you to all who offered an encouraging word or a hug. It meant a lot and thanks for all the invisible flowers. They're great.
A word to Tunnel: You made me so happy for the short time I had you. You looked so happy swimming in your little bowl. I hope you were as happy as me. I was going to get you a little plant, you know...*sigh* I love you, Tunnel.
*goes to cry*
~The ache I feel inside
Is where the life has left your eyes
I'm alone for our last goodbye
But you're free
I remember you like yesterday
Yesterday
I still can't believe you're gone
Oh I remember you like yesterday
Yesterday
And until I'm with you, I carry on~
*Yesterdays-Switchfoot*
Today was a normal day. I woke up and went to church as I generally do on Sunday's. It was the same as always with the exception of we got pizza for lunch instead of dinner (and it was totally awesome. The Carmine pizza from Bertucci's is the best.) That's really totally irrelevant but whatever.
Upon arriving home we discovered *tears up* that my beloved fish, Tunnel, had died.
When we walked in I remember Dad said something like "Uh oh...Tunnel is dead..."
My first thought was: "What??"
My second thought was: "Crap. I'm totally going to cry."
And cry I did. A lot. I couldn't talk to anyone for a couple hours without wanting to cry. Surprisingly, I made it through getting Tunnel's body out of his bowl, cleaning it, and preparing him for his funeral (Ok, side note. You're probably wondering how on earth I prepared a fish for a funeral. You probably think I'm nuts. Yes, I know. We've covered that. The preparation was sticking him in a tiny plastic bag so I could transport him to the river. The end.), and proceeded to funeralize (I totally made that up!) him without crying.
Anyway...my fish is dead. I'm sad. This concludes the my sad story.
My story today was really ironic and frankly, kind of awkward. Why? Because my last post was all about how I got Tunnel, how amazing he was, and how he was just the cutest lil fish ever. This post is all about how dead he is. Do you see why the title is "Sadly Ironically Awkward"? Good. Moving on.
My next section is a couple insensitive things people said. They shall remain nameless.
Person #1: "What's wrong?"
Me: *teary glare*
Person #1: "It's just a fish..." (It was said in a seemingly sympathetic tone. I think it was supposed to make me feel better...it didn't.)
Me: "My goldfish died."
Person #2: "Aw...I'm sorry. Did he drown?"
Me: *half laughs*
Person #2: "I'm sorry. That was mean."
Me: "It's fine."
Dad nicely offered to buy me a new fish today. I said no. There were two reasons behind this answer.
#1: It's too soon. I can't justify replacing Tunnel hours after his passing
#2: I don't want to have to find someone to watch my fish while I'm away in June.
(I suppose that could be considered laziness...)
Thank you to all who offered an encouraging word or a hug. It meant a lot and thanks for all the invisible flowers. They're great.
A word to Tunnel: You made me so happy for the short time I had you. You looked so happy swimming in your little bowl. I hope you were as happy as me. I was going to get you a little plant, you know...*sigh* I love you, Tunnel.
*goes to cry*
~The ache I feel inside
Is where the life has left your eyes
I'm alone for our last goodbye
But you're free
I remember you like yesterday
Yesterday
I still can't believe you're gone
Oh I remember you like yesterday
Yesterday
And until I'm with you, I carry on~
*Yesterdays-Switchfoot*
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Uncommonly Tunnel
Oh, hi there.
After much begging I recently got a new goldfish. His name is Tunnel. He is an extremely delightful fellow, not at all lacking in the looks department. He's probably the cutest fish I've ever owned. That's saying something considering the amount of fish I've had...Tunnel has probably lasted the longest too.
Let me tell you a story about my other fish.
One time, my grandmothers friend or relative or something gave me a nice fish tank. My grandmother decided she was going to buy me fish too. I thought it was awesome. That was until they all mysteriously died. *creepy music*
After the sad, sudden demise of my fishes my dear mother bought me more. Guess what happened? THEY DIED! Shocked? Yeah, me either.
Anyway, we couldn't figure out why they were dying. We even went to far as to bring back a dead goldfish to Walmart. Yes, we brought a dead fish to customer service. *giggles*
After a (not-so) long fight with dead and dying fish, we figured out it was the tank. Said tank continually sucked my fish into it's deadly filter. It was sad. We didn't get anymore fish.
