tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47789508528840166552024-03-13T16:54:03.304-04:00Grace and PeaceGo where the peace is.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-51199647750354106132012-11-23T16:09:00.000-05:002012-11-23T16:13:43.569-05:00Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Yesterday was perfect. We had family lunch at my parents’ house and most of my mom’s extended family was able to come. Everyone was laughing and talking over each other and cracking jokes and my uncle kept singing show tunes at random times.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">We read the “<em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;">How to Cook a Turkey</em>” articles in the local paper where elementary school children write down how to cook a turkey. My favorite was the one that said you put pineapple and blueberries on it, then you put pepperoni and cheese on it, and then you put ice cream and bologna on it. It sounds absolutely disgusting, but the creativity was hilarious!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Levi was able to come to the family dinner, too. This was his first Thanksgiving back in the States (he was in Lebanon for two years for missions), and I was very thankful that he chose to spend the day with us. After the extended family left, we curled up in the chair together and took naps and watched movies (Elf and The Goonies). </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I’m planning on going to <em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;">his </em>family Thanksgiving tomorrow. I’m very exciting about it since it will be the first time I’ve met most of his family. It’ll be a fun day, I’m sure. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Today, I am doing some catch-up work, recovering from the overeating yesterday, and basically having a beautiful day. There is so much in my life to be thankful for right now, and I usually try to remember that. But it’s been difficult in the past couple weeks what with being so busy and stressed about my career and all the new work and uncertainty lately. But God is good.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">My dad was talking yesterday about how blessed our family is. We’ve been through a lot this year. My uncle was diagnosed with cancer and almost died from complications with the chemo, but he is now in remission and is doing very well. My brother-in-law’s sister was killed a few weeks ago, and the family is still grieving over that. My dad lost his job a few months back and hasn’t been able to find any work. I am basically unemployed, and my mom is having to work significant overtime each week to make everything run smoothly around the house.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">But we still have our family. And our house. And enough to eat. And we are constantly overwhelmed by the amount of grace and peace that God has been pouring out on us every day. And all the “Happy Things” lists in the world could never communicate how good my life is right now and how many blessings I experience every day. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I hope each and every one of you have an absolutely wonderful holiday season, and I hope that you too can experience some peace and blessings in the next few months. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Happy Thanksgiving.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-50564526419318493852012-11-08T23:48:00.002-05:002012-11-08T23:51:01.337-05:00Make Something Beautiful Lots of things have been happening recently. And lots of thoughts have been bopping around in my head. My brain has started to feel kinda cluttered up recently with everything that I'm trying to keep up there, and I haven't been taking time to keep all my thoughts organized. So this post is cathartic in a way so that I can clear my head a little and put things in their place.<br />
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1. I'm basically unemployed right now. I've applied for so many jobs, and I'm not even getting acknowledgments from most of the places I've sent resumes to. It's very discouraging, but I keep applying to whatever I can find that I qualify for and that I can even remotely see myself doing. I have been doing some contract work here and there, and I have a few projects lined up for the next couple months. But I miss a steady paycheck, and I miss stability.<br />
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2. I have a case of the travel bug really terribly right now. I went to California back in August (first time to the west coast), and I fell in love. And I want to go back so badly! I especially want to go back to San Francisco and be able to spend more than just a few hours there. The view from the Golden Gate Bridge at sunset simply took my breath away and left me speechless. I can't wait to stand there again. I also made a few new friends when I was in Cali, and I would love to be able to see them again and build a stronger, deeper friendship.<br />
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3. It's difficult being 27 and living back at home. It makes me feel like I've failed at life somewhere. It's very disconcerting and disappointing. Don't get me wrong; I dearly love my parents, and I love being able to spend so much time with them. But I'm also closing in on 30 and wanting to get my life and my career and hopefully a future family of my own happening soon. (And if my Pinterest boards are any indication, I'm also wanting my own place so I can decorate the crap out of it!!)<br />
