"It is the soldier, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag."
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
"smile through the sadness that screams from your spirit.."
"We live in a world that tells us how we should act, think, love; and, driven by an overwhelming need to be accepted, we all too often lose that which is most precious to each of us... our souls. We follow others' leads, we conform, we do the "right thing" and smile through the sadness that screams from our spirit, as we try to please those around us. Like Cinderella's evil stepsisters, we try to turn that special shoe that was made just for us, into one size fits all. And while many of us manage to squeeze our foot into someone else's shoe, the pain eventually causes us to limp through life, never taking the opportunity to realize how special each of us is. God intended for each of us to be individuals, to follow our own paths, to run joyfully through life, experiencing the wonder of the world while wearing our own shoes... or better yet, without any shoes at all." - The Brat Chronicles
Top 10 Reasons You know you're a Military Brat:
1.Are amazed at people who have never left their hometown.
2.Are able to imitate others speech patterns easily
3.Are asked is it hard always moving around when you don't know anything else.
4.Answer the question "where are you from" with "I'm kinda from all over the place"
5.Can identify ranks and duty station by the stickers on the car's bumper.
6.Actually like the clothes at the PX and don't mind that 100 other people are wearing the same thing.
7.Are asked "where did you learn to speak English so well"
8.At 22 you are trying to find someone in the military to marry so you can get a new ID card.
.9.Are amazed at people who have lived somewhere more than three years.
10.Are brought to tears by military music.
Top 10 Reasons You know you're a Military Brat:
1.Are amazed at people who have never left their hometown.
2.Are able to imitate others speech patterns easily
3.Are asked is it hard always moving around when you don't know anything else.
4.Answer the question "where are you from" with "I'm kinda from all over the place"
5.Can identify ranks and duty station by the stickers on the car's bumper.
6.Actually like the clothes at the PX and don't mind that 100 other people are wearing the same thing.
7.Are asked "where did you learn to speak English so well"
8.At 22 you are trying to find someone in the military to marry so you can get a new ID card.
.9.Are amazed at people who have lived somewhere more than three years.
10.Are brought to tears by military music.
We were not blown about by the wind. We simply made our own.
What Is A Military Brat?
A Military Brat is someone, who, as a child through young adulthood, grows up in a family where one or both parents are "career" military. This unique life is typically marked with moving from base to base (or post to post), and often leads to life experiences in many places in the U.S. and often exposure to different cultures in different countries around the world.
Some Military Brats think that once they give up their I.D. card and after they are grown up and away from the life they knew, they are no longer a Military Brat.
The reality is that growing up on bases and being subject to the many rules and the culture of the military is actually life changing. Most Military Brats' values and first experiences of other cultures formed during our early years through young adulthood, and will remain with them for the rest of their lives.
Military Brats also identify strongly with the the branches of our U.S. military forces: Air Force, Army, Marines, Coast Guard, and Navy. While each branch of service is different, the experiences of Military Brats of being part of something larger than the sum of it's parts is the same.
Many Military Brats live on Military bases, and find there are many around them who are very much like them growing up. It is only after living off base or after a Military Brat "joins" the civilian world that they realize how different they are.
There can be no doubt that the discipline and patriotic values instilled upon us as children wlll last a lifetime.
About one in five Military Brats, growing up in a military family leads to service in the U.S. military, and it is estimated there are between 9 and 12 million U.S. Military Brats today.
A Military Brat is someone, who, as a child through young adulthood, grows up in a family where one or both parents are "career" military. This unique life is typically marked with moving from base to base (or post to post), and often leads to life experiences in many places in the U.S. and often exposure to different cultures in different countries around the world.
Some Military Brats think that once they give up their I.D. card and after they are grown up and away from the life they knew, they are no longer a Military Brat.
The reality is that growing up on bases and being subject to the many rules and the culture of the military is actually life changing. Most Military Brats' values and first experiences of other cultures formed during our early years through young adulthood, and will remain with them for the rest of their lives.
Military Brats also identify strongly with the the branches of our U.S. military forces: Air Force, Army, Marines, Coast Guard, and Navy. While each branch of service is different, the experiences of Military Brats of being part of something larger than the sum of it's parts is the same.
Many Military Brats live on Military bases, and find there are many around them who are very much like them growing up. It is only after living off base or after a Military Brat "joins" the civilian world that they realize how different they are.
There can be no doubt that the discipline and patriotic values instilled upon us as children wlll last a lifetime.
