On a blog, shouldn't you be completely honest?? yes. You should. So, here i go..

Truthfully, on Friday, i was ticked. I was all happy and rested and had just finished my short-story i had really been working on for Interlochen. Well, i go to my best friend in 3rd period, I mean, who else? She's my own personal critic.. What happens? She refuses to read my story. Which hurts my feelings, and causes me to be in a bad mood. Then later, what happens? I try to be positive and up-beat in band...i get yelled at. Wonderful.
Then- when my weekends going pretty fantabulous, what do i find out? My best friend decides she wants to go to Interlochen... or rather, the camp. And that's why i really got mad. I want to support her in all she does, and push her forward, but after i found Interlochen, i kinda felt like it was mine. My dream that i could actually possibly accomplish. A scholarship i had a real chance to snag and a school i could go to and advance in my career! But even as i knew she just wanted to go to the camp..i knew that i either get the scholarship and go to school- or don't go at all. No camp or anything. I mean, who just has thousands of dollars floating around?? Not me. But i guess i was angry because of stupid 'ole jealousy. i know that if she really wanted to, she could go.
I'm really trying to get over this, but it's extremely hard. I want to go to Interlochen, i want to be surrounded by things i love to do every day, and i WANT TO GET OUT OF THIS CITY. I'm sick and tired of it. In fact, almost the whole day, i just kept thinking of reasons to stay- 0. Reasons to leave- infinite. I'm ready for something different. Something better. Just, just, something ELSE. I need a change.. a change i need to decide. Soon.
Who knows..maybe this time next year, I'll be sitting up at Interlochen- writing to you all, as i sit by the fireplace, with my laptop, watching the snow fall in gigantic clumps outside the Creative Writing Hall, and the blazing fire consume the wood. Oh how i wish......
Dream! COME TRUE.
<3.
(aliella...for once and for all)

Yay, I'm getting sick. Cold, sore throat, zombie-like face. Joyful. TK killed me. I went to her mom's- she got sick- now i am sick. It SUCKS.

Still thinking here, 

I'm sitting here on Thanksgiving night thinking about all the many things I've been blessed with.

I know, I know, I just posted about my 70th post, but that was counting both blogs combined *=] 

City lights, restaurants with long lines, couples holding hands, shops on every corner, street performers... Chicago is utterly amazing, and I'm pretty sure I'm destined to live in either that city, or another big city. Walking up and down those sidewalks, passing by rushing cars and towering skyscrapers..it all gave me chills, just like it always does. The thing is, in that same moment, I'm completely terrified by the knowledge that I'm sprinting out of my comfort zone and I have absolutely no idea about anything around me, but yet it still gives me this sense of complete, well, comfort and peace or serenity that just makes me feel like that's where I'm supposed to be or that's what I'm supposed to be part of. It's all just... breath taking =] 

If my quick-skilled calculations are correct (=])

A moment of weakness, a decision to be made,

She grabbed his hand and raced out the door, stumbling from the sudden burst, he yelled to her,"Where are we going?" 

So, normally *even though I'm far from normal* i would be posting on Poseur Fan Site, but i thought that this is one blog that has to be put on the original, good 'ole Poseur ♥.

Well, i have a friend.
shocking, i know.
But that's beside the point...anyways!
She has this blog, a freaking awesome one, by the way, and it is:
www.oced118.blogspot.com
So you definitely need to check it out! ASAP. Especially if you love:
1) Edward Cullen
2) the Twilight Saga? Sega? help please. or
3) blogs about those and more
enjoy =)
♥.

Howdy friends.
Random quote:
" stop trying to make friends, and enjoy the one's you have. "
Actually, i think i switched that up a little...and i really don't know who said that. oops.
Anyways, though not many people realize it, i am not a very outgoing person. I am not very confident. And i have a pretty low self-esteem. But I'll still stand up for what i believe in, though i lack these qualities. (and believe me, I'm working on building them up!)
But going back to the outgoing thing. Some people think i have tons of friends. * i know, because they've told me this * or they think I'm really like talkative & outgoing, but that's just when I'm around them, so they don't know any different. But really....i don't have very many "friends." Just acquaintances. Distant & close. I mean, i try to make friends, i really do! i just, lack that quality that makes people want to always hang out with me, or that interests them. This isn't a pity party. Because in reality...I'm okay with being my quiet, shy self. I really am...
♥.