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4. Because of being unemployed for almost 6 months now and because of those above-mentioned feelings of failure, I've been questioning a lot of my life choices recently. I wonder if I pursued the wrong degree, if I went to the wrong school, if I didn't push hard enough in school, etc. I regret some of the relationships in the past I've had with people and some of the friendships that I ruined because of my pride and my lack of empathy. I truly am sorry for that. A lot has happened in the last 10 months or so to make me take a very harsh look at myself, weigh my own character, and come up lacking. It's discouraging to see me making the same bad decisions that I made years ago and not breaking so easily from destructive cycles.<br />
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5. But, the good news is that I am seeing some small changes happening in my self in the past few months. It's too early for me to declare that I have learned my lessons and that I have changed, but there are some positive things happening. And I can only thank God for those. Because I'm a pretty nasty human being when we get down to it. My thoughts and my heart can be so hard and cold sometimes. But thank God for His grace and His mercy when I don't deserve it, and thank God for every good and perfect gift that He gives me despite my own filthiness.<br />
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6. Overall, despite the current disappointments, my life is good. Very good. And I have been doing lots of fun things and hanging out with some AMAZING people. Hopefully I will get some life motivation and direction soon. I'm ready to be passionate about life again and be excited to make things happen. And to make something beautiful. :)<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-26425752857110990162012-10-02T20:12:00.003-04:002012-10-02T20:12:45.083-04:00Dove-grey sunset<br />
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I sat on my front porch and watched the sunset this evening. Nothing explosive or overtly magnificent - just soft and quiet. The sky began its getting-ready-for-bed as a pretty, soft blue with high streaks of glowing white clouds and slowly muted to cotton-candy blues and pinks and then continued to fade to a gentle dove grey around the edges with a darker blue-grey at the highest part of the sky. All the birds and other animals started their busy scuttering about getting their houses in order for the night. Squirrels tossed acorns down from the treetops, birds flitted from branch to branch trying to find the most comfortable spot, and crickets and tree frogs tuned up their instruments getting ready for their soft night-music. </div>
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I sat there… on my top step… wanting to be quiet, just listening and watching, and I slowly felt that quiet sit down next to me and get comfortable. And I sat there - not wanting to miss a single color fade or a single birdsong. And after the light started to wane and the bats started to wing out and the first star started to delicately twinkle from above me, I took a slow, deep breathe and let the worry and troubles of the day fall off me. And the quiet replaced the left-over empty spaces with peace.</div>
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And I stood up and walked back inside the house - back to the bright lightbulbs and the noise of the tv, and the dirty dishes. And I carried that quiet and that peace right into the bright house and breathed in the calm that followed. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-52711020005667343872012-07-02T16:19:00.000-04:002012-07-02T16:19:07.348-04:00Stubborn DeterminationI've started jogging.<br />
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I've always thought about jogging and running and being able to go long distances without stopping, but it's never gotten past a thought. In my mind, there was no reason to run unless you were running AWAY from something - like... a bear, a crazy stalker, etc . Even though I've had numerous dreams in the past (and more numerous in the recent past) where I am running just to be running, I've never made myself get out there and "Just Do It." I think this is mostly because I "hate" running. But the more I started thinking about it, and the more I've been longing for some sort of challenge in my life, I've come to the realization that running might be the challenge I need. Since I "hate" it, and since I always stubbornly want to do what I am not naturally bent to, I think I'll be more likely to keep at this to prove a point to myself that I CAN do something and do it well, even if I dislike it.<br />
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My first week of running is now behind me. And I'll be honest, the first day... I believed I was going to pass out and die. Or at least throw up. Every muscle in my body hurt, and my insides felt like they were going to EXPLODE! I ended up having to sit down for a few minutes just to be able to make it back home. But, I did it! I ran/walked a mile in 16:56 minutes. You may look at that time and think it's an atrocious time, but I am <i>ridiculously </i>proud of it! That's almost 17 minutes being outside and being active and moving this body instead of sitting on the couch or at a desk or in my bed. It pushed me to keep going and push through the ache and pain. (Also, <span style="background-color: white;">I'd like to point out that I think my route is extra hard since it's basically a trail run on a dirt road with lots of hills, uneven ground, and gravel!) </span><br />