About one in five Military Brats, growing up in a military family leads to service in the U.S. military, and it is estimated there are between 9 and 12 million U.S. Military Brats today.
I Am a Military Brat♥
I am an Army Brat. My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere, and if I haven't been someplace yesterday, I am sure to go there tomorrow. I grew up with bugle calls and artillery salutes and the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family--with no dependence on the dwelling.
Mobility is my way of life. I have found security and happiness in motels and guest houses, in duplexes and apartments around the world. Some would wonder about my roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak's. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.
Like all Army dependents, I can say "Hello," "Good-bye," and count to 20 in five languages. I can tell of the shores of Maine, the marketplaces of Mexico, the Buddhas of Japan; and my knickknack shelves look like those of an import shop, for my memories span the globe.
Travel has taught me to be open. By age nine I had seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime; I had touched many and allowed their cultures to touch me. Shaking hands with the universe, I found a brotherhood in all men.
Just as there is joy in meeting, so is there pain in parting; and although practice makes perfect, there is no way to perfect "Good-bye." Farewells are never easy. Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and an ability to face tomorrow with anticipation. And if when I leave one place I feel that half my world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is still waiting to be met.
As an Army Brat, I go out to others extending hand and heart. Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many, and the help that I offer today will be returned farther down the road. Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope that they will meet again.
I feel fortunate to live in a society of tradition drawing from the past to enhance the present - where silver baby cups announce life, horse-drawn caissons pronounce death and the living in between is dedicated to the service of God, man and our nation.
Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review. As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand to honor all soldiers, most especially to the man whose life created mine -- my father. Because of him I have shared in the rich heritage of Army life.
Now, as Army wife and mother, I have passed on that legacy to my children. I wish for them a wealth of experiences and knowledge and love, so that their lives will be blessed as mine, and I pray that one day they will join me in boasting, "I am an Army Brat!"
"I am a Military Brat" on parchment now available in the Brat Store!
©1975, 2009 Deborah W. Giusti, all rights reserved. Used by permission.
Mobility is my way of life. I have found security and happiness in motels and guest houses, in duplexes and apartments around the world. Some would wonder about my roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak's. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.
Like all Army dependents, I can say "Hello," "Good-bye," and count to 20 in five languages. I can tell of the shores of Maine, the marketplaces of Mexico, the Buddhas of Japan; and my knickknack shelves look like those of an import shop, for my memories span the globe.
Travel has taught me to be open. By age nine I had seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime; I had touched many and allowed their cultures to touch me. Shaking hands with the universe, I found a brotherhood in all men.
Just as there is joy in meeting, so is there pain in parting; and although practice makes perfect, there is no way to perfect "Good-bye." Farewells are never easy. Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and an ability to face tomorrow with anticipation. And if when I leave one place I feel that half my world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is still waiting to be met.
As an Army Brat, I go out to others extending hand and heart. Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many, and the help that I offer today will be returned farther down the road. Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope that they will meet again.
I feel fortunate to live in a society of tradition drawing from the past to enhance the present - where silver baby cups announce life, horse-drawn caissons pronounce death and the living in between is dedicated to the service of God, man and our nation.
Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review. As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand to honor all soldiers, most especially to the man whose life created mine -- my father. Because of him I have shared in the rich heritage of Army life.
Now, as Army wife and mother, I have passed on that legacy to my children. I wish for them a wealth of experiences and knowledge and love, so that their lives will be blessed as mine, and I pray that one day they will join me in boasting, "I am an Army Brat!"
"I am a Military Brat" on parchment now available in the Brat Store!
©1975, 2009 Deborah W. Giusti, all rights reserved. Used by permission.
Monday, November 15, 2010
♪Deserted♫
You rock my boat up-side down
You swirl it all around
You send it across the seas.
You broke my heart
Torn my veil down.
You shattered my rocks
Your the reason why I crashed and now I'm deserted.
The wood from my deck is broke & worn.
I guess I never knew how much I relied on you.
Its true.
You broke my heart
Torn my veil down.
You shattered my rocks
Your the reason why I crashed and now I'm deserted.
You may not care
You broke away with no tears.
I loved you and I guess you didnt.
No love should have pain.
You broke my heart
torn my veil down.
you shattered my rocks
and your the reason why,
I was found and not deserted.
♥
You swirl it all around
You send it across the seas.
You broke my heart
Torn my veil down.
You shattered my rocks
Your the reason why I crashed and now I'm deserted.
The wood from my deck is broke & worn.