When i first met her, i (of course) asked her for her autograph, because it isn't everyday that you meet the World's Tallest Woman...and one thing that was quite funny about her autograph, was that i got it on a picture of her that had God's hands and then her (standing up) kind of on/in between them...and in big bold letters it said,"IN THE BEGINNING, GOD CREATED THE EARTH....AND THEN THERE WAS SANDY." i still have it =) But later i realized i was shown that nobody is ever out of place, and that you should always feel comfortable in your own skin. She was truly an inspiration to me let alone to people across the world, not because of her height but because of her courage, humor, love for people & life, and because of her ability to see the good in all.
I know we all will miss you.
(so here's to you)
Sandy Allen.

JUST A REMINDER:
I know you (fans) adore my blog.. *JK* and are constantly requesting for a blog to solve your constant Poseur hunger. But because this is a (semi-) important year for me with 2 HS classes/credits to achieve/succeed in. I may not have lots of time to spend here in front of this wonderful, technologically enriched computer like I did in the summer. Plus, I'm not a constant party-goer, or busy-body, and I'm working on the whole "get-a-life" thing and actually trying to achieve a "life." Therefore i am a pretty boring person. So don't expect too much. I will try and try and try (and try) my absolute hardest to write as many blogs as possible on here and Poseur Fan Site, as quick & daily as i can.
Bear with me.
It's only about 9 1/2 more months of school! {that didn't help.}
off to the nook!
♥.

I know!
okayy; maybe you weren't thinking the same thing i was..but I'm super duper psyched because i now have two blogs! One of the original Poseur *obvi* and one for the people who continue to be hooked to Poseur but also want to incorporate some...*introducing drum roll* POSEUR FAN SITE (!)
Yepperoo! that's correcto-mundo! A fan site dedicated to all you dedicated fans of Poseur.
(by the way: i definitely need to get an estimate of just how many fans i have. Hello! PUSH THE COMMENT BUTTON PLEASE: and NO ANONYMOUS. because i want to know who you are too bad...so don't be cruel.)
So check out that {don't expect too much yet because i just made it, and went through the long process *lol* so there's only an introduction blog. But it's a pretty friggin' awesome one!}

p.s i ♥ fans
*feel special*

Um..so the first day went pretty smoothly. I didn't trip (!) fall (!!) get lost (!!!) or rip/lose/spill anything (!!!!)
thanks for the prayer =)
Actually, i made a new friend *see above smiley*
Mr. Capt. Kirk.
(I'm not kidding, people really do call him that except minus the Mr. lol )
He's freaking HILARIOUS. He's one of my lunch table buddies, ITE (or Shop Class?) Buddies, he's just my buddy =p
Moving on.
We're starting to get on with Algebra 1, U.S History, Language, Mechanical Drawing, Gym (ugh!), Band (...), and finally, BIOLOGY 1 *which I'm actually pretty psyched about!*
yay for Greek & Latin root words.
!!!
No-Name & I talk. At least enough... um, I'm still single.
*woo?*
School's pretty tiring actually. And yep that's about it.
sorry this was boring!
next time I'll put more ♥ + sOuL into it.
peace.
♥.

Well, my life has officially become a soap opera. At least in the friendship/school/church- ish department.
FRIENDSHIP:
I haven't talked to my no-name friend in FOREVER. and even though i have no clue how to get ahold of her, (though I've made an attempt too!) and she obviously hasn't tried with me. I'm the one who frequently gets asked.."well you should talk to her, don't you think she needs a friend?" or "Have you talked to her yet?" etc.
No, i haven't talked to her. Not because i haven't wanted to, because believe me, i wish everything was back to how it used to be, but because if she wanted to get ahold of me, she would try her hardest to find some way to contact me. no matter what might have happened between us and everything...
also. (NEW SUBJECT)
do i want to risk losing a friendship over a guy that has potential break-up written all over it? or would i rather let it die eventually, but keep the one with the guy? and risk me ending up alone..while they magically get back together (?!)
you know, she bugs me & doesn't talk to me because there might be some interest between him & i, or if i went out with him she would stop being my friend. but you know what? she never asked me if it was alright to date him after we broke up. *sighs* drama.
SCHOOL:
i don't have any close friends. well, one...(that's in my grade) but we haven't talked all summer. so i guess that's not that close of a friendship. but aside from that bit...my only close(ish) friends I'd say i have: 2 in HS. and 1 and hour and a half away. if he even counts anymore...everything has turned awkward between us!
*sighs again* drama. drama.
CHURCH:
How are you supposed to go to church when- never mind. I'm not even going to get into that subject.
I'm just going to suck it up. Hold it in. And fight through the awkward(ish)ness of it all.
*continues the sigh* drama. drama. drama.
So this post is dedicated to one special soap opera.
my life (!)
♥.