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Since that first run, I've been running 4 more times, and my best time has been 14:30 for a mile. IMPROVEMENT! I ran/jogged/walked this morning, and I didn't make it as far as I wanted and had some tension in one of my ankles that made it difficult to keep going, but I still did it.<br />
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I'd like to think that I can already see some improvement in my muscle tone in my legs and hips, but that's probably just wishful thinking. And I've already learned what to eat and NOT to eat before I run. (I made the mistake of eating a bowl of cereal about 30 minutes before my very first run. BAD idea! I stick with some water and half a banana or half a granola bar now.) I know that as I keep this up, not only will I start to see changes in how my body looks, I'll also be healthier, stronger, and more determined!<br />
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A friend of mine is wanting to start walking/jogging, too, so we're going to start working together soon. And I'm setting goals for myself as well to help me stay focused. This fall, I want to be able to run a 5k, and by the end of 2013, I want to be able to seriously consider running a half marathon!<br />
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All it takes is a little motivation to get out of bed in the morning and not talk myself out of it before I even get started. ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-71157716454438329982012-06-16T01:34:00.000-04:002012-06-16T01:35:09.257-04:005 Happy Things for Today<br />
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You know, I’m recognizing that I have a pretty great life. Nothing is ideal, and nothing is meeting my “expectations.” But you know what? Expectations are just that… expectations. You can’t live life based on expectations. You have to live life based upon the here and the now, muddling through all the messy, awful stuff to see the joy and beauty in the small things. Accepting whatever comes your way with grace and with peace. Learning to love others as Christ loves… not expecting anything in return and definitely not thinking about what “I” can get from it. </div>
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Think about it. We cannot change our circumstances. We cannot change our past mistakes. We cannot change the fact that pain and heartache ARE going to come into our lives. What we CAN control is how we respond to all the bad things and how we respond to people when they hurt us.</div>
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I, for one, am going to choose to open myself up and take it ALL in - the good, the excellent, the bad, the terrible, all of it. I accept it as a gift. And it is. Because it is part of life.</div>
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And life is a gift. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-2269926697393647392012-04-03T00:14:00.000-04:002012-04-03T00:14:44.403-04:00Making Me FeelRecently I have been struggling with the type of person that I have become. I do not acknowledge my emotions, and I insist on being logical and reasonable over being the dirty "e" word - <i>emotional</i>.<br />
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And it is starting to cause problems in my relationships and in the way I treat myself and approach problems.<br />
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And it's time to stop.<br />
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I am naturally a very emotional person. I feel things very strongly, and I am naturally a very passionate person. But something has changed in the past few years, and I continuously shove down my emotions and try to push away people who get "too close" to me.<br />
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It's incredibly unhealthy, and it's crippling me.<br />
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So I'm changing. I've been talking to a friend of mine who is very intuitive and is able to help me see myself clearly. So step 1 is well on it's way. I've also started trying to find inspiration online to help myself look at things more emotionally and learn to process emotions in a healthy way.<br />
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Here's some of the awesome quotes I've seen around:<br />
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"The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind." - Caroline Myss<br />
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"The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new." - Socrates<br />
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"The best way to find out if you can trust someone is to trust them." - Ernest Hemingway<br />
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"Fear does not stop death. It stops life." - Unknown<br />
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<ul><li><b>New job</b> (still looking, but I know something will come open)</li>
