Monday, February 22, 2010

Late night thoughts.

Sometimes I log onto my blog for the purpose of blogging but my amazing music distracts me from anything I might say.

It is a very lovely selection of music.

P.S. Does anyone even read this?

Monday, February 15, 2010

My Husband.

Sleep eludes me. It's almost 1:30am and I have been lying in bed for at least an hour. I've finally given up on sleep and decided to write in my new blog.
Valentine's Day was today (or yesterday) .It not my favorite day of the year, but I don't totally hate it yet. I still have hope for the future.

The question I get asked most often is "So...are you dating anyone yet?" to which the answer has always been "No." Followed by "Why not?" Sometimes I look back over my life, and think of the few boys that I have liked or the rare few that have liked me...and wonder if I was a different person and had dated what would have happened.
I have had a few chances....

There was Alex with the bull cut that was on my soccer team when I was six. He liked my best friend Ashley and was mean to me. I'm still not over it. Then there were two or three in grade friends. This was when boys and girls still didn't talk to each I fit in perfectly. Things got a little harder in Jr. High when it was normal to interact with the opposite sex. I couldn't quite get the hang of that...
I remember liking the same boy from about 6th grade to the beginning of my freshman year. Finally I caught his eye. He started sitting with me in church, talking to me on AIM, and hanging around more. Naturally he lost his appeal. That crush officially ended after church on a Saturday night. A small group of my friends went to see a movie. I sat between Cassie and said crush - This is where things turned bad. I was not aloud to wear deodorant (breast cancer prevention). Naturally I smelled. BAD. So bad in fact that it was even overpowering me. I noticed him discreetly smelling his own pits, just to check and see if it was him. So I pretended to feel sick, and lay on Cassie's lap for the rest of the movie. That was the end of that boy.
Moving on...everyone thinks that I'm never interested in anyone, when it fact I have liked quite a few boys in recent years. The difference between me and the rest of my generation is that I don't tell everyone I know when I develop a crush. That and I am not a very good flirt.

My husband will:

Love God more then anything. He doesn't have to be perfect, but his desire to follow The Lord will be apparent to everyone he knows.

He will be funny, but more importantly, he will think....No, he will KNOW that I am funny.

He'll have to be a leader. That's just a must. None of that "I don't know if she's into me" crap. If he likes me he'll have to be willing to risk rejection and make the first move. I am a strong believer in women not pursuing men.

Which leads me to my next point. I want to marry a man. Not a boy, not a guy, a man. I can't really explain what that means....but that's just how it is.

Lastly, he'll need to be attractive. I admit it. I can be a little shallow in the looks department....but I think attractiveness is important. He doesn't have to be a Robert Downey Jr. or Hugh Jackman, but who wants to date  PeeWee Herman.

Now that I have that off my chest maybe I'll be able to get some sleep.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Spider Catcher

It's amazing that certain titles, such as the one chosen for this blog post, actually attract people. When I say people I really mean me. Yes...The Spider Catcher is the name of the library book I am now reading. So far, I am a little disappointed by the story line...but I hope it will get better...Gilbert Morris usually manages to hold my attention.

Clearly, I take my reading a little to seriously, but what can I say? One of my strongest aspirations is to have my own library. I love reading. Next to reading I love talking about books I have read (with other book lovers, of course). Fact: I have bought at least 20 new books in the past three months. Thrifty Joe's cheap prices makes this possible.

Although my love for fiction is healthy, I realize that it gets in my way at times. I want my life to play out like the heroines in my stories.
Adventure, romance, even danger...this is what I long for.
Here I am. Twenty-one years old (almost twenty-two) and my life is totally lacking in all three of those departments.

Adventure? Still living with the parentals.
Romance? HA! That's a joke.
Danger? Well...I burned my hand making dinner the other day.

It's no wonder I read.