hmmm...yep, yep, yep

I realize now I should have posted this last week.

That would have been cool, but no I'm posting it now.
It's yet another installment from my poetry portfolio (two more gems are yet to be enjoyed after this one).

Anyway this poem is one I was the least satisfied with out of all that I wrote for class. I realized this when writing it (which is the worst time especially since it was literally the last thing I ever had to do as a college student).
But I also realize that in being the person that I am I impose requirements upon myself that are sometimes incapable of being fulfilled by even the savviest of writers.
SO I clicked the print button and let it go.
Enjoy.



Last College Paper

I’d like to make this poem
A perfect reflection of
Everything I learned
In school. A showcase
Of quotes by Aristotle, a math
Concept or two. But I’ve found
That when you sit down
And try to make a pile
Of everything you know, you
Realize one thing about
What you’ve learned:
It will all eek out
At just the right moment. At least,

That’s what I tell myself.

POW! BAM!

Punching Emily Post in the face is still on my list of things to do.

It's only by God's grace that I found the woman was married because had she not been I would have seriously become angry. And anger at a dead person is wildly unsatisfying.

The expectations established by Mrs. Post are what curl my toes in frustration, and I'm not the only one of this opinion. The 21st century newlywed should be given a break. But really this speech should be given to a different room of people who would raise their fists and stomp their feet along with me. You, I'm sure, have already rolled your eyes and thought "what's so hard about thank you cards?"
So I will stop.

My purpose in all of this was to preface a poem I wrote for my final portfolio in class which is meant to be more comical/apologetic then it is angry.
Enjoy.




To: Emily Post
From: A Newlywed

When I see people
I see kitchen utensils

I never thanked them for,
A white serving platter

They sent me in the mail
That has been used to carry

Biscuits and brownies.
Just the other day I passed

A woman who gave me
Two magnificent square glass

Vases and instead of saying hello
I wanted to stop her and say

Three months
Just isn’t enough.

And so it begins...but not without a look back

The creators of the books where you choose your own ending really had a good idea. Not only do they make their book uniquely fresh each read, but they allow the reader to make their own choices, then see an immediate consequence to that choice.

A "choose your own adventure" in real life would be fantastic, no?

The opportunity to take a look at where each of our choices lead would put us in an entirely different place (and of course bump out the "imperfect" world thing we've got going on).

I started thinking about this in reference to my years in college. Choosing to start off as a music major seemed like a good idea at the time, however that particular adventure lead me to realize it wasn't for me, but not after having used up whole semesters that would eventually put me back years in my goal.

Had I chosen English right off the bat I could have graduated years earlier...had I graduated years earlier I would have settled in a job more than likely and had I been established in a job I would have said a big fat NO to the move from Florida...had I said no to moving I would not have met Dayton and well, you do the math...

One choice affected my whole adventure.

While this thought is undoubtedly scary for some (fear of the unknown, fear of making the wrong decision) I find it invigorating.

Having our life spread before us in a small paper back form where the ending is found on page 98 would be seemingly uber-beneficial, but really it would end up more like fat-less bacon--limp and tasteless (haha I'm going to create a good one of those simile's day dangit!).

At the risk of sounding like a Steven Curtis Chapman song...enjoy the adventure. We've got the map maker at our disposal and if we strive to listen for His voice it He'll make the whole thing really worth while.

ONE DAY AWAY!!

haha i graduate tomorrow!!!!!
and it's such a liberating feeling.
Good. God. it's been a long time
and while i will write another post about my choices
and what has lead me to such an extended collegiate career,
i want to take this moment to say...

I'm DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(oh and it's no where near sunken in yet)

So let it be written, So let it be done.

While this movie has absolutely nothing to do with Easter, the Ten Commandments comes on every year and I love to watch it.

I love watching it mainly because it reminds me of being a little girl. I'd watch this movie over and over again wishing I was the one who had the golden bangles dangling in my hair like Nefertiti (someone really should bring hair bangles back)

Much like anything we review as an adult it's definitely interesting on another level and the inconsistencies definitely stand out even more (pretty sure the phrase "take me in your arms" was not ACTUALLY uttered after every greeting), but watching the Egyptian cast members parade around in all their colors and jewelry has spell bound me all over again.

Have a wonderful Easter, it's undoubtedly the best celebration of all!

Today

Is Good Friday
not
Spring Recess.
And it's it's BC
not
CE. The common
Era would not
have existed if
not for Christ.
You should read
your nickles
more often.

Free.

One of my favorite things about being a girl
Is that moment when Dayton puts his hand on the small of my back and directs me through a crowd.
Sometimes it will just be a moment of direction other times when the crowd is more dense he'll put his hands on my hips and steer me through till we're free to walk side by side.

The beginning of this year I changed jobs. I work for my father-in-law now, I'm the office administrator and advertising division of the company which I'm loving. It wasn't an instant change, I kept the other job for a while until it was clear that my old boss didn't need me anymore.

The opportunity to work for my in-laws was such a God thing. There was no real reason at the time for me to switch jobs, but I did and it worked out to where there was always work available for me.

God guided me through what could have been a rougher situation. Just as Dayton guides me when we're walking through a crowd, God lead me through a dense clowd of decisions so that I was able to get through to the exact place I needed to be.

I love that.
I love Him.