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Listening: ‘July, July!’ by The Decemberists

Reading: ‘Revolution of Character’ by Dallas Willard and Don Simpson

Thinking: I have faith that, in the end, this will work out. Not because of the human beings involved but because God can and does work miracles.

How to Annoy Me: Go wandering off when I am getting ready to walk out the door so that I have to go hunting you down.

How to Charm Me: Fight for me.

Quote of the Day: The greatest friend of truth is time, her greatest enemy is prejudice, and her constant companion humility. – Chuck Colson

1000 Words: P1171581

Listening: ‘Young Folks’ by Peter, Bjorn and John

Reading: ‘Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood’ by Rebecca Wells

Thinking: It’s amazing how much smoother my relationship with my dad seems now that I don’t have someone whispering in my ear about how bad of a father he is.

How to Annoy Me: Keep blowing straw wrappers at me.

How to Charm Me: Be my “out of the box” person but refrain from lecturing me when I do get in my box and simply let me rant.

Quote of the Day: From the cowardice that shrinks from new truth; from the laziness that is content with half-truths; from the arrogance that thinks it knows all truth – oh God of Truth, deliver us! – Unknown

1000 Words:


To the man who makes me laugh everyday. Who tries to keep up when I’m on one of my crazy tangents. Who not only tolerates but encourages my love of Hello Kitty. Who doesn’t look at me like I’m insane when he gets home and his entire house is turned upside down. Who doesn’t make me feel stupid for not knowing computer stuff. Who is helping me learn to cook. Who faithfully comes to my dances and brings me flowers. Who lets me read to him. Who cuddles with me while we watch movies. Who gives me kitty therapy whenever I need it. Who sends me flair to make me smile. Who dared me to go out with him and was surprised when I said “yes”.

Thank you.

To the man who writes me cards just because. Who put me in charge of our eating out budget, despite my problems with numbers. Who helped me with math and didn’t make me feel like a complete idiot. Who was proud to take me home to his family. Who indulges my book addiction and is content to stay in the bookstore for hours. Who saved Thin Mints for me because I tweeted that mine were gone. Who writes me notes on his business cards and leaves them for me to find in my purse. Who encourages me in my efforts to become more disciplined. Who works out with me so I don’t get bored and quit. Who can make me feel beautiful with just a look. Who doesn’t mock my dreams but dreams with me.

Thank you.

To the man who holds me when I cry. Who has stayed through every crazy scenario I have thrown at him. Who always strives to be better because he believes it’s what I deserve. Who appreciates the little things I do for him. Who holds the car door open for me. Who works to make his house more person-with-allergies friendly. Who brought me Sprite on Thanksgiving when I was sick. Who took a nap with me in the park. Who helps me with my business and made me a beautiful website. Who makes me feel secure about things that other people made me insecure about. Who is proud of me and tells me so. Who makes me want to be a better woman because it is what he deserves.

Thank you.

To the man who has stuck by me and is attending another church because I asked him to. Who does the right thing even when it is hard. Who doesn’t lose faith even when things look hopeless. Who is my constant cheerleader and lets me be his. Who danced with me at the ball. Who has eyes only for me. Who doesn’t harp on my faults but believes I can do better. Who sees Jesus in me. Who I see Jesus in. Who cares about other people, even when they hurt him. Who believes what I tell him, even though he has every reason not to. Who loves me unconditionally. Who believes I can fly. Who will fly right alongside me. Who I love more than I can truly express.

Thank you, Shane.

With all my heart,


They played this song at New Paradigm on Sunday and I cried and cried and cried. I love the part about dancing though.

Her: I think this tub is smaller than the one at Rachel’s.

Him: It’s just the curtain. It’s in too far. *moves curtain closer to 2nd curtain rod* How’s that?

Her: I can’t get the curtain open now. Much better. 😛

(We’ve been cleaning and organizing and decorating. Pictures to come eventually.)

…I give you ‘A Thank You Note to Men’ by Mary-Louise Parker.

To you, whom it may concern:

Manly creature, who smells good even when you don’t, you wake up too slowly, with fuzzy, vertical hair and a slightly lost look on your face as though you are seven or seventy-five; you can fix my front door, my sink, and open most jars; you, who lose a cuff link and have to settle for a safety pin, you have promised to slay unfortunate interlopers and dragons with your Phillips head or Montblanc; to you, because you will notice a woman with a healthy chunk of years or pounds on her and let out a wolf whistle under your breath and mean it; because you think either rug will be fine, really it will; you seem to walk down the street a little taller than me, a little more aware but with a purpose still; to you who codifies, conjugates, slams a puck, baits a hook, builds a decent cabinet or the perfect sandwich; you who gives a twenty to the kids selling Hershey’s bars and waits at baggage claim for three hours in your flannel shirt; you, sir, you take my order, my pulse, my bullshit; you who soaps me in the shower, soaks with me in the tub; to you, boy grown-up, the gentleman, soldier, professor, or caveman, the fancy man with initials on your towels and salt on your chocolates, to you and to that guy at the concession stand; thank you for the tour of the vineyard, the fire station, the sound booth, thank you for the kaleidoscope, the Horsehead Nebula, the painting, the truth; to you who carries me across the parking lot, up the stairs, to the ER, to roll-away or rice mat; to you who shows up every so often only to confuse and torment, and you who stays in orbit, always, to my left and steady, you stood up for me, I won’t forget that; to you, the one who can’t figure it out and never will, and you who lost the remote, the dog, or your way altogether; to you, wizard, you sang in my ear and brought me back from the dead, you tell me things, make me shiver; to the ones who destroyed me, even if for a minute, and to the ones who grew me, consumed me, gave me my heart back times ten; to most everything that deserves to call itself a man: How I do love thee, with your skill to light fires that keep me warm, light me up.

Found at: The Perils of Sobriety

Him: *reading over her shoulder* A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle? Why can’t it be a woman needs a man like a dog needs a treat? The dog doesn’t need the treat but it wants the treat and likes the treat.

Her: So in this analogy, you’re the treat and I’m the dog?

Him: Yes.

Her: Don’t touch me.

Her: *does happy dance after walking out the door*

Him: *laughs*

Her: It’s a *beautiful* day!

Him: Are you happy?

Her: Yes. And you know what that means?

Him: You don’t hate me anymore?

Her: Exactly.

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