Belle Aire's VBS starts today!


This ought to be fun.

Edit:

I watched "Fox and the Hound" for the first time today. Holy cow, that movie is way sad. I cried in the waiting room of my brother's orthodontist. They shouldn't show movies like that in public.

I could totally write an entire musical using just the music of Styx. It would be called "Come Sail Away" and ooooh, Mrs. Gregory would just die.

It would win the Tony for sure.


And I would get millions of dollars and spend them all on rainbow sherbert and Fresca, which would be all I ate until I completed my next great project:

"Murfreesboro - The Musical"

It will bring fame to our unassuming niche in the heart of Tennessee.

Now all I need are ideas for song titles. Any suggestions?

You know, I like the Scriptures a lot. I consider them not only to be God’s Word, but also great literature, full of stories of broken and sinful people not unlike myself. I think Christians today if they’re not careful can begin to view reading the Bible like taking vitamins— not fun, but necessary.

But the Bible is not some collection of pithy little proverbs mouthed by pious little church mice—it is an epic story, full of all the greed and sex and betrayal and war to befit mankind. It’s a love story, between God and Man, beginning with a romance, and then Man’s affair with sin and God’s pursuit of her, and ending with their wedding. It proves God can take a bunch of sinful weirdoes, from countless generations, and draw them together in a common bond of His love.

People say they go to the Bible to find answers, but the Bible does not cater to our simple-minded questions—it reveals to us God’s absolute, unsearchable Truth. I go to the Bible not to find nuggets of theology but to encounter God in the way that He has expressed Himself to us—and it’s a scary thing, but exhilarating. These are the Holy Scriptures, God's own Word. Paul says the Scriptures are God’s breath, and I kind of go, wow, let’s breathe this as deeply as possible.

I applied for Panera Bread today. Hopefully they'll appreciate my talents more than Target *scowls bitterly at memory of rejection*.

Nick Hawkins already got a job there, and Jesse Cannady is applying, too. If all three of us work there....it will be mucho funoodles.

SO that was my "get something accomplished" deed of the day. Although I got lost once going there and twice coming back. If I'm hired, I may actually have to learn how to navigate my way through town, something which I have managed to avoid so far.

Anyway that's it for me.

I love you guys.