<li><b>Getting my own apartment again</b></li>
<li><b>Decorating said apartment</b></li>
<li><b>Traveling some</b></li>
</ul><div>I've also been thinking about some new hobbies that I would like to start:</div><div><ul><li><b>Photography </b>(need to get a camera other than a point and shoot)</li>
<li><b>Dancing </b>(I very much want to learn salsa!)</li>
<li><b>Cooking more</b>. (I know how to cook, but I rarely do it. And I have soooo many recipes pinned to my <a href="http://pinterest.com/charislogia/food-obsession/">Food Obsession board on Pinterest</a>!</li>
<li><b>Running </b>(I know. I know. I hate running. I really do. But I always dream that I am running, and I know I would get a rockin' and in-shape body if I would do it!)</li>
<li><b>Writing </b>(I need to get back into this. Either writing fiction, poetry, or research article. I don't care. I just need to write!)</li>
</ul><div>And those are just the things I can think of off the top of my head.</div></div><div><br />
</div><div>What about you? What are you looking forward to this summer? And what new things would you like to learn?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-22948785436362042892012-01-30T18:09:00.000-05:002012-01-30T18:09:07.923-05:00Winter BluesIt's been a strange few weeks. Stressful in some ways, completely unremarkable in others. Had to go to the doctor last week for a hormone imbalance, and the prescription I'm on now is "working," but I'm in a pretty bad mood because of it. I'm tired of feeling tired, so hopefully I'll get all this crap worked out soon. I'm tired of trying to be positive about everything.I really dislike winter. And I dislike having so little privacy and space of my own right now. <br />
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Started my job search this past week as well. This current job ends probably in May, so I'm trying to get something lined up before then. It's a little discouraging to see how the job market looks. I think I'm going to have to just get face time with potential employers and convince them that they need me, even if they don't have a position open at the time. ;) I need to get more energy and positivity before I can put myself in that mindset though. Whew!<br />
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I've been making little crafty things every now and then. But crafting is an expensive hobby! haha! Especially when I'm having to rebuild my craft supply stash. <br />
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This past year was really hard in so many ways, and I'm ready for some happiness. I know that you make your own happiness in many ways, but I don't quite know the secret right now. If you have any tips, let me know. <br />
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I know this is a random post, but it is what it is.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-28456036512821072182012-01-24T17:00:00.000-05:002012-01-24T17:00:27.864-05:00Look! I have a doppleganger!I’ve always tried to find someone that I look like and have never been able to find anyone that I thought was close enought to me. However, a friend of mine mentioned that I look like the British tv actress and singer, Martine McCutcheon.<br />
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Well, you be the judge.<br />
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This is me…<br />
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Close enough for me! I now have a doppleganger!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-57217639457652469232012-01-02T17:07:00.003-05:002012-04-02T23:38:50.618-04:00Happy New Year!New year, fresh start. <br />
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2011 brought lots of changes to my life. <br />
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I ended a 3.5 year relationship. I started a new relationship. I graduated law school, studied for the GA bar exam, started my new job, passed the bar exam, was sworn in to the court system, ended a relationship (on good terms! no worries!), began re-energizing my relationship with my Lord Jesus Christ, and re-learned that I love crafting. <br />
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It's been a busy year to say the least. <br />
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But I feel like I am making some extremely positive changes, and I feel more excited about life than I have been for a while. The sky is my limit! haha! <br />
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I've been thinking about what my New Year's resolutions are. And I've also been thinking about the concept of resolutions in general. Most people say they don't make resolutions because they always break them. Well, making a resolution means that you are resolving to do something. We resolve to do things all the time. So why is it so hard to make New Year's resolutions and actually keep them? Maybe we shoot too high. Maybe we don't take it seriously. Maybe we expect that we are going to fail, so we don't give it as much effort from the beginning as we should.<br />
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Now, if any of you know me at all, you know that I am a very stubborn person. Once I make up my mind that I want something or I am going to do a certain thing, I usually follow through. So, this year, I have made resolutions. Not any of those weak "do better, try harder" types of resolutions. I have resolved my stubborn will to accomplish these three things. (Just three! Not too difficult!)<br />
