Pitter patter.

3.4.2011


It's that funny temperature outside--the temperature that feels like it should be snowing, but instead, it rains. It's about 40 degrees out, I'd say, although I just checked online and apprently it's 49 degrees...but it feels like 45. Well I'm sitting right out on my back porch and it feels much colder than that. At least it does when you sit out here for more than five minutes.

But I love these days, and I love the rain, too. This probably has something to do with the fact that I've been seeing white for the past 3 months; compliments to winter. And now as I stare at the puddles forming on my deck; at the raindrops splashing mercilessly onto the worn, faded planks, I shed much appreciation for all climates. There's something about the pitter patter on rooftops, windows, and umbrellas that is naturally pleasing to the ear. Something more cozy about a warm house when outside rain pounds against the windows. Something more enthralling about driving when heavy drops seem to encompass the whole windshield--even with the highspeed wipers on.

If I were a pro-photographer with a flashy camera, I would spend all day sitting in the rain, waiting patiently to capture that precise moment when a raindrop hits a puddle. That moment when the tiny ripples form and scurry outward to the edge--but it's only there for a moment. Or how about capturing a perfect reflection in a puddle, distorted only slightly to allow the viewer to know that it is water? That picture, that'd be gold, at least to me.

The daylight is quickly disappearing, and I best be off, to enjoy the indoors. My butt is sore, my feet are cold, and my fingertips freezing. But I could stay out here a long time. Rain.

Christmas time is here. :)

It's Christmas Eve, and my mother has decided on several new traditions this year. 1) Open presents Christmas Eve. 2) Eat Omaha Steaks for Christmas Eve dinner. 3) Go to Ten O'Clock Mass. 4)Drink wine while opening presents.

Haha, Merry Christmas Everyone.

It's been way too long.

Recently, I have completely fogotten to blog. School really hasn't been too busy, I guess its just pure forgetfulness mixed with apathy. All I know is that I just cut grass, and it's November 11. And that is just not right.

And it is also veterans day out there, so I just wanted to say a big thank you to anyone who has served for our country, or anyone who is serving. Its remarkable.

Quote of the day: ""An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of bullshit."  - General George Patton Jr

And may God bless you.

I like my chicken fried.

"You know I like my chicken fried, and a cold beer on a Friday night--a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio on. Well I`ve seen the sunrise, and seen the love in my woman's eyes. Felt the touch of a precious child, and known a mother's love." Zac Brown Band

This was another gorgeous, gorgeous Sunday. Went to two church services, felt a bursting for the Lord, made some money, carved pumpkins with my baby, and am able to sit back and watch The History Channel right now. I love life.

That's what I love about Sunday.

"That's what I love about Sunday.

Sing along as the choir sways. Every verse of Amazing Grace, and then we shake the Preacher's hand. Go home, into your blue jeans. Have some chicken and some baked beans. Pick a backyard football team. Not do much of anything.

That's what I love about Sunday."

Sadly, today I can't just do "not much of anything." But I went to church last night and this morning, and I feel like I need to thank the Lord for Sundays, because it's a beautiful day. And I'll go to soccer practice this afternoon, and I'll move on with my life, but today--right now--Sunday is special.

I got a bone to pick with you, Mr. DJ.

It's Monday. And I'm just dead. I really do not know how I dealt with school last year, because I would go to bed at like, midnight. I can barely stay awake until ten thirty. I'm just completely worn out. School is way too early in the morning. Honestly, what's wrong with starting at like 9:00? The little kids start at 9, why can't we? Life is unfair. But that's life, so we'll just suck it up. So suck it up. Just suck it up. Because there are scenes in life like below, and that's where I imagine myself when things suck. Right there--breathing in clean air, soaking in beauty. Stay strong, my friends.

Whisper, "Hello."

Good evening, Internet friends. Today, I found little comfort in my surrounding group of peers, teachers, family, and other miscellaneous persons. Has one ever considered the fact that there is no one person in the world whom you will never argue with? There is not a person in the world that shares the same exact mindset as you. In a way, we really are alone, but more in a emotional level--more in our thoughts and our ideas. There is not a person who will ever understand another fully. Only Jesus could do that, and sadly, he's not on earth at the moment (at least I don't think so). We can relate to people in specifics, but seldom are there times when there are a majority of similiarites between two people. Similarities tend to bring people together. "I play soccer, you play soccer, let's be friends!" But of course, it takes much more than just a shared activity to gain friendship. I believe that it's more about mindset. It is not so much a person's opinons, but how they approach other's opinions. If two people have similar mindsets, say for example open-mindedness or a giving nature, then they are brought together much stronger than if they just played a sport together. Of course, some people just come together, it would seem, on not much in common at all. But one can never know of course, because we will never be able to live their life, or walk in their shoes. Really, though, who am I to say what the laws of friendship is? There are no laws--only observations and patterns, and those are recorded only of a majority. So live, live well, live happily. Grab a pal, and be happy.