Saturday, December 27, 2008

Ages 8 and up

I have little cousins. And I love them. No, really, I do. They are so excited to see us and talk and play.

But they run constantly. They yell constantly. They get mad at you easily... and you know that as "the older one" you need to be the example and not get mad back, or not respond at all. And you definitely definitely should NOT call them Mr. Dumb Butt, or Sir Soggy Pants, or a Whaaaaaaa-bulance ('ambulance'...get it?). And you can't say dang it, or shut up, or stupid, or crap.... and don't jokingly say hell or damn. After all, there are little ears running around.
So, we sat down to play the boardgame Sorry with them. And the tagline "The game of sweet revenge" takes on a whole new meaning.

anonymous, yet mature cousin -"Oh Isaac! Looks like I HAVE to send you home. Again"
little cousin - "No! You've sent me home too much!"
A.Y.M.C. - "You've got the best position. Sorry Isaac."
little cousin - "It's been 'sorry Isaac' for the past six times."
A.Y.M.C. - I love this game.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The weather outside IS frightful

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring...

because of the funnel cloud.
Thank goodness for Rudolph, with his nose so bright.

P.S. I accidentally typed Rudolf, which reminded me of Adolf, which reminded me of my Christmas cookies. Because one of them has a little mustache and a swastika. Mom was horrified. I said, "Mom, I'm going to enjoy eating this little man." Don't even get me started on concentration camps.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Merry Chrismas Eve's Eve

Our Christmas feast with my Dad's parents consists of shrimp. Just boiled shrimp, coleslaw (dibs to Dad this year... it was really good), hushpuppies, and fries. Strange Christmas meal, I know. But we don't eat shrimp very often. Actually, unless you order it at a restaurant, we don't get it any other time of the year. Translation: we sit down and INHALE it. I believe we consumed 15 pounds this year. So, if you want to invite us for dinner, I would suggest serving something common. That way, we won't act like we're starving and scare you.

What cracks me up is that it always turns into this unspoken competition. We peel, eat, repeat... all the while eyeing everyone else's growing piles of discarded crustacean shells. Speed is not key here. But please don't stop eating. If you do, you'll realize you're getting full and than you're out. And nobody likes being out. Over the years, without anyone ever saying a word, teams have formed. We're pretty evenly matched. One boy and one girl. Things got a little switched up this year because of Jeff. But it's cool. If that's all the disruption he causes, I guess we can handle that.

Team We-Need-A-Bigger-Bowl

Team I-Need-to-Stop

Team Stop-Eating-Side-Dishes

Team Bottomless Pits

I'm not really sure who won this year. We never really declare a winner...because we cheat. Sometimes we stuff hushpuppies in our stack to make them look higher or we steal small handfuls from other plates. Nobody cheated this year, though. Full credit goes to each person's stinky leftovers.

Then we opened our pajamas. We always get pajamas from Memaw. And money. Mine this year were... well... very vibrant. Pepaw (who never sees what he helped pay for until we open it) looked at them and said, "Amy, obviously we were afraid you would get lost." Yeah... wow.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I always look in wardrobes

We watched Prince Caspian last night. The storyline was so changed by Disney that I have a hard time liking it (but Emily! we still enjoyed it and thank you for the Christmas present... so I am not disgruntled with your gift!). Reepicheep and Aslan are its only redeeming factors. I know I know, I'm talking about Chronicles of Narnia, AGAIN. I love them though. My Dad read them to the whole family so many times when I was little, I almost know them by heart. And watching it last night, I was struck again, by the powerful picture C.S. Lewis painted of Jesus through the untame Lion. Lucy always shames me in her utter adoration of him. I would like to think that I too would always love him, that I would shout with laughter while snuggling into his warmth, and trust him throughout it all. But I know I wouldn't. I would be Edmund, the traitor, Peter, the all-knowing, or Susan, the whiner. I mean, I teared up during the movie, just like I do in the book, when Peter and Susan find that they aren't coming back. The thought of never seeing Aslan again hurts me. Hello? Do I cry at the thought of being apart from Christ? Am I so caught up in the fantasy of Narnia, that I can't see my own shallow soil, my own treachery, arrogance and contentiousness? Something I have come to realize lately is this: God loves us. Groundbreaking isn't it? Hold on, I'm not finished. He desires us... but, He isn't throwing Himself at our feet. He wants us to pursue Him, to work at this relationship. Just like any relationship here on earth. I don't expect my friends to just love me, regardless of how I treat them (granted, most of you do a wonderful job, considering I don't return phone calls for 4-5 days). I have to give them me. Even more so for my family... although they get to experience the ugly sides of Amy more than my friends do. And still they love me. They forgive me, seventy times seventy times. I cannot take them for granted! I will work to make it work. I can't, no, I WON'T just assume they will always love because I am their sister/daughter/ friend. I want them to WANT to love me. I want them to get pleasure out of knowing me.... and so, I love them as best as I know how. And it's hard work, folks. Because I'm a wretched sinner and they are stinky rags and I don't always want to love them. But I have to.
The same with God, barring, of course, the whole "sin" thing on HIS part. Him loving us isn't the issue. He loves us. End of story. And He desperately desires that we love Him in return. But He isn't going to let it be easy. Because if it was easy, I would take it for granted. The harder I have to work at discovering Him and who He truly is, the more passionate I will become and the closer I will cling. So.... it's back to square one, as I dust off my clothes and try, once again, to change my path back towards the One who even allowed me to stand back up in the first place.