Well it's come again.
One of the most: exhilarating. dreaded. exciting. butterfly-prone days ever.
~THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL~
The thing is, I'm usually wayy more nervous than I am..maybe it just hasn't hit me yet, or possibly I'm more overcome with sadness for being left behind at the middle school or something.
Anyways-
Tomorrow I (hopefully) will hold my head high, while rockin' a killer outfit, will parade through those halls with confidence, cool, and intelligence radiating off of me.
HA.
yeah right. Most likely something will be spilt or knocked onto my outfit/or i can't find some major piece. I'll run into the door or something. I'll rip or drop something trying to get my (bottom *gripes*) locker open. AND I'll trip down the hallway and get lost on my way to class.
Yep. sounds about right.
but- I'll keep you all informed, if you happen to care, on how my day actually goes.
((please pray i don't injure myself!))
♥.

Today was my little sister's 9th birthday...
*woo!*
She had balloons, party favors, a movie, movie snacks...and my mom & i were their "waitresses" lol did i mention tons of gifts?
yepperoo-
but the best thing that happened today (?)
She came up to me, gave me a big hug, and said,"you made this the best birthday ever (!)"
This month's goal:
- give more than you take
=)=)=)=)(=(=(=(=
well, peace (gtg chill with the B-Day girl)
♥.

Uh...I've done basically nothing this week *hence, the Ultimate Housewife post* but today...i finally got out of the house
*yay!*
I went to Cholula's (yumm!) =)
And then I hung out with my "twin". ((we're actually 15 (!) years apart))
& watched The Breakfast Club, which I am now in love with the character "John Bender", it is a fabulous movie (!) and we ordered pizza, watched Tuck Everlasting (and did i mention I'm also in love with Jesse Tuck??!) and loaded ourselves with too much pizza, coca-cola, and CANDY BARS.
pretty great day.
oh, and we uploaded a million + 1, pictures of ourselves that we took on her Mac.
Thank You God (!)
this day was utterly amazazing.
off to the nook.
[bedtime.]
♥.

I cook, I clean, I've become the ultimate housewife these past few days.
^ which i know they do wayy more than that
Staying at home all day isn't as fun when you don't have certain people* calling you.
And It's definitely not fun when siblings eliminate the computer and television from your electronic diet.
sheesh.
I've started boring myself (!)
- the only good from this?
I've gotten my passion for sewing back, and oh how i love it =)
peace.
♥

Lately, with all the things that have happened to me... I've decided to just simply. GO.
Think ahead, plan it out, keep myself busy, all while simply; going.
Up until this point, I've always kind of been a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. And thus far, my life has proven: it doesn't work for me.
SO, I've decided to get up of my duff *figuratively speaking* dust myself off, and plan out what I want to get done in the next 5 years of my life; (my language teacher would be proud!)
of course keeping in mind that things will change if God wants them to. And this will be called my "Goal-Binder" *real catchy name, huh.*
Jam-packed with Information, Goals, Check-lists, How-to's, etc..
Some people might think I'm crazy or something, but doing this gives me something to look forward to, to work for, to make happen.
And I plan on doing just that (!) Making. It. Happen
peace.

i think it's Lola.
johnny, correct me if I'm wrong.
You're chihuahua (?)
is Lola? yes?
=)
it's kinda funny because when i get bored, home alone, with my dog, Teddy. . .
i sometimes go into deep conversations with him. But that's beside the point.
ANYWAYS.
Johnny, I told Teddy, that someday him & Lola, would meet, fall in love, and have really cute puppies together. Now, there's a really slim chance that will ever happen.
But Teddy doesn't know that....and i feel bad, because i think i kinda got his hopes up.
Jeez..I'm a horrible dog owner.

yay! I've written 40 posts =)
i still need to advertise a little..BUT lol
jk.
no but that would be really cool.
Okay, currently my life is very confuzzling, but I'm trying to make it a little better.
No-Name, and I, have not talked (talked talked) yet, but I'm still awaiting that.
School is fast approaching, and i am totally not prepared, though i have promised *myself* to try my absolute hardest in every subject and attempt straight A's.
((we'll see if that actually happens))
hopefully it will. *crosses fingers*
my "make-out buddy - the make-out" < if that's what we "officially" are now, and i are still practically best friends..though i think he's not telling me everything. (!)
crikes.
but sometimes i feel so weird!
*shut up Roxie. lol*
sometimes i just get so deep into my thoughts, that i start questioning my motives, my friends, my family, my life, i start questioning me! and i hate it when i get like that because it makes me really messed up, then i start screwing up everything in my life. *sighs*
maybe I'm just an extremely mental person, and i endanger myself. so put me in a straight-jacket, and haul me to a white- padded-wall room
i need it.
♥.