Christina

Things I like:
1. Being alive
2. Coffee
3. Warm sweatshirts
4. Vanilla ice cream
5. Stars
6. Laughing uncontrollably
7. Nail polish
8. Cats
9. Feeling loved, by God and others
10. Tacos
11. Singing
12. Kind people
13. Babies
14. Chocolate
15. John Denver
16. Rice cakes
17. Swings
18. Signing my name
19. Beethoven
20. Love letters
21. Inside jokes
22. Cool technology
23. Green beans
24. Being warm and sleepy
25. Bonfires
26. Writing
27. Guys with dark brown eyes and hair
28. Being immature occasionally
29. The feeling after a good cry
30. Old friends
31. Cheese soup
32. Rich Mullins
33. Latin
34. Butterflies in your stomach
35. Cool breezes on warm days
36. Reading
37. Puppies
38. Worshipping God
39. Good-natured people
40. New friends
41. Billy Joel
42. Piano
43. Driving
44. Homemade fudge
45. Fresca
46. The early morning
47. Popcorn
48. Making people smile
49. Feeling like I’ve accomplished something
50. Reminiscing about the good old days
51. Warm socks
52. Flip flops
53. Bright sunshine
54. Random crushes
55. Laughing at yourself
56. Being Polish
57. The smell of pine needles
58. Silent understandings
59. Marshmallows
60. Whipped cream
61. Being on stage
62. Watching my favorite movie for the 100th time
63. Smores
64. Good news
65. Silence
66. Attempting art
67. Attempting poetry
68. Easy classes
69. Venice, Italy
70. Cheesecake
71. Common interests
72. Long, deep conversations
73. Innocence
74. Making a fool of myself for the sake of fun
75. Sad movies
76. Back massages & scratches
77. No homework
78. Feeling elated
79. Snow
80. Dimples
81. Sleeping
82. Cute old people
83. Rocking chairs
84. Brilliant flowers
85. Taffy
86. Diet Pepsi
87. Fancy dresses
88. The smell of baking bread
89. Coming home after a long absence
90. Stability and routine
91. Ireland
92. Easygoing teachers
93. Books and movies that make you think
94. Fireflies
95. Hugs
96. Lifetime friendships
97. Christmas
98. Birthday parties
99. Autumn
100. Fireworks
101. Watching the clouds
102. Pizza
103. Comments/remarks on xanga/phusebox
104. Hilarious conversations
105. Hot cocoa
106. Full moons
107. The color green
108. Intellectually stimulating activities
109. Being easily amused
110. McFadden
111. Pot roast
112. Small children
113. Dancing wildly in private
114. Handel’s “Messiah”
115. Driving around randomly
116. Girls’ nights out
117. Feeling happy for no reason
118. New York, New York
119. String quartets
120. When things go better than you hoped
121. Enormous earrings
122. Shaggy hair on guys
123. Not having tests
124. My bedroom
125. Being female
126. Laughing at stupid jokes
127. Candy
128. Writing for hours at a time just for fun
129. Taking walks with one other person
130. Helping other people
131. Biscuits and jelly
132. Madeleine Peyroux
133. Cute redheaded guys
134. Thunderstorms
135. Snuggling
136. Staying up until I’m delirious
137. Baking cookies
138. Big words
139. Earl Gray tea
140. The Lord of the Rings
141. Mint gum
142. Stilettos
143. My family
144. Taking walks alone
145. Sitting in the rain
146. When cats lick your ears
147. Belle Aire Baptist Church
148. Siegel High
149. Murfreesboro, TN, USA
150. The world

I had a salad
A Caesar salad, at that
It was quite tasty



(You know it's a bad sign when you can summarize an entire day in a haiku...)

Christine: Say you love me...
Raoul: You know I do...


How come Raoul isn't for real?? He's pretty much the perfect man - sweet, chivalrous, strong, good looking, wealthy, an appreciator of the arts, and he adored Christine. He may have been a little wishy-washy...but to poor little gullible, helpless Christine he was someone safe and tender. Man, she was lucky to snag him. But then she goes running after the phantom, who must be twice her age and quite obviously has no social skills...what with killing people and all.

If I were Christine, I'd have stuck with the nice boy who loved me and didn't want me locked away in a dungeon forever, instead of the partially deformed psychiatric mess of an affection-starved genius who made wax models of me...even if he did inspire my voice.

I suppose (and this is inspired by KC's comment) that Christine liked the mystery and darkness surrounding the phantom..that there was something dangerous and edgy about him, and she was irresistably drawn to him...maybe she had been pursued by Nice Guys her whole life and wanted a Bad Boy for once.

Maybe I just don't see the phantom's appeal because I have always gone for the Nice Guy and never the Bad Boy. I still think Christine was crazy.


But then, love makes you do crazy things...especially when your love story is written by Webber...

I like babies.

More specifically, I like babysitting.

The Woods. They have 4 kids, ages 1-8.

I'm at their house currently; I've been there since 5:40 this morning.

There is a major awwwwwwww factor when it comes to their one year old Elizabeth. Cuteness abounds.

Quote of the day:

"So are you married yet or not??" -Daniel Woods, after arguing with his brother about whether to call me Ms. or Mrs. Christina.

I have succumbed (did I spell that right?) to the ever mounting pressure to jump on the bandwagon and get a Phusebox.

HOWEVER I will not be abandoning my poor xanga like so many other heartless souls.

I guess I'll do identical posts here and there.

Today I had Dairy Queen. Yum.

Tomorrow I babysit at 5:30 in the morning. Un-yum.

...

Ummm, so much for a dramatic entrance. I guess this is it.

Bye.

Christina