tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56298292012-02-13T23:00:29.217-05:00Bloom where you're planted.<i>Leave a light on in the dark, maybe you'll guide somebody in. Someone to tell you who you are. Someone to carry who you've been. ~tg</i>lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.comBlogger1711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-9379334996791437882012-02-13T22:53:00.004-05:002012-02-13T23:00:29.226-05:00I'm an optimistic person. 99% of the time you can count on me to tell you the glass is half full and just wait until tomorrow when things look differently. But occasionally if I'm being honest, that's not really how I feel. Today is one of those days. Not in one of those "I'm really depressed." sorts of ways. More so it's the realization that life doesn't look like I want it to look today. lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-11540657022806071092012-01-07T23:51:00.000-05:002012-01-07T23:51:42.334-05:00Be Careful With Me
I love people. For as long as I can remember, that’s who I’ve been. I make friends easily and I keep them. They’re important to me and I let people know. I’ve gone through periods of time where I was too social. I typically wouldn’t recognize it for a few weeks when suddenly I’d realize I was exhausted. I wasn’t even giving myself time to breathe before I’d be making more lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-49055675579082236952011-01-24T23:32:00.002-05:002011-01-24T23:32:42.446-05:00I had someone ask today what dream I most look forward to coming true in my life. I really had to stop and think about it for a while. I guess it must be a sign that I’m growing up when I don’t think of my dreams as much as I used to. Or maybe it’s just a sign that I’m really happy and fulfilled. I’d like to think it’s the second of the two but sometimes I worry that maybe I don’t dream as often lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-89449908125969321332009-11-09T23:22:00.000-05:002009-11-09T23:22:59.991-05:002 Steps Away
There was a routine on last week’s So You Think You Can Dance about a girl and her fear. I finally had a chance to watch it tonight and when I say I watched it, I mean I watched it over and over and over again. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in a long long time. And it totally spoke to me. I have an incredible fear of being alone. There’s an element of that that lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-26161130789375781592009-10-22T00:26:00.000-04:002009-10-22T00:26:21.876-04:00So I guess now is as good of a time as any to admit to being a closeted control freak.
With a new job comes that moment or moments as I seem to be having many of them, when you realize that you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing at the exact right moment. I really loved my job. Really. I loved the people I worked with. I loved the people that I talked to on an everyday basis. I lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-56457594029192930442009-10-16T00:45:00.003-04:002009-10-16T00:48:17.667-04:00And then all of a sudden life changes, and things don’t look the same anymore. The landscape is different. You’re crossing bridges and state lines and the cornfields are gone. The coffee tastes different. The people seem distant. I guess you’re starting over.
I realized that I could become whatever I wanted to be in this change. I could either find myself here or I could hide myself here. lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-86415114521680883272008-04-22T11:42:00.004-04:002008-04-22T11:49:27.811-04:00Go where you want to goBe what you want to be~The WeepiesI’ve been trying to do some much needed cleaning out because I’m getting ready to move. It’s really amazing how much stuff I can pack into approximately 25 square feet of living space. (really, it’s that small. You should see it. I’ve seen bigger closets). Anyway, nothing new here, I’m not good at throwing things away. Whether that’s lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-65523341205329036372008-04-21T15:27:00.002-04:002008-04-21T15:34:10.376-04:00I think I have a problem. I feel like it’s important to just get it out in the open. Admit to it. Move on.I’m an apple snob.I will even visit multiple grocery stores to find the right kind. There is only one right kind and not everyone carries it. Kroger unfortunately has let me down on numerous occasions. At numerous locations. So far Target has my back, as well as the Marsh/O-Malia’s across* lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-54247434726317483192007-09-18T15:17:00.000-04:002007-09-18T15:25:39.346-04:00I want to be a part of it, New York, New YorkI’m going to justify my blogging absence with the fact that I was gone for most of the summer anyway. With the random vacations, houseboat, florida, Atlanta several times, I just haven’t written much of anything down. I suppose I should work