This summer, i've learned, er, read a quote that is probably the most honest-to-blog, smartest, and most true words EVER!
the quote: "Growing up has nothing to do with Age."
Amen (!)-
to whoever said/typed/wrote that.
major kudos (?)

A close friend and i have been going through some rough times lately- this friend will remain anonymous; until further notice.
But i still really love this friend. & even though i say that i want nothing to do with them, i will always be there for them.
though i say i can't stand being around them anymore, i really wish that we were as close as ever.
though i think that they make the most stupid decisions in the history of stupid decisions, i still think that they are wayy smarter than me.
and though i say i hate them, i really love them more than i could ever say.
so, if i lose this friendship, i'm done for. i may say that it'll be better without them but deep down i know (i'm nothing without them.)
and of course, i'll never admit to this blog- so don't try.
NO-NAME?!
i miss you. ------------------- the OLD you.
i hate new & improved, 'cause really? it's one of those horrible sequels to a great movie where they don't have the same actors and it sucks.
don't be that crappy sequel.
v_v

My Boyfriend (ahem. mr. wells) already knows basically everything i'm going to say in this one particular blog already [oh, how i love long talks on the phone.]
so- some might be wondering, though there are very few that actually read my blogs, what in the galaxy "Dear Johnny...*yes, the sequel* is."
Well first, last year at camp, i got a boyfriend *shocking, i know* and since it was quite long distance i swore (well if i swore i would've sworn..) to myself to keep a journal/diary/memoir/love note- type dealio that i would give to this boyfriend *coughjohnnycough* the next time i saw him. And you can even ask him, i wrote tons of random things, mushy crap, and just things i am now like "why in the galaxy did i ever write that?!"- but just like i 'swore' i gave it to him.
In it though, i wrote a lot of my feelings, thoughts, and other things that went through my mind and it helped me quite a bit.
So this whole entire "poseur." blog is technically the loverly sequel to the first..Dear Johnny.
i should get these published.
or change the blog name...=)
naa.
♥.

"Musique" is actually the title of one of my play lists on iTunes...but that's beside the point.lol
I've always loved "hardcore" music..(except when i was younger i was in love with all the golden oldies- dad's have such an impact)
But, you know, heavy metal, some screamo- ish, the basics. Bands like Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, We The Kings, The Chalice, Blue Eyes for Bed Light...stuff along those lines and now...
I've fallen in love.
with artists i haven't paid any attention to though they were right under my nose *hypothetically speaking*
like;
-Duffy, Amy Winehouse, Yael Naim, The Dixie Cups, Prince, Salt'N'Pepa, and more. Also, quite a lot of French music from Les Choristes to Notre Dame Le Paris.
i absolutely love Duffy's "Syrup & Honey" and Garou (the renown Canadian-French singer) his song *in Notre Dame Le Paris* "Danse Mon Esmeralda"
=)
♥.♥.
-peace

First of all: sorry (!) i haven't blogged for quite awhile because of all the hype of wedding fever in my neck of the woods.
anyways;;
I have had the biggest ironing fetish lately! I've gone through all my clean clothes and ironed everything from my under-clothing to my bf's sweatshirt. =)
I even stayed up into the wee hours of the morning ironing.=p
passion?
lol nope.
BoReDoM.
♥.

- going to Greenwood to shop. we stopped in Whiteland (?) for gas.
pulling into the gas station i saw a van with a guitar, drumset, and cute guys coming out. . . upon seeing this i first thought (before i saw their guitars and band members) that possibly they were in the marching band corps that comes to Indy.
Judging this, of course, by the size of the bass drum. lol Then i changed my mind into thinking they were some punk band who of which could possibly be just starting out with victory records or some other record company. . . so i quickly tried to memorize their faces. But the majority walked into the station. Telling mom to hold on, so i could see their faces she did what i should've expected from her.
she pulled up to the van where one of the band members were.
she asked them a few questions about the band and where they were headed (and we got some cool buttons =))
So, this blog's for you road-trip, Kentucky-bound, "girly hardcore" dudes; ahem, The Chalice.
hope you made it safely, and rocked out =p
(lol.)
Check them out at:
www.myspace.com/thechalicemusic
btw: just for kicks, tell them the girl at the indiana gas station sent you =)
♥.

