Sometimes…
Sometimes, I can be an idiot.
And I’m really glad I have people who will tell me that I’m being one.
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Star Wars Cookies Cast by SweetSugarBelle on Flickr.
my cookie crush is SweetSugarBelle
I want all of these inside my mouth.
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March 14, 2012. Annie Blagojevich, daughter of former Illinois Gov. Rod Blagojevich, watches as her father is surrounded by the media in front of their home in Chicago. The 55-year-old Democrat is due to report to a prison in Colorado on Thursday to begin serving a 14-year sentence, making him the second Illinois governor in a row to go to prison for corruption.
Some stories are forgotten.
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Pet peeve:
While this is completely unnecessary, people who, after purchasing/receiving any DSLR on the market, immediately make a fan page called (first/last or combination) Photography.
be creative.
Second pet peeve:
Those, with few exceptions, who shoot in green box and call themselves photographers.
No Flash is much better, but not quite there.
Sorry for this sudden rant.
But it really bugs me.
So you had to know.
Playbook.
I don’t feel like life, or whatever you want to call it, is scripted. It’s more of a playbook, a list of choices in a given situation.
Recently, my life has deviated from my prepared playbooks. I had one for college and my career, one for my friends and relationships, and one for my family.
College was to go to Greenville barring some revelation of a better fit for me. My dad feels differently, which will be a different post entirely.
My friends are changing more than I’d like them too, making decisions on who to keep and who I shouldn’t.
My family is the one that brings me to write this today.
Most of you know, my parents are divorced, and my mom is going through her second divorce. The divorce, with my annoying and twisted stepdad, should be final within the next two months, which is definitely a good thing. Tonight, I found out that she went on a date with another man over the weekend.
After being mildly divorced for 8 months.
After being mildly divorced AGAIN for 8 months.
After swearing not to date for a long damn time.
I’m hurt.
So I blog about it.
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Crazy love
I should be in hell.
I have sinned.
“For the punishment for sin is death”
I deserve to die.
My sin is ugly, brutal, destructive, grotesque, wrong.
I am ugly, brutal, destructive, grotesque, wrong.
I should be in hell.
I am not in hell.
“if His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.”
I’m so screwed up, I’ve done so much, but God said no.
He said it didn’t matter.
He said it was alright.
He said “it’s all good, kid”
He said “I love you”
He said “I love you so much”
“For God so loved the world that He sent His son”
His son died.
His son died on a tree.
His son died on a tree for me.
His son died on a tree for the brutal, grotesque, wrong person I am.
His son died for my sins.
“For the punishment for sin is death”
He died so I didn’t have to.
He died so I would not go to hell.
He died so I could live.
He was perfect.
And he died for me.
He died for me.
The perfect sacrifice died for me.
We are loved that much, so that we didn’t have to die.
He died for our sins.
Something so perfect took on my ugly, brutal, grotesque, wrong sins, and carried them on the cross.
I am new.
I once was blind but now I see.
I see Jesus on the cross.
I see what he has done for me.
We.
Are.
Loved.
And I cannot explain it more perfectly.
I’ve decided that this phrase, lyric, or whatever it may be is both the title to my nonexistent autobiography, and the caption to my high school career.
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