Quiet Time

Well, it's quiet time for me.

Meaning, daily, I find something to do where I don't have to talk, listen to anything, watch anything or do anything. I usually read, but at the moment, I'd rather write.

Midnight Sun Bible Camp is coming up, and I can't wait. It will be soo much fun. The only part I'm a lil' nervous about is the whole bathing-in-the-lake thing... I mean... ouch? Washing your hair in lake water? Ew. But Randi says even though it sounds nasty, it's quite fun and you really do get clean, provided you use lots of soap. (Uh, huh.)

I'm leaving the house early tonight to go hang out with Jessica Salyer (new girl in the youth group) at the church building. We're just gonna talk and sing and get to know each other.

Yesterday, I rode my bike to the Northway mall here in town. The trip there was similar to biking on Mars. To say the least, it was bumpy and uncomfortable. In fact, it could be likened unto driving in Oklahoma.

Ouch.

Well, I'm off to watch some tv or read or do something quiet and relaxing.

Adios,

Vaya con Dios.

Oh, dear.

"Annie goes to the jail on Saturdays, Dave goes to the jail on Mondays, and sometimes on Sundays."
"Boy. That's what you call organized crime."
(A quote from the phone call Katie made to me last night.)

Do Hard Things

If you

ALWAYS DO

what you've
ALWAYS DONE,

you will

ALWAYS GET

what you've

ALWAYS GOT.

DO HARD THINGS.

Be a Rebelutionary.

Picture Post

This is everyone hanging out at the church building. We had too much fun. it was only for like, 45 minutes, too. But the sun was perfect for photos!

Photography - SUBJECT: Small Towns

My Daddy Will Come Back for Me

See that stuffed bear over there?
Daddy gave that to my care
before he died so suddenly..
so suddenly I couldn't breath.

And that picture over there,
the little girl with long brown hair?
Yeah, that's me.
And that Daddy...

Why does life have to be so hard
and why does it leave you with so many scars?
Why do the butterflies fade...?
Life changes with every new day.
Give me time, you will see...
My Daddy will come back for me.

Statistics

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.