I've totally been addicted to MuggleCast podcast on iTunes. . .
it's really interesting to listen to (!)
The jist is 6 crazed (lol) people or fans of Harry Potter come together and have long discussions on the beloved author and her creation.
Though i have read part of the series, but are not allowed anymore, i am really addicted to their talks . . .
so i suggest if you have an iPod and love:
(a) harry potter
(b) long discussions
(c) or all of the above
check them out. it's a free subscription to an awesome podcast that's a bunch of fun
=) enjoy.

P.erfectly flawed.
O.penly concealed.
S.incerely smartalic.
E.motionally blank.
U.nderstandingly clueless.
R.elyingly alone.




[jsyk. i've definately been on the biggest writing kick of my life, i haven't been able to put the pen down. i stay up all night writing, i take it to the dinner table. let me tell you, i'm obsessed with tree-pulp.]
how exciting.
=)

When i began this blog ((poseur.))
i had in mind that it would be a fashion-like blog.
then more of an online- public journal- a glance into me.
now,
i think it's just whatever i feel like writing, whenever i feel like writing, it goes down in pixels, and somehow comes together as a blog.
so don't be confused if it's not what you expected- someday what you expected will be put down on here,
but for now
it's for me.

I woke-up with an urge for trouble. A small chance to be rebellious.
just a taste.
one small indulgence of regret.
I got up.
Quietly, of course. I crept to my dresser and got out a sweatshirt, my iPod, and my cellular. I then, opened, went in, and shut my closet door, jumped on my shelf, and pried open my window. Then, i positioned mysef in the frame when i realized i left something important. . . my shoes.
With a sigh, i got back on the ground and grabbed my shoes while repositioning myself for take-off.
With a sense of mixed emotions.
Butterflies. Stress. Regret. Everything.
i jumped.
- with a relief. . . .no sound.
Now bursting with adrenaline, from my great escape, i put on my sweatshirt, shoes, and earphones. . . .
summoned a deep breath-
cleared my head.
and released with a bolt of lightning.
I ran, just the sidewalk & me.
Pounding the pavement, step-by-step, recollecting memories, forgiving and forgetting, crashing myself down and building me back up.
this was just me now.
my life. everything in it depended on God, my ambition, my trust, and me.
Finally, i ran to the park, sat on a bench, and released.
Sitting there, i let down my guard.
i was myself. I awakened my soul. No one to please. No one to impress.
me. and only me.
i sobbed, cried, wailed, even.
In a sea of people, i felt alone, different, weak. and
with a snap,
it changed.
i
changed.
I found myself. . . on a park bench, at 2:48 in the morning.
I found me.
Under my fake exterior
Under my false words
Under my forced provocative sense of style, mind, life.
forced. pressure. media. school.
life.



change. (i needed it, i did it)

Well, i am extremely proud to announce that my favorite blog ((and/or website on the internet)) is back on after a short break.

www.quietmilk.blogspot.com

Bianca is an extremely gifted writer and i absolutely love reading her blogs. . .
so i highly recommend you do too =0]

you'll definately like her.

Today at Church, i realized something, you know, something BIG and powerful, and never-ending.
Lately, i've been feeling kind of lonely. Like my life is paused, and everyone around me, their lives are on fast-forward. . . but lonely, and that's weird because i'm pretty sure this is the first time in a very long time that i've felt this way. [and i can't very well say i like it]
Anyways, at church i prayed. . .and i mean, i pray constantly each day wether i realize i'm doing it or not, but i prayed, fully conscious and full of emotions and i asked God- and myself [lol]
"God, why do i ever feel lonely? there is no way possible for me EVER to feel lonely because you are always there (!) and i can always talk to YOU"
and that's what's so great about our God, no matter what happens, or how i'm feeling, or in temptation: you are there. you love me. you stay by my side. you fill me with your presence. and you always provide a way out.
always:
you. are. there.

always.

wow, we are so blessed =]

[(i just thought i'd share that with you)]

okay, I know since the "racy" pictures of Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana came out. . . she's lost a lot of fans, but I still love her music [and show] lol =]
not to mention i absolutely adore her new song, "7 Things" ((some of the music video's a little weird)) but i ♥ it (!)
so here it is!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr0Wv5DJhuk

SO. Today i learned that my favorite blog, Quietmilk, has been put on leave. ='[






but on a brighter note (!)






i finally got an iPod after ending my summer job these past few days...which i will miss Camby and i can't wait to see what next summer will hold! *joyful scream*













i'm hoping next summer will hold:






-camp =0] with my camby crew<3

((oh how i love them all. . .))