on that.Week before last I went to NYC for my annual conference. My friend Beth and I went up early to see some lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-87697374374319459082007-07-12T13:23:00.000-04:002007-07-12T13:25:37.575-04:00I got in the mail today tickets to see everyone’s favorite band, Nickel Creek. Ok, maybe not everyone’s favorite. Maybe just me and on the random occasion that someone else has heard of them, he or she as well. (If they have taste.) This is bittersweet for me b/c it’s the first show that I’m seeing from this tour entitled “Nickel Creek’s Farewell (For Now) Tour”. Have I mentioned that they’re lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-39677556121405275032007-06-26T14:14:00.000-04:002007-06-26T14:21:56.184-04:00Not how either of us wanted it to be...Most of you that read this, or probably all of you that read this know me. So for the most part most of you know about my life outside of the randomness that I decide to share here. But I haven’t done a very good job of sharing on here lately. I’m not sure what happened, or what changed but suddenly I felt like I was sharing too much or I didn’t know how lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-33903155514000021662007-06-06T15:16:00.000-04:002007-06-06T15:21:17.912-04:00I really don’t do a very good job of keeping this up to date. I need to make a more concerted effort. So, I made the aforementioned NYC trip. It was so much fun. Tiring and quick but a really great trip. The show was great. It’s hard to put Patty Griffin’s songs in musical form and it not be incredible. When we left Jamie just kept saying, ‘my heart is so full.’ That’s the best way to put it. lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-46150620418664278182007-04-25T14:39:00.000-04:002007-04-25T14:42:25.642-04:00Why I love spontaneityA conversation yesterday: (By email)Me: I think we have to find a way to see this. (above picture attached)James: I agree!!!!Me: I’m serious.James: ME TOO!!!!(Phone ringing)Me: (no hello, just straight into it) I’m sooo not joking.James: Neither am I. I just talked to Delta. I’ve got a couple vouchers we can use to get our flights really cheap. We can stay in NJ and take thelizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-19391745078624181732007-04-24T13:19:00.000-04:002007-04-24T13:42:29.078-04:00Yesterday, I had the honor of being present for Jason’s purple heart ceremony. It was such an overwhelming thing to experience.Here’s the article from the paper in case you want to read about it.Tuesday, April 24, 2007Soldier wins Purple HeartNational Guard general praises local man's sacrificeIn the months since his battlefield injury, Cpl. Jason Kokotkiewicz continues to think about the lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-28001689750163006682007-04-13T13:56:00.000-04:002007-04-13T14:05:47.338-04:00Go ahead I’m listening, got an ear for disappointmentI can hear it on my breath- it’s the same same story-Wake Up Dear, ElleryI got this new cd in the mail Wednesday, and it’s been the only thing I’ve been able to listen to since then. I was lying in bed that night listening, and I couldn’t stop thinking that this is what music should do to a person. And if it doesn’t affect you, if it doesn’t lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-45576996918225023542007-04-04T14:42:00.000-04:002007-04-04T14:50:53.740-04:00Things on my mind today:It’s actually snowing a little bit. And the first day that I haven’t been able to wear flip flops in over 2 weeks. This makes me sad.I’m realizing more and more, I’m not the best dealer with emotional things in my life. When I realize I don’t have a lot of control over how I feel, I tend to freak out. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. I hope I outgrow this tendency. lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-58877960971954130432007-03-28T14:42:00.000-04:002007-03-28T14:50:47.780-04:00SelflessI’ve had a couple conversations lately concerning the idea of being selfless. It’s one of those lessons that I think everyone is called to learn. The problem that I’m having, and the reason I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately is that sometimes I go too far with being self-sacrificial. How do you draw the line? It’s obviously much easier to be selfless when it comes to the people lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-19162762917334190732007-03-27T16:22:00.001-04:002007-03-27T16:22:07.180-04:00Charlie : Candy MountainA land of sweets and joy and joyness...I love absurd things that make me laugh. This video makes me laugh so hard I may have peed just a little. Just kidding about the pee. Well, kind of kidding.