That brings us to now. Years and years later. I seriously begged Mom for years to let me get a goldfish. Finally, on Friday, she brought me to PetSmart and we got the aforementioned (I love that word.) lovely fish by the peculiar name of Tunnel. I am a very happy person. I love Tunnel lots. *grins*
I'd post a picture of my dear Tunnel, but alas, I am far too lazy to find the camera, turn it on, wait for the fish to stop moving enough to get a good picture, upload the picture to my computer and then post it here. You'll just have to imagine him.
This kind of looks like Tunnel, only it's not. Tunnel is bigger, golder, and his bowl isn't that clean =P
(Is it just me or is there a lack of songs about fish? *shrug* I'd use the goldfish cracker jingle but that could be misconstrued...I don't eat real goldfish.)
After much begging I recently got a new goldfish. His name is Tunnel. He is an extremely delightful fellow, not at all lacking in the looks department. He's probably the cutest fish I've ever owned. That's saying something considering the amount of fish I've had...Tunnel has probably lasted the longest too.
Let me tell you a story about my other fish.
One time, my grandmothers friend or relative or something gave me a nice fish tank. My grandmother decided she was going to buy me fish too. I thought it was awesome. That was until they all mysteriously died. *creepy music*
After the sad, sudden demise of my fishes my dear mother bought me more. Guess what happened? THEY DIED! Shocked? Yeah, me either.
Anyway, we couldn't figure out why they were dying. We even went to far as to bring back a dead goldfish to Walmart. Yes, we brought a dead fish to customer service. *giggles*
After a (not-so) long fight with dead and dying fish, we figured out it was the tank. Said tank continually sucked my fish into it's deadly filter. It was sad. We didn't get anymore fish.
That brings us to now. Years and years later. I seriously begged Mom for years to let me get a goldfish. Finally, on Friday, she brought me to PetSmart and we got the aforementioned (I love that word.) lovely fish by the peculiar name of Tunnel. I am a very happy person. I love Tunnel lots. *grins*
I'd post a picture of my dear Tunnel, but alas, I am far too lazy to find the camera, turn it on, wait for the fish to stop moving enough to get a good picture, upload the picture to my computer and then post it here. You'll just have to imagine him.
(Is it just me or is there a lack of songs about fish? *shrug* I'd use the goldfish cracker jingle but that could be misconstrued...I don't eat real goldfish.)
Monday, April 11, 2011
Just A Little Post
I really don't have time to be doing this right now. I have a million things to do in an hour and 22 minutes. Get dressed, fix my hair that's a mess, read my Bible, write an important letter, oh and pack a picnic! Since I don't have time, I'm just going to write a little bit.
It's Monday. I love Monday's. It means I get to see Nate. I love Nate. It's our 10 month anniversary. We're going on a picnic. YAY
So, I'm gonna be foggy here and not let people know what I'm talking about. Please, don't ask. I won't tell you. I'll grin at you, but I won't tell you.
I'm so extremely excited to see what God is doing. It's obvious He's up to something. =)
Ok. That's all.
~I can't resist because You've taken my heart~
*Taken by Love-Kutless*
It's Monday. I love Monday's. It means I get to see Nate. I love Nate. It's our 10 month anniversary. We're going on a picnic. YAY
So, I'm gonna be foggy here and not let people know what I'm talking about. Please, don't ask. I won't tell you. I'll grin at you, but I won't tell you.
I'm so extremely excited to see what God is doing. It's obvious He's up to something. =)
Ok. That's all.
~I can't resist because You've taken my heart~
*Taken by Love-Kutless*
Friday, April 8, 2011
...I may feel like a fool, but I'm the only one dancing with you...
Hi! This is another sappy blog post. So, people, it's the same rules/options as before. In case you forgot they are:
First option: Don't read any further. This seems like the easiest and most sanitary thing to do.
Second option: Get a barf bag. This is a pretty good option but it might get messy...*shrug*
Now that we've got that out of the way, let's go.
Have you ever had a person in your life who made you forget? Forget all your problems, your fears, your stress, everything.
Have you had a person that makes you completely and utterly happy, even on the worst day possible?
That's what Nate is for me. When I'm having a bad day, Nate somehow makes everything better. Sometimes just a simple "I love you" text or some such thing makes me happy.
Lately, I find myself stressed over a lot of things. Finding a job, figuring out what to do with my life, etc. When I'm randomly dancing with Nate and I'm looking in his eyes, I forget everything. My stress dissolves like an ice cube in hot water. I can't think of anything depressing or stressful. All I can see is Nate and how much I love him. He's pretty much everything to me.