-definately MORE of this boy =0]

^^ who is currently my lovely boyfriend

and i will be finally awaiting my 15th birthday!
which means i will be one year closer to driving, dating, piercings *lol*
and giving my mom even more headaches. ((just kidding..i'm NOT one of those kids))

CAN'T WAIT

so..i learned a depressing fact today. Not only is my first love *who broke it off* finally talking to me friend-to-friend again ((which i thought might be a sign that maybe we could patch things up again..)) but no, i find out through a little "creative thinking" that....he's in love with mine [and his] best friend.

BUT THE ABSOLUTE KILLER IS...
that when we were dating, i predicted this, and my best friend [who is also best friends with both of them] said it would never happen and that he REALLY did love me.
guess what!
she was wrong, i was right, and now time to face the music.
((man it's horrible composing.))
so tonight my hopes were up, held high, and now crashed all the way to the core of the earth were cockroaches are eating up the festering words.
[why do i snoop?]

okay, so i haven't blogged in a while ((sorry.)) v_v but i finally got home from work at my church camp *thank goodness for wk/ends* and then i went shopping with my older sister and watched my other sister get her belly-button pierced which was "exciting" i guess. =]
but i got these majorly cute boxer-pj-short things from Target and they're a-dork-able..
and that was pretty much my day.
exciting, eh?
.
yeah that's what i thought too

time for bed,
peace.

Blue as the moon that sits in September,
Red as the love we had once shared...please remember.
Green as the jealousy that poured through your veins,
and Orange as the headlights that crashed in your name.

Black as your eyes in the wind 'cross the way,
Gold as the sun as it shown on your face.
White is your skin in the way it should be,
and Tan is it now and all that you see....

she paints a perfect picture,
with a haunting lullaby,
she hangs her head in solitude,
she hangs her head to cry

she paints the perfect picture,
her emotions all afloat,
clears her eyes,
wipes her tears,
and voices her sore throat

she paints her perfect picture,
her color box is full,
she sings a song,
about herself,
how once she was his tool

she starts another picture,
the other one complete,
he took a bite out of her life,
and now he starts to eat

her perfect little picture,
is not as perfect as it seems,
but yet she lifts her worship up,
and to the skies she only sings

her perfect little artwork,
isn't quite complete,
but she bows her head,
clasps her hands,
and speaks of her defeat

her perfect little picture,
is painted and re-done,
God has given her guidance,
and peace with everyone

((((sorry it's so long!))))

Sunday mornings usually bring back memories...me losing my shoes (again.) and not finding them until 5 seconds before we're leaving, Mary not wanting to get up..and then when she does she cries the whole time, my dad turning on church music and singing into his "microphone" *a pen* in the living room, and my mom rushing around with my sisters and i trying to get everybody ready while putting roast, potatoes, and carrots in the oven.
And then, about 15 minutes before we leave, my mom, (2) sisters, and dad stand by the piano and do a quick run-through of the songs we'll be singing a little later at church and then we pile into the Chrysler and off we go to church.
Now, though, things are different, those two sisters are getting married soon, my mom's a little different, my dad's not here, and my shoes i have finally found once again....it's just the past that's gone now.

okay, despite the Fourth of July being high in accidents, E.R occupants, and noise..my holiday was pretty good.
i got to eat great food, have lots of fun playing "ring around the rosy" multiple times with my 4 years and under nephews (the falling down part being their favorite), and just bask in the glow of being refreshed, relaxed, ((lazy)), and alive.
just knowing that God had let me live one more day....made me joyful beyond possible joy.
so,
thank GOD.
and you might try thanking him to for at least being alive right this very second to read this...[just a thought]

oh, and I got to talk to some old friends on Facebook and talking about a possible meeting soon...
so through this blog, remember your times, and be happy...=0]