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<ol><li>Lose 20 lbs by July. I've slowly inched up the scale for the past few years. It's time to make a lifestyle change. I resolve to be healthy. </li>
<li>Stop putting off learning new things. I've been saying for years that I want to learn to sing, I want to learn to fluently speak a foreign language, or I want to take up piano playing again. My resolution is to stop saying these in future tense. When I want to learn to do something, I don't put it off. I start learning it THEN. </li>
<li>Live every day as if the only thing that matters is to be closer to God. I let school and relationships get in the way of that so many times in the past. God deserves more than a couple minutes a day from me. He deserves my all. So, I resolve to take every step as a step towards intimacy with God. If something is leading me away from time with Him, then I stop that activity. I've already been on my way to getting back to where I need to be with Him, and I can't wait to see where this journey takes me in the future. </li>
</ol>So. That's my plan for this year. I'm excited!<br />
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Did you make resolutions? What did you decide?<br />
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This song is amazing. I'm always in awe of what the human voice can do and the sounds we can make. The harmonies in this song give me chills, and the range that the female singer has is so beautiful. I think one of her highest notes in actually mixed into the harmony towards the end. <br />
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My favorite lyrics of this song:<br />
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I want to wear a crown of Glory<br />
When I get home to that good land.<br />
I want to shout Salvation's story<br />
In concert with the Blood-Washed Band.<br />
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I'm going there to meet my Saviour,<br />
To sing his praise forever more.<br />
I'm just a going over Jordan.<br />
I'm just a going over home.<br />
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<strong>Enjoy! :)</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-36675898184236828492011-10-24T16:35:00.000-04:002011-10-24T16:35:16.526-04:00Book Review: On Folly Beach by Karen White<strong>"Folly Beach, South Carolina, has survived despite hurricanes and war. But it's the personal battles of Folly Beach's residents that have left the most scars, and why a young widow has been beckoned there to heal her own...."</strong> (via <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/On-Folly-Beach/Karen-White/e/9780451229212">Barnes&Noble</a>)<br />
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On Folly Beach by <a href="http://karen-white.com/">Karen White</a> follows the story of two women: Emmy - a modern day woman who has just lost her husband in Iraq, and Maggie - a woman who survived WWII and the heartache that came with it. Their lives intersect when Emmy buys Maggie's bookstore, Folly's Finds at Folly Beach, SC, and moves from the midwest down to the Coastal South. She is haunted by her own memories and ghosts even as she discovers Maggie's ghosts as well. Emmy reveals Maggie's past through unsigned notes written in old books. Love, war, passion, heartbreak, betrayal, espionage, deception, and grief filter throughout the entire stories of both Maggie and Emmy. <br />
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History buffs will enjoy the story since it talks about German U-boat activity in the Atlantic during WWII and also about the Duquesne Spy Ring. The writer takes some liberty with history to make it more real for the story, but the basic facts stay the same. <br />
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This book touches on some of the hardest human emotions, and ultimately, it is about learning to let go, grieve, and then move on with your life. It is tragic at times and heartwarming at others. But overall, you leave the story feeling like you have glimpsed into the heart of human existence - love and loyalty between two human beings. <br />
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On Folly Beach is potentially the best novel I have read in a very long time. I would highly recommend it to any reader. It was incredibly well written and poignant. <br />
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I doubt that I will ever forget this story. <br />
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<li>go to a cornmaze</li>
<li>hike to a waterfall</li>
<li>visit the mountains</li>
<li>watch Hocus Pocus, The Village, Sleepy Hollow, and other not-so-scary scary movies</li>
<li>make pumpkin muffins</li>
<li>press colorful leaves</li>
<li>make a quilt</li>
<li>buy a pair of heeled oxfords</li>
<li>go to a fair</li>
<li>and other seasonally appropriate things. <3</li>
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Instead, I ended up making a strawberry boxed cake with canned frosting. Oh well. It’s the thought that counts, right?<br />
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Anyway, this is the finished product. It’s so magically beautiful.<br />
