Books

I love books. They are amazing. But I can get truly obsessed with books. I forget everything else. Its not good. I read for hours on end. I finish one of the big Harry Potter books in one day. Thats the real problem. I get so obsessed with a book I forget everything else. Even God. The Harry Potter books are my biggest problem. I haven't read them since last year. I really want to read them again, but I know I shouldn't. I am trying so hard to not read those books. The question is, is it becoming obsessive to not want to read them? I really want to read them but I know I shouldn't . . .

I know, I have pathetic trials, but they're trials . . .

New Favorite Song

Oh yeah
Yeah oh yeah

The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes
Now I look at my front porch and this panoramic view
I can sit and watch the fields fill up
With rays of glowing sun
Or watch the moon lay on the fences
Like that's where it was hung
My blessings are in front of me
It's not about the land
I'll never beat the view
From my front porch looking in

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
And the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in, yeah

I've traveled here and everywhere
Following my job
I've seen the paintings from the air
Brushed by the hand of God
The mountains and the canyons reach from sea to shining sea
But I can't wait to get back home
To the one he made for me
It's anywhere I'll ever go and everywhere I've been
Nothing takes my breath away
Like my front porch looking in

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in

I see what beautiful is about
When I'm looking in 
Not when I'm looking out

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most

Oh, the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in
Yeah
Oh, there's a carrot top who can barely walk
(From my front porch looking in)
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong, yeah
And the most beautiful girl
(Beautiful girl
From my front porch looking in)
Holding both of them
Oh, yeah

-Lonestar

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

Its not about landing safely on the ground after the jump, its about flying far when you jump.

Life's a tidal wave, just live with it!

Yep, life is like  a huge tidal wave constantly washing over my protective railing pushing me out to sea. The platform I stand on is my comfort zone, the ocean around me is everything else. On really warm days I want to jump into the ocean, but the waves won't take me. When it is stormy and grey the waves get bigger and take me away no matter what. Its like a rollercoaster ride. So scary looking at but then so breathtaking when the wind is rushing as it takes you around and around. 

So here I am sitting in the den supposed to be doing school, listening to mom listen to a conservative go on and on about how terrible Obama is. Sometimes I want to yell to the world, "Who cares!!!! Just breathe in, breathe out!!!!!!! Relax a little bit. Trust in God!!!" But I know no one would listen. I am just sick and tired of people bashing other people.

So I should probably get to school so I can finish for the year and enjoy a perfect summer and then start fall with a large smile, super excited for high school . . . 

The truth is I am supposed to finish my three subjects so I can help mom with spring cleaning the entire house, then do some outdoor cleaning and then maybe I will have to time to read a couple chapters of a book . . . 

The life of  ..  well I guess it happens to everyone. Just ride the tidal wave and you will live . . .

A Taste of Summer

Yesterday after church and rest time, Sarah and I went downstairs and got out our little tiny squirt guns. Soon we were outside shooting each other. Then Allison joined us. After happily ambushing our brother, (what are brothers for afterall?) we played around until Beth and MJ were dropped off from their bible study. (Their teen bible study . .. how come no one seems to notice I am a teen . . .) Then after shooting the car, we changed into our bathing suits and soaked ourselves . . .It was fun until Nathan went inside . .. It was fun after as well . . The twins and I played and played and played . .. . 

The sweet taste of summer . ..