So I've actually been meaning to do one of these. All the songs that make me think of my good friends. *nod*. So, in no particular order:
Sterling - Small Town USA, by Justin Moore, and anything by Jason Michael Carroll.
Melissa - Anything by Avril, obviously. xD
Danny - Anything by Nickelback, but namely I'd Come For You.
Brian - I'm Still a Guy, by Brad Paisley. xD
Sarah - I Wish You'd Stay, by Brad Paisley; Thunder, by Boys Like Girls
Holly - Bless the Broken Road, as sung by Rascal Flatts
Wow. the last four all have five letters in their name. More to come I'm sure, but that was just what came to me at this exact moment. =)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Fraught with Dangers
So. I was driving the four-wheeler home today after raking hay for my daddy, and thinking that it was probably kind of funny that I felt safer on the 4-wheeler than I did in the tractor, because I'm probably ACTUALLY safer in the tractor...you know, it's big, if I run into anything, the tractor probably wins. Unless it's like, you know, a train. Where as on a four-wheeler, I'm pretty much screwed if anything happens. Nothing above me to keep me safe, and just, yeah. Not exactly the safest things ever, right? And then I was like, but I feel even SAFER on horseback...Any horse's back, generally! Which, as anybody who rides 4-wheelers and drives tractors *cough*mydad*coughcough* would tell you are MUCH safer than a horse.
And I was like, well, you know, they're all pretty dangers. But we never really think about them being dangerous...Well, I lie. We do, but more as a "if I treat it with respect and do everything right, I'll be fine. Don't do anything stupid" sort of danger. Which is true! And then I was thinking about and I was like, You know, horses probably are the most dangerous of the three. Due to the whole brain factor. You know, even if you're using them right, sometimes they spazz out anyway, and you get hurt, no matter how "right" you're doing everything. And then I was like, well, it happens with tractors and four wheelers, too. It's why they're called "accidents." No matter how careful you are, sometimes things just go wrong, and it's totally weird and uncalled for, but it happens.
So then I was like, so wow, everything I do is dangerous! And I was kind of laughing to myself and was like, "You know, I bet the city people wonder (Well, when they think about us country bumpkins, anyway) how we survive! Everything we do is dangerous!"
And then I decided that the city has it's own kind of dangers! I mean, seriously, do you ever hear of anyone getting murdered or raped in a small town? NO! That only happens in the city! Then again, there's also so many people in the city that the odds of you being singled out are about one in a million, but, STILL! It's a danger! Plus, more cars, thus an increased chance of car crashes and yadda yadda.
So I've basically decided that life is fraught with dangers, no matter where you go, and that everyone it just used to their own kind of danger. My dad thinks that tractors are a lot safer than horses, but I would be inclined to say that horses are safer than tractors...A person from the city would instantly tell you that BOTH tractors and horses are TERRIBLY dangerous, and no one should EVER go near them while proceeding to crawl into their car and drink alcohol, so basically, we all live dangerous lives. Mwahahaha. Isn't it great living on the edge?
P.S. I had to look up "fraught" to make sure I was using it right, cause I'm all cool and OCD like that. I am. xD It means "lots of, or loaded with." Just for the record. xD
And I was like, well, you know, they're all pretty dangers. But we never really think about them being dangerous...Well, I lie. We do, but more as a "if I treat it with respect and do everything right, I'll be fine. Don't do anything stupid" sort of danger. Which is true! And then I was thinking about and I was like, You know, horses probably are the most dangerous of the three. Due to the whole brain factor. You know, even if you're using them right, sometimes they spazz out anyway, and you get hurt, no matter how "right" you're doing everything. And then I was like, well, it happens with tractors and four wheelers, too. It's why they're called "accidents." No matter how careful you are, sometimes things just go wrong, and it's totally weird and uncalled for, but it happens.
So then I was like, so wow, everything I do is dangerous! And I was kind of laughing to myself and was like, "You know, I bet the city people wonder (Well, when they think about us country bumpkins, anyway) how we survive! Everything we do is dangerous!"