I guess I never knew how much I relied on you.
Its true.
You broke my heart
Torn my veil down.
You shattered my rocks
Your the reason why I crashed and now I'm deserted.
You may not care
You broke away with no tears.
I loved you and I guess you didnt.
No love should have pain.
You broke my heart
torn my veil down.
you shattered my rocks
and your the reason why,
I was found and not deserted.
♥
Hidden
Age is merely an number
Quanity is just a size.
A lie that draws a smile
The truth that draws a tear
Everyone has something to hide here.
Yours eyes tell a tale of an act of betrayal
Hurt inside
;but smileing oh so bright.
Hurt by all the lies
Your light no longer shines.
Hold your head high,
Break from the knife.
It rains crimson
;and the sun shines snow.
In this sea of people i feel all alone.
Music is peacefull
Flowers are dead.
In my world,
Sorrow is often un-told.
Sleep is a pill
Scars are rapidly shown.
No one knows what you dont show.
She is hidden by fear.
Hidden by hate.
Hidden by those who love to;
make her cry, fight, and even scream.
All she wanted was to be....Hidden.
Quanity is just a size.
A lie that draws a smile
The truth that draws a tear
Everyone has something to hide here.
Yours eyes tell a tale of an act of betrayal
Hurt inside
;but smileing oh so bright.
Hurt by all the lies
Your light no longer shines.
Hold your head high,
Break from the knife.
It rains crimson
;and the sun shines snow.
In this sea of people i feel all alone.
Music is peacefull
Flowers are dead.
In my world,
Sorrow is often un-told.
Sleep is a pill
Scars are rapidly shown.
No one knows what you dont show.
She is hidden by fear.
Hidden by hate.
Hidden by those who love to;
make her cry, fight, and even scream.
All she wanted was to be....Hidden.
Beauty: starving or shining?
Marilyn Monroe was a model during the 30s and 50s.
Twiggy was a model during the 60s.
Today's models.
Plus size models.
Can you tell whose shining and whose starving?
Marilyn Monroe was full of beauty, passion, and poise.
Twiggy, compare the shots of Monroe and Twiggy. Twiggy is pretty dont get me wrong, but compared to Marilyn Monroe she looks sick. Same with Todays models.
The average size for American ladies is a size 14. Monroe was a size 12.
Todays average model size is 00,0,or 1.
We need a reality check. Each person is built different. Some are born with wide hips and some are born with no hips, its what God gives us that matters.
In the 30s-60s the perfect measure ment was 36-34-36 (hour glass figures). Know you see todays models and you see no boobs, no hips, no curves, just stick.
1 Samuel 16:7 - "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."
Proverbs 31.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I'm Still Here☼ - Langston Hughes.
Still Here
I’ve been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between ‘em they done
Tried to make me
Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’--
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
You know you're from South Louisiana if...
You know you're from South Louisiana if...
You can properly pronounce Lafayette, Bossier, Natchitoches, Opelousas, Shongaloo, Pontchartrain, Ouachita, and you know that New Orleans doesn't have a long "e" sound anywhere in it
You think people who complain about the heat in their states are sissies.
A tornado-warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to door but by the availability of shade.
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You measure distance in minutes.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, beer, and bait all in the same store
A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol. A Chevy Silverado Extended Bed Crew Cab Truck is
You know everything goes better with Tony's or Tabasco.
You actually get these jokes
You are 100% Louisianan if you have ever had this conversation:
"You wanna coke?"
"Yeah."
"What kind?"
"Dr Pepper."
you have ever had to switch from heat to AC in the same day.
you use "fix" as a verb. Example: "I am fixing to go to the store."
All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, insect, or mammal.
You know only four spices: salt, pepper, Tabasco, and Tony's
The local newspaper covers national and international news on one page, but requires six pages for local gossip and sports.
You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.
You know whether another Louisianian is from New Orleans, North Louisiana, or South Louisiana as soon as they open their mouth.
You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good gumbo weather.
Fried catfish is the other white meat
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.
You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.
Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
you know what is meant by 'K&B purple
You know what it means for food to come 'dressed'...
you 'ax' for things...
when you ask people where they went to school, they answer with their high school
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfishboils
Drive-thru daquiris -- it's not drinking and driving until you put the straw in.
You stand on the neutral ground at parades and have no idea what a 'median' is.
You can properly pronounce Lafayette, Bossier, Natchitoches, Opelousas, Shongaloo, Pontchartrain, Ouachita, and you know that New Orleans doesn't have a long "e" sound anywhere in it
You think people who complain about the heat in their states are sissies.