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I’ve heard that it looks like unicorn poop, confetti, an exploded birthday party, and “junk” (according to my sister Julie). But I love it. And if I had given myself more time to work on it, I would have even covered the sides with multi-colored sprinkles.<br />
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This is my cake. I regret nothing.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-62255495071342950642011-08-11T17:02:00.000-04:002011-08-11T17:02:49.598-04:00Lend Me Your Hand and We'll Conquer Them AllLiving back at home and in Georgia is harder than I was expecting it to be. I don't have any friends here anymore. They've either moved away or we've grown so different that we aren't friends anymore. I've never been one to make friends easily, especially when not given many opportunities to do so. <br />
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I see groups of people all out together at restaurants just talking and eating and having fun. And I'm jealous. I wish I knew what it is that makes me so different from them - why I can't be in a group like that. Anytime that I have had a group of friends to hang out with like that, I've had to force it to happen, it seems. I'm not naturally a social person, but I love being social. What I mean by that is that I'm not comfortable making the first move and being the one to start talking first. But I love being around people and watching them and listening to them. I feel like I have to make a tremendous effort to step out on my own and make new friends. <br />
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When I was at my first Law School, my now friend Mike made the first move. He started talking non-stop the first day of orientation. And because of him, our group was made. And it was a great group. I miss the friendship there. At my second Law School, I already had a friend there and sort of hung out with him and his friends first. Then I hung out with my roommates' friends. But there are very few people that I know that are "my" friends - "my" friends because I made the effort to keep the relationship going.<br />
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I don't know why it's so hard for me.<br />
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I remember that, in college, I was very introverted and quiet my first two years. And I got like I am now - depressed about the lack of friends and lack of social life. So my New Year's Resolution in my sophomore year was to "be outgoing." And I forced myself into that happy, social butterfly mold. I made many, many friends - a handful of which are still my friends today. Apparently I did such a great job playing the role of social butterfly that some people started to believe that I actually WAS a social butterfly. An acquaintance of mine saw me at some point during my first year of law school (when I had reverted back to introverted Anna) and was so confused and thought something was wrong with me because I was basically being myself. He had never seen me be myself.<br />
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So this is the problem. When I am myself - quiet and introverted - I have no social life and very few friends. When I am not myself - social butterfly, cheery, etc. - I have many friends but few who actually know me.<br />
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I really need to do some heavy thinking to decide what to do at this point.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-89069052156151459002011-08-08T00:13:00.002-04:002011-08-08T00:13:37.557-04:00Out and About!<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="image" class="inline_image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpjgorsOX41qazuh8.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Visited a shop today on Saint Simon’s Island, GA, called <em><strong>Tonya’s</strong>. </em>It’s a Southern girl’s dream!<br />
Everything from monogrammed canvas tote bags, to Lilly Pulitzer koozies, to preppy luggage, to brightly colored Initial cocktail napkins, beach towels, and insulated beverage tumblers. I got a bright blue insulated tumbler with white roses on it and a scrolled A for my first name. It’s adorable. Once I get a good picture of it, I’ll post it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Visit the shop if you’re ever on Saint Simon’s Island. It’s on Mallory Street in the Pier Village. <br />
Or you can just look online <strong><em><a href="http://tonyastreasures.com/index.php?main_page=products_all&disp_order=1">here</a></em></strong>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-53756205647808278642011-07-29T23:39:00.000-04:002011-07-29T23:39:26.074-04:00And we've only just begun to live...Well, I finished the bar exam Wednesday evening. I'll have to wait until the end of October to find out if I pass or not. So I'm just going to put it aside and try not to think about it. <br />
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I'm going to Jekyll Island, GA, for vacation tomorrow. Staying for a week. I've been looking forward to this all summer. I plan on doing little more than soaking up sun by the pool and listening to my favorite music. I'll be sure to blog the highlight with some pictures when we get back.<br />
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I've had a huge list of things to do and make that I've been adding to all summer. I finally get to start that list. I'll probably blog about some of those things, too. ;)<br />