And then I decided that the city has it's own kind of dangers! I mean, seriously, do you ever hear of anyone getting murdered or raped in a small town? NO! That only happens in the city! Then again, there's also so many people in the city that the odds of you being singled out are about one in a million, but, STILL! It's a danger! Plus, more cars, thus an increased chance of car crashes and yadda yadda.
So I've basically decided that life is fraught with dangers, no matter where you go, and that everyone it just used to their own kind of danger. My dad thinks that tractors are a lot safer than horses, but I would be inclined to say that horses are safer than tractors...A person from the city would instantly tell you that BOTH tractors and horses are TERRIBLY dangerous, and no one should EVER go near them while proceeding to crawl into their car and drink alcohol, so basically, we all live dangerous lives. Mwahahaha. Isn't it great living on the edge?
P.S. I had to look up "fraught" to make sure I was using it right, cause I'm all cool and OCD like that. I am. xD It means "lots of, or loaded with." Just for the record. xD
Monday, June 22, 2009
Change
Time has passed and seasons have changed
Things will never again be the same.
Trying to hold on to that place and time
But I'm losing my grip, it's a hard thing to find.
Life goes on, or so they say
People change, they go their own way
But how do they know which way to go
When life is always changing, since waters always flow?
Things will never stay the same
Each thing has a season, then comes the new day
Everything we know is always changing, always moving
How do you know whether you're winning or losing?
Seasons come and seasons go
So we simply hold on to the things we know.
Things will never again be the same.
Trying to hold on to that place and time
But I'm losing my grip, it's a hard thing to find.
Life goes on, or so they say
People change, they go their own way
But how do they know which way to go
When life is always changing, since waters always flow?
Things will never stay the same
Each thing has a season, then comes the new day
Everything we know is always changing, always moving
How do you know whether you're winning or losing?
Seasons come and seasons go
So we simply hold on to the things we know.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Only In Books....
So. I've pretty much decided that it's only in story books and fairy tales when you actually run into a guy. I mean. I am now in Washington, in Stevenson. At Annie's. And I got bored. And went running, right? Like, half way down the hill. And like. In the books, right, some guy would drive past as I was making my way BACK up the hill. Because it's a ridiculously HARD climb back up to Ann's house. OR! Better yet! Some guy could come RIDING, like, on horseback! Definitely better than a car.
Seriously: Any time a girl goes on vacation in a new place and goes somewhere, she meets some guy! Every time, in the book, consistently! And he's always amazing, and perfect. Like, usually only for the summer, or whatever, which is dumb. But STILL.
But I've pretty much decided that only happens in books. Nothing like that EVER happens in real life. EVER. I mean, seriously. Has anything like that ever happened to you guys? No. Probably not. Because it doesn't happen in real life. Things don't just happen like that.
Which I suppose is probably why I like writing so much. Because then I can make my happy little people that run serendipitously into one another and fall madly in love at first sight and ride off into the sunset, all picturesque and perfect and everything that doesn't happen in real life. Life never ends that way. Like, I wonder what would happen if people continued the story after the "happily ever after." But see, they can't do that. Because then everyone would die. And that's not as good as "and they rode off into the sunset and lived happily every after."
But I don't mind that, as much as it sounds like I do. Because I get enough of real life in...well, real life. I don't wanna read about it in books! I wanna read happily every after! Which is why all of my stories that never get finished actually do have endings. Because they always end in happily ever after of some sort. Everything goes perfectly. Because it's a good way to end it. I like my characters to be happy, even if I do tend to make them really miserable somewhere in the middle. =P
Anyway. That was my rant about books and real life. =P
Seriously: Any time a girl goes on vacation in a new place and goes somewhere, she meets some guy! Every time, in the book, consistently! And he's always amazing, and perfect. Like, usually only for the summer, or whatever, which is dumb. But STILL.