A tornado-warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to door but by the availability of shade.
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You measure distance in minutes.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, beer, and bait all in the same store
A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol. A Chevy Silverado Extended Bed Crew Cab Truck is
You know everything goes better with Tony's or Tabasco.
You actually get these jokes
You are 100% Louisianan if you have ever had this conversation:
"You wanna coke?"
"Yeah."
"What kind?"
"Dr Pepper."
you have ever had to switch from heat to AC in the same day.
you use "fix" as a verb. Example: "I am fixing to go to the store."
All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, insect, or mammal.
You know only four spices: salt, pepper, Tabasco, and Tony's
The local newspaper covers national and international news on one page, but requires six pages for local gossip and sports.
You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.
You know whether another Louisianian is from New Orleans, North Louisiana, or South Louisiana as soon as they open their mouth.
You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good gumbo weather.
Fried catfish is the other white meat
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.
You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.
Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
you know what is meant by 'K&B purple
You know what it means for food to come 'dressed'...
you 'ax' for things...
when you ask people where they went to school, they answer with their high school
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfishboils
Drive-thru daquiris -- it's not drinking and driving until you put the straw in.
You stand on the neutral ground at parades and have no idea what a 'median' is.
The "umm.. well..." you get when you ask a military brat where they're from.
What do Shaquille O'Neal, Jim Morrison, Christina Aguilera and at least three of your friends have in common?
They're all military brats.
How do you tell the difference between a brat and a civilian? Ask them one simple question, "Where are you from?"
The nonbrats typically will give you a straightforward answer, "I'm from Goose Creek." The standard brat reply: "Do you mean where was I born or where am I from most recently?"
* You're always the new kid at your school, with the funny accent that sounds a little like Alabama, maybe mixed with some California surfer style.
* When you spot another brat, you spend the first couple of days comparing notes, "Were you guys at Fort Benning? How about Fort Hood?" You left behind 19 best friends and counting.
* You told your date that your curfew was 2200 hours. You realized it wasn't going anywhere when he started counting on his fingers.
* What's worse than a 24-hour military clock is the acronym-speak. I got a new MOS (military occupational specialty) that's TDY (temporary duty), just hoping there's no need for an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) unit.
* It's not America or the U.S. or the United States of America. It's "The States," the place you really hope to see again if your dad gets stationed overseas.
* You learn to live out of boxes because when the military moves you, you'll get to your new destination well before any of your belongings. At least one item will be broken beyond repair. Smashing. (You picked that up in Britain).
* The PX (post exchange) or BX (base exchange) isn't the same thing as Target. Not even close.
* A word to the wise: Any kind of application that asks for everywhere you've lived or all the schools you've attended will require an extra page. Write small.
Our brat leaves us with some closing thoughts: "You don't have a hometown and there's no one place you grew up, but you've made friends with kids of every race and religion and learned firsthand about different cultures. You share a kinship with military brats everywhere."
They're all military brats.
How do you tell the difference between a brat and a civilian? Ask them one simple question, "Where are you from?"
The nonbrats typically will give you a straightforward answer, "I'm from Goose Creek." The standard brat reply: "Do you mean where was I born or where am I from most recently?"
* You're always the new kid at your school, with the funny accent that sounds a little like Alabama, maybe mixed with some California surfer style.
* When you spot another brat, you spend the first couple of days comparing notes, "Were you guys at Fort Benning? How about Fort Hood?" You left behind 19 best friends and counting.
* You told your date that your curfew was 2200 hours. You realized it wasn't going anywhere when he started counting on his fingers.
* What's worse than a 24-hour military clock is the acronym-speak. I got a new MOS (military occupational specialty) that's TDY (temporary duty), just hoping there's no need for an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) unit.
* It's not America or the U.S. or the United States of America. It's "The States," the place you really hope to see again if your dad gets stationed overseas.
* You learn to live out of boxes because when the military moves you, you'll get to your new destination well before any of your belongings. At least one item will be broken beyond repair. Smashing. (You picked that up in Britain).
* The PX (post exchange) or BX (base exchange) isn't the same thing as Target. Not even close.
* A word to the wise: Any kind of application that asks for everywhere you've lived or all the schools you've attended will require an extra page. Write small.
Our brat leaves us with some closing thoughts: "You don't have a hometown and there's no one place you grew up, but you've made friends with kids of every race and religion and learned firsthand about different cultures. You share a kinship with military brats everywhere."