“Charlieee, Charlieeeee, Charlieeeeeeee…. We’re on a bridge Charlieeeee.”lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-40753319658962814342007-03-22T11:06:00.000-04:002007-03-22T11:21:41.891-04:00A startling discoverySo this morning, while eating my breakfast, I was quite disconcerted to find that my blackberry yogurt didn’t have many blackberries in it. On closer examination I found that it had NO blackberries in it. On even closer examination I found in small print under blackberry the word “flavor”. A-HA! So really the whole idea that maybe somewhere in my yogurt, if I just look hard lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-5864971573169945342007-03-21T16:05:00.000-04:002007-03-21T16:14:46.379-04:00Happy Spring!In honor of the first day of spring, I purchased what any normal summer sandal loving person should do. New flip flops. That’s right new flip flops. I’m obsessed with Havaianas flip-flops. In fact if ever you, the dear reader want to buy me a random present, Havaianas flip flops are the way to go. (And I wear a size 37-38 Brazilian in case you’re taking notes).In the world of flip lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-32400082425832678182007-03-01T14:51:00.000-05:002007-03-01T15:07:22.014-05:00And the month finally ends….I hate February. I hate it every year, although some years are worse than others. This one being particularly bad. Is it psychosomatic? Hard to say. I’m sure it has something to do with the seasons. I was told this morning I’m not good with Decembers either, and it came from a reliable source. I guess b/c February was so bad this year I completely forgot about Decemberlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-77849633603347428302007-02-12T10:48:00.000-05:002007-02-12T10:48:23.285-05:00I’ve removed all of the information about Jason from my blog and won’t be updating on him anymore here. This blog was for my friends to know what’s going on to be able to better pray about the situation. It was not meant to be a place to communicate Jason’s family situation or tell anyone who wants to know, how he’s doing. I'm sorry that i can't keep my friends up-to-date here, but that's just lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1160161085576543582006-10-06T14:56:00.000-04:002006-10-06T15:00:07.343-04:00“How does it feel, anyway?”“How does what feel?”“When you take one of those books?”At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wanted an answer, he’d have to come back, and he did. “Well?” he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. “It feels good, doesn’t it? To steal something back.”I finished reading the most beautiful book the other day, The lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1159821839868785062006-10-02T16:39:00.000-04:002006-10-02T16:47:17.336-04:00Book Questions(because Emily told me I should)1. One book that changed your life: Blue Like Jazz2. One book that you've read more than once: The Catcher in the Rye3. One book you'd want on a desert island: 101 Ways to Prepare Fresh Fish with Only a Mango and Sand for Ingredients4. One book that made you laugh: Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing5. One book that made you cry: The Kite Runner6. One lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1159389786348509152006-09-27T16:40:00.000-04:002006-09-27T16:43:06.363-04:00The other day as I was leaving my apartment, I found lying in the driveway next to my car, a Polaroid photograph. I’m not sure if it originally had an image on it, or if it just didn’t ever develop correctly but either way it was blank. Strangely enough, that’s kind of what my life looks like to me right now. Not blank in a negative sort of way, but blank in that for the first time in a really lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1157130174070905722006-09-01T13:01:00.000-04:002006-09-01T13:06:48.500-04:00How I spent my summer vacation…I feel now that summer is drawing to a close and I’ve remained absent from my dear friend, Blog, I should recap my readers- if there are any left- just how my summer has shaped up. So for the sake of time that I don't have today to fully recap a short numerical list for you all.My summer included:2 trips to Dale Hollow (with the 3rd beginning today)3 Broadway shows1lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1148402190354898332006-05-23T12:36:00.000-04:002006-05-23T12:36:30.360-04:00It's the little things really. lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1147889840296239952006-05-17T14:16:00.000-04:002006-05-17T14:17:20.326-04:00The saddest part of today:Driving past a shady parking lot carnival hours before it opened to the public and not being able to stop and get cotton candy.That is all.lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1147716744656680112006-05-15T14:03:00.000-04:002006-05-15T14:12:24.743-04:00“It’s really slippery.”“I know. Here take my hand.”"What? Wait a second, where’d you come from? I didn’t ask you to come.""I know. But didn’t you realize you can’t do this alone?""Yes I can. I always have.""No, not this time.""Yes, this time. How is this different? I know it’s a little rockier. I know it’s a little harder to