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.

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

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.

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?

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.

Graduation and Friends

Wow. Graduation is...CRAZY. Only 8th grade, peeps, no worries. xD But yeah. Getting all dressed up and fancy, walking down the aisle to Pomp and Circumstance, singing, playing in band. Then the receiving line, hugging people that I don't even know. It's great.

Of course, everyone always asks if you feel any different, and the answer is....no. I don't feel a bit different. Other than WAY excited that it's finally SUMMER. But no, the lack of change is rather disappointing. I was hoping I would feel better. But I don't. But that's okay! Because I'm done with school for the summer and I have 3 months to just chill and do what I want to do.'

And basically, I just gotta mention that my friends are freaking amazing. Like, I honestly do NOT know what I would do without them around. Go crazy, I'm sure. I guess there's that saying about "Friends are God's way of showing us he loves us" and God must love me a LOT, because I pretty much have the most amazing friends ever. I kid you not when I say they are my sanity. Who else would listen to me cry for like, an hour straight while I try and figure out my life? I pretty darn good friend, right?

So basically: I feel pretty blessed right now. Onward and Upward! =D

Emily Lynn!

Emily Lynn was born on May 21 at 10:22 P.M. at Trinity Hospital in Minot, North Dakota. She weighed 6 pounds 14 ounces and was 19 inches long (I think) Anyway, she's a beautiful, healthy baby girl, and is, of course, adorable. Perfect in every way. Not that I'm biased or anything. ;P