P.S. Disney... The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is next. Try to curb the "story changing" department as much as you possibly can. Because if you mess up the dragon, the blackness, Deathwater Island, the Duffers, or worst of all, Eustace Clarence Scrubb who hadn't any friends, this girl will not be happy.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Here It Comes

The sun is out!! It's been all week! Foggy, dark, cloudy, gray, drizzling... and worst of the worst: warm. That's what it has been like for FOREVER. It's so hard to be cheerful when it looks like that outside. Lately, it's been hard to be cheerful anyway, but the weather definitely definitely not helping. But now... the sun is laughing through my window and my body's Vitamin D machinery is chugging. And bonus: It turned cold. Finally! I was wearing a t-shirt last night. It was probably 70 degrees. It's hard to watch White Christmas in shorts and a t-shirt. If I don't watch myself, the bitterness can be consuming. Like when Danny Kaye steps to the window of the train and is like, "Hey! I think we took the wrong train! Yeah! It's all green out here!" I'm always like "Welcome to my LIFE, man! Geez. Go dance on a boat or something and shut up." Grrr.

But... no more. It's below 40 and the sun is shining and the tank is clean. And I'm going to grow myself a giant afro. See? How can you not smile?

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

"And that's all you have to know, really."

You should watch this. I watched it the other night and it's hilarious. Probably one of the best presentations of the Christmas play by Hollywood that I've ever seen. Of course, when Hollywood was black and white it was a little different.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Oh yeah.

I love this song. I don't care if it's cliche to like it.

Please hold up your left hand

You know you're getting old when you notice two things about a strange guy:

1) Why yes, you are quite handsome.
2) Dang. Wedding ring.

I use to NEVER notice wedding bands. My friends would ask me, "Well... did he have on a ring?!" And I was always, "Heck if I know." But now, I notice. Immediately. This disturbs me.

Oh well. This guy was so pitiful... I couldn't help but smile. I was shopping with Mom and as I walked by, he goes, "Excuse me. Could you help me?" He held up three purses. One was a dark shiny chocolate, another was a soft sandy tan, and the third was a kind of copper/sienna blend. The third one was weird. He looked at me and goes, "She said she wanted a brown purse." Poor guy. He'd never thought there would be more than one option.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Once upon a time, there was a girl. And she did have good characterisitcs. She was beautiful, compassionate, modest, talented, intelligent... and very very humble. But sometimes, she would do incredibly stupid things. For example: Drink coffee after 7:30 PM. Her father asked her if she wanted any. She wasn't in the least bit tired, so she knew she didn't need a caffeine rush. And she knew she had to get up early to go to school, so she knew she didn't want to lie in bed and count the ceiling dots. And she knew she shouldn't... but like I said before, she could be really really dumb sometimes. And sooo.... she drank it. It was delicious. The dark mug warmed her chilly hands, and the steam made her face flush. Her throat burned, in a nice, late night fire kind of way. And she studied and enjoyed the sensations.

And then, because she wasn't moving around at all, but was only curled up with an ATI book... her heartbeat kicked it up a notch. Her blood raced, almost audibly through her veins, and she's pretty dang sure her pupils dilated. But she got way more studying done than she thought she would. But now, it's nearly midnight and wide awake doesn't even come close to explaining the alertness of her brain.