But I've pretty much decided that only happens in books. Nothing like that EVER happens in real life. EVER. I mean, seriously. Has anything like that ever happened to you guys? No. Probably not. Because it doesn't happen in real life. Things don't just happen like that.
Which I suppose is probably why I like writing so much. Because then I can make my happy little people that run serendipitously into one another and fall madly in love at first sight and ride off into the sunset, all picturesque and perfect and everything that doesn't happen in real life. Life never ends that way. Like, I wonder what would happen if people continued the story after the "happily ever after." But see, they can't do that. Because then everyone would die. And that's not as good as "and they rode off into the sunset and lived happily every after."
But I don't mind that, as much as it sounds like I do. Because I get enough of real life in...well, real life. I don't wanna read about it in books! I wanna read happily every after! Which is why all of my stories that never get finished actually do have endings. Because they always end in happily ever after of some sort. Everything goes perfectly. Because it's a good way to end it. I like my characters to be happy, even if I do tend to make them really miserable somewhere in the middle. =P
Anyway. That was my rant about books and real life. =P
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
My Dad is Amazing
So I've pretty much decided that my dad is amazing, and that I want to be just like him. He's a great person, but I guess the thing I was actually thinking about was how he works with animals. xD That's like, I dunno, superficial or surfacy or whatever, I know, but it's true!
I've watched him working with cattle for two days straight. To watch him peel a cow off the main bunch is amazing. It's like....he picks her out and then there she is, right through the gate, even if she was surrounded by like, 10 other cows, or right in the middle of the pack! It's crazy. Of course, he misses one every now and then. Cattle tend to be that way. I swear livestock is the meaning of Murphy's Law incarnate; if something CAN go wrong, chances are it probably will, so it's always best to be prepared. But like, it seems like the cows always end up just where he wants them. Working with cows myself over the past couple years helping him and stuff, I know how hard it is to cut a cow or a calf out of the bunch, and a good share of the time my dad just makes it look easy.
I want to be able to do that. Basically, I love my dad. =) It seems like he can do whatever he sets his mind to. =P Love ya dad.
I've watched him working with cattle for two days straight. To watch him peel a cow off the main bunch is amazing. It's like....he picks her out and then there she is, right through the gate, even if she was surrounded by like, 10 other cows, or right in the middle of the pack! It's crazy. Of course, he misses one every now and then. Cattle tend to be that way. I swear livestock is the meaning of Murphy's Law incarnate; if something CAN go wrong, chances are it probably will, so it's always best to be prepared. But like, it seems like the cows always end up just where he wants them. Working with cows myself over the past couple years helping him and stuff, I know how hard it is to cut a cow or a calf out of the bunch, and a good share of the time my dad just makes it look easy.
I want to be able to do that. Basically, I love my dad. =) It seems like he can do whatever he sets his mind to. =P Love ya dad.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Cross...Among Other Things
Well, in response to my earlier post, I did NOT get to stay home alone. Dad stayed home, because he was going to go meet mom in Bismarck today. Well, now she's staying til, like, Tuesday, I think. Or something like that. Anyway. So that's the deal there.
Now. *points to title* The Cross. I was thinking about it today. and in a Clubhouse I got like, years ago, there was this fiction article from the view of a Roman soldier, and it was like, how he didn't understand why they held the cross in such high regard, because it was a method of torture. And I was thinking about that, and about how to Christians it has become like, a symbol of salvation. The whole concept sort of interests me.
It's like, not only did Christ triumph over death (which of course is the main thing) but if you read into it a little more, there was so much else that He did. Especially when we think of the cross. If we had lived in that time period, the cross would have been horrible: maybe it would have made you shudder, maybe it would scare you, and I'm sure to criminals, it struck fear in their hearts. It would be an insanely PAINFUL way to die. I can't even imagine.
But to us, it's not a symbol of torture. Like I said, it's a symbol of salvation, of hope, of forgiveness, of freedom. It's sort of a crazy one hundred eighty degree turn, you know? I don't know why that sort of boggled my mind so much, but it did. I think mostly because we never think about what it meant to some people. We only see the Salvation Message. I guess it's sort of interesting to me to think that that's not always what it meant. It used to mean death: Now, to Christians, it means life.