Nate is seriously the most amazing guy I've ever met. He is exactly the person I prayed for. He's my best friend. Sometimes it scares me how alike we are. Even after months and months we're still finding out things we have in common.
What I like most about Nate is how much he loves God. It's so completely obvious whether he's saying it or writing it. He is always encouraging me in my walk with God whether he knows it or not. We have had several conversations concerning Christ and what He's doing in our lives, what He's showing us, and our convictions. Those are some of my favorite conversations. I thank God every single day for my Nate. I love him lots. =)
As I said before, Nate makes me happy. Even when I just feel like sitting down and crying or just being mopey and depressed, he makes me smile. Even laugh. Though he doesn't get it, he's hilarious. I'm constantly chuckling at what he says or does. These days, I frequently laugh until I cry.
Whether I'm sitting on the couch with Nate's arms around me, holding his hand, or just talking to him about everything and nothing in particular, I'm happy. Really, really happy.
I really wasn't planning on posting something so sappy. I actually kind of feel like I'm copying Nate's post from the other day since I've been going on about his amazingness but it's a time that calls for it. See, yesterday was our 300th day dating *smiles* and Monday is our 10 month anniversary. Double digits! *is excited* It's gone by pretty fast. It's amazing how far we've come in the bit over a year (ok so it's been over a year and a half...ish.) since we met. I told myself a little bit after we met that I wouldn't fall in love with him, yet...here I am. And I couldn't be happier. =)
Dear Nate,
I love you so very much. You have made my life so much better than it ever was. Happy 301 days/ early 10 months. =)
Love,
Meg
I love you so very much. You have made my life so much better than it ever was. Happy 301 days/ early 10 months. =)
Love,
Meg
~I'm in love and no beginner
Could ever grasp or understand just what he means~
(Both this and the title were taken from "Baby Blue Eyes" by A Rocket to the Moon)
Could ever grasp or understand just what he means~
(Both this and the title were taken from "Baby Blue Eyes" by A Rocket to the Moon)
Note: I changed a word. "He" was originally "she" and that just wouldn't do for obvious reasons. =)
Saturday, April 2, 2011
My Life in Four Short Lists
I love...
1. God
2. Nate
3. My family
4. My friends
5. Tacos
6. The color purple.
7. Fluffy
8. Kemenbar
9. Music
10. Owl City
11. Nate singing
I like...
1. Rubber duckies
2. Slippery floors
3. Daffodils
4. Yellow roses
5. Waffles
6. Kemenbar
7. Gus
8. Gary
9. People
10. Books
11. Fluxx
12. Rings
13. Clouds
14. Towels
15. The number twelve
16. The number 11
17. Happy, swimmy goldfish
18. My piano
19. My blankie
20. Your jacket
I don't like...
1. Spiders
2. People
3. Green beans
4. Bugs
5. School
6. Teenagers
7. Shopping
8. Skirts
9. Matt Damon
10. Burnt out light bulbs
11. How restaurants always dim their lights during dinner
12. Puking
13. Loading the dishwasher
14. Xbox (actually Lewis playing xbox)
15. Monkeys (except the ones on baby clothes)
I hate/am scared of...
1. Spiders
2. Ringing doorbells
3. Zebras
4. Rap music
5. Old men hitting on me
6. Justin Bieber
7. Weekends
8. Gorillas
1. God
2. Nate
3. My family
4. My friends
5. Tacos
6. The color purple.
7. Fluffy
8. Kemenbar
9. Music
10. Owl City
11. Nate singing
I like...
1. Rubber duckies
2. Slippery floors
3. Daffodils
4. Yellow roses
5. Waffles
6. Kemenbar
7. Gus
8. Gary
9. People
10. Books
11. Fluxx
12. Rings
13. Clouds
14. Towels
15. The number twelve
16. The number 11
17. Happy, swimmy goldfish
18. My piano
19. My blankie
20. Your jacket
I don't like...
1. Spiders
2. People
3. Green beans
4. Bugs
5. School
6. Teenagers
7. Shopping
8. Skirts
9. Matt Damon
10. Burnt out light bulbs
11. How restaurants always dim their lights during dinner
12. Puking
13. Loading the dishwasher
14. Xbox (actually Lewis playing xbox)
15. Monkeys (except the ones on baby clothes)
I hate/am scared of...
1. Spiders
2. Ringing doorbells
3. Zebras
4. Rap music
5. Old men hitting on me
6. Justin Bieber
7. Weekends
8. Gorillas
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