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I'm ready for life! I'm staring it in the face, and it's a little scary but also very exhilarating at the same time. I can't wait to see what adventures I have and where my journeys take me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-91158656141350753372011-07-18T11:54:00.000-04:002011-07-18T11:54:13.695-04:00Skyscraper - Demi Lovato<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/r_8ydghbGSg/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_8ydghbGSg&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_8ydghbGSg&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />
Heard this for the first time today. Such a powerful song. And the video is amazing as well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-64383596873945958372011-07-13T10:12:00.002-04:002011-07-13T10:13:20.378-04:00Top 20 Reasons You Know You're Studying for the Bar(via <a href="http://legallynoted.wordpress.com/2010/07/17/you-know-you%e2%80%99re-studying-for-the-bar-when/">LegallyNoted</a>) <em>(*edited for language*)</em><br />
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1.You’re aging in dog years<br />
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2.You look at everything as a potential lawsuit: (1) The bums that repeatedly beg you for money on the corner are potential trespassers; (2) your friend’s drunk dialing to tell you “what a fun night you’re missing” is negligent infliction of emotional distress; (3) your neighbor’s loud music is an action for nuisance<br />
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3.You openly fantasize about blacking out the night of the bar exam<br />
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4.You have legal Turettes. If someone looks at you the wrong way, you automatically banter back with unintelligble legalease: Hearsay! Rule in Dumper’s Case.<br />
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5.You wonder if Miranda or Shelly would be hot if they were girls and not rules of law.<br />
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6.The most action you’ve gotten was doing problems on fertile octogenarian and loss of consortium<br />
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7.You’re cut off from the outside world. There’s an oil spill? Mel Gibson is crazy? Carrie Underwood is married?<br />
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8.Can’t wait to burn your barbri or kaplan books<br />
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9.You passed out at the library and woke up with highlighter on your face and a puddle of drool smearing the print of your MBE book.<br />
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10. You’ve contemplated writing letters to the national bar examiner’s citing this test as cruel and unusual punishment, detrimental to your well-being and personal life. <br />
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11. You spent Fourth of July Weekend going over contracts. Using your study break to accomplish some anti-social urge (e.g. plucking out grey hairs, squeezing zits, or creeping on ex’s Facebooks). Happy %&^$ Fourth of July!<br />
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12. You’ve had dreams about legal concepts including personal jurisdiction<br />
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13. People at Starbucks know your order by heart–and despite the $5 investment–it’s still not making a dent in your extreme exhaustion.<br />
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14. Everyone at the library smells like a combo of B.O., nicotine, and coffee.<br />
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15. You just wanted to take a quick nap, woke up 4 hours later not knowing *<em>WTH*</em> was going on, what day it was, what month it was, or even if you had slept right through the bar.<br />
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16. You resent your friends who were smart enough to get their MBA.<br />
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17. None of your family and friends understand how important the bar is. It is NOT “just a test”.<br />
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18. You wonder how someone as warped as Blagojevich could ever have passed the bar or wonder who he paid?<br />
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19. Your dog decides to dig your dark chocolate covered espresso beans from the bottom of your 100 lb book bag–causing you to spend the night in the emergency vet clinic while he gets his stomach pumped. You leave with a whopping $500 bill.*<br />
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20. Your significant other decides to have an overactive social life under the guise of “leaving you alone to study”. Yes, dancing on platforms while I keep getting 30%’s on MBE Set 5’s in the library on a Saturday night sounds like a fair trade-off.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-68039531621225436912011-07-07T11:21:00.000-04:002011-07-07T11:21:28.408-04:00A Fine Frenzy - Blow Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/x7N5L1yCFUc?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778950852884016655.post-52603916048541028052011-07-05T13:09:00.001-04:002011-07-05T13:09:14.964-04:0021 more daysUntil the Bar exam. SOOOO ready for this to be over. Mostly because my "Creative To-Do List" is about a mile long right now. haha!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1