Ironic, right?
Now. *points to title* The Cross. I was thinking about it today. and in a Clubhouse I got like, years ago, there was this fiction article from the view of a Roman soldier, and it was like, how he didn't understand why they held the cross in such high regard, because it was a method of torture. And I was thinking about that, and about how to Christians it has become like, a symbol of salvation. The whole concept sort of interests me.
It's like, not only did Christ triumph over death (which of course is the main thing) but if you read into it a little more, there was so much else that He did. Especially when we think of the cross. If we had lived in that time period, the cross would have been horrible: maybe it would have made you shudder, maybe it would scare you, and I'm sure to criminals, it struck fear in their hearts. It would be an insanely PAINFUL way to die. I can't even imagine.
But to us, it's not a symbol of torture. Like I said, it's a symbol of salvation, of hope, of forgiveness, of freedom. It's sort of a crazy one hundred eighty degree turn, you know? I don't know why that sort of boggled my mind so much, but it did. I think mostly because we never think about what it meant to some people. We only see the Salvation Message. I guess it's sort of interesting to me to think that that's not always what it meant. It used to mean death: Now, to Christians, it means life.
Ironic, right?
Saturday, May 30, 2009
My Dog Looks Ridiculous!
AHHHH! my dog got shaved...Except, except. They didn't shave his head. Or his tail. So he's like, buzzed on his entire body. And then a big POOFY tail, and still has hair on his head! Ah! I hardly even recognized him as my dog! He looks so STUPID! Bahahahaha. It's okay. I still love him, and it'll feel good for him to not be roasting in the heat, but don't you think they could have done something that was a little more pleasing to the eye?
I think they probably just took him out to Terry, the vet, and had him buz him, so it was probably just a quick job, and Terry really doesn't care what they look like. Lol. Oh well. That was pretty much all I had to say: That my dog looks dumb.
Pictures coming as soon as my mommy gets back from Minot with the camera. xD
Oh yeah! And on a different note: I'm staying home by myself for the first time tonight!!! YAY! I'm pretty stoked. Lol. Mom's in Minot already, seeing Holly and Emily and Patrick. And Dad is going up tonight. So yeah. =) I getta stay home by myself. Pretty exciting stuff. Although, I was rather counting on having my dog around to keep me safe, but now he looks so ridiculous that he probably won't scare ANYONE off. =P That's okay. He doesn't need to LOOK tough, just BE touch. And he is. =P So it'll all be good. And I'm pretty excited.
And then I sing for church tomorrow. It was a spur of the moment thing, so I'm just singing It Is Well With My Soul, but I'm singing it to both the piano and the organ, and it's a really pretty accompinament, so hopefully it won't be too boring. =P Lol. Anyway. That is all. Bye loves.
I think they probably just took him out to Terry, the vet, and had him buz him, so it was probably just a quick job, and Terry really doesn't care what they look like. Lol. Oh well. That was pretty much all I had to say: That my dog looks dumb.
Pictures coming as soon as my mommy gets back from Minot with the camera. xD
Oh yeah! And on a different note: I'm staying home by myself for the first time tonight!!! YAY! I'm pretty stoked. Lol. Mom's in Minot already, seeing Holly and Emily and Patrick. And Dad is going up tonight. So yeah. =) I getta stay home by myself. Pretty exciting stuff. Although, I was rather counting on having my dog around to keep me safe, but now he looks so ridiculous that he probably won't scare ANYONE off. =P That's okay. He doesn't need to LOOK tough, just BE touch. And he is. =P So it'll all be good. And I'm pretty excited.
And then I sing for church tomorrow. It was a spur of the moment thing, so I'm just singing It Is Well With My Soul, but I'm singing it to both the piano and the organ, and it's a really pretty accompinament, so hopefully it won't be too boring. =P Lol. Anyway. That is all. Bye loves.
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