I am a Military Brat
I am a Military Brat
My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere.I grew up with the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family...
Mobility is my way of life.Some would wonder about roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offer sand hopefully, giving enrichment in return.
Travel has taught me to be open.Shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.Farewells are never easy.Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and ability to face tomorrow with anticipation...if when we leave one place,I feel that half my world is left behind. I also know thatthe other half is waiting to be met.
Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades.I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many.Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hopethat they will meet again.
Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review.When I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand in honor of all soldiers, and most especially, to the parents whose life created mine Because of this, I have shared in the rich heritage of Military life.
-Author Unknown
My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere.I grew up with the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family...
Mobility is my way of life.Some would wonder about roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offer sand hopefully, giving enrichment in return.
Travel has taught me to be open.Shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.Farewells are never easy.Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and ability to face tomorrow with anticipation...if when we leave one place,I feel that half my world is left behind. I also know thatthe other half is waiting to be met.
Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades.I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many.Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hopethat they will meet again.
Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review.When I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand in honor of all soldiers, and most especially, to the parents whose life created mine Because of this, I have shared in the rich heritage of Military life.
-Author Unknown
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Real Talk #1
Wow, so God really sent it to me! I've been praying for a Bible verse to guide me and here they are:
- 1 Peter 2:12
"Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us." NIV
-Proverbs 27:17
"Iron sharpens Iron, Like one person sharpens another."
- Matthew 6:8
"Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him."
I really feel God has set these verses on my heart for a reason, and I'm excited to Discover why (:
- 1 Peter 2:12
"Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us." NIV
-Proverbs 27:17
"Iron sharpens Iron, Like one person sharpens another."
- Matthew 6:8
"Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him."
I really feel God has set these verses on my heart for a reason, and I'm excited to Discover why (:
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Moving...or Traveling?
"I miss that town I miss their faces You can't erase You can't replace it I miss it now I can't believe it So hard to stay Too hard to leave it"
Moving around has been hard, but I wouldn't change that for a million dollars!
I don't see moving as a chore, or punishment but as a experience. I lived from coast to coast and over the pond. I have seen, heard, and learn things the average American teen cannot say they have. I am a girl with dreams that are probably bigger then your average small town girl. I am not from anywhere, but just about everywhere. I have seen the tower leaning and the blues of the sea. I have seen the migration and felt the sand. I've soaked up the sun and ate the oranges. I felt the dirt and seen the deer. I have felt the boredom and froze from the cold. Most of all I have lived.
Each move has had its difficulties. Each move have had its differences. I've heard the many languages. I have heard the whistle of the wind from east to west. I have with my own ears heard the cry of friends when I moved. I have heard the hustle and bustle of markets, and the squirrels in the trees. I have heard the words of each new place. I have heard the word of God from to many mouths to count. I hear so many goodbyes and hellos. I hear "I love you" then "Who are you?" I've heard a lot in my past 16 years..
Every move I've made it has opened up my eyes to a new culture, new place, new people, and most of all a new me. I learned the way of many, but never really learned their place. I've learned languages, and grammar; Italian with a twang. I learned the meaning of a real goodbye when I was two and had it ingrained ever since. I learned that family isn't just blood, but the people who support, love, and care for you. I learned that you have two families when your a military brat, the family that your born into and the Family that even after five moves....are there for you. I learned a lot from everyplace I lived, but the one thing I learned is that that the people you still talk to since you were two are the only people who will be there in the end...
I love to travel and as you can see it is a necessities for my life. I've lived in Florida, Cali, Bama, Italy, and Ohio. I am glad I moved everywhere I did. I've learned so much that makes me who I am today. I hope to join the military like my dad did so I can travel the world with my kids like my parents. I have been to 17 states and four countries. I cant wait for my next move to see where it takes me in life (:
Friday, September 3, 2010
Beautiful Disaster♥
She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sound that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and compliments.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she's seen make her cry.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,
And she just needs someone to take her home.
She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfections.
She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen, but tired
She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.
'Cause she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's OK.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,
And she would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home
And she just needs someone to take her home.
Hates the sound that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and compliments.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she's seen make her cry.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,
And she just needs someone to take her home.
She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfections.
She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen, but tired
She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.
'Cause she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's OK.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,
And she would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home
And she just needs someone to take her home.
The beginging of Something New!
Why hello readers! (:
I've always wanted to make a blog so here it is!
I will be posting stuff about my life, Past, and just random thought.
Hope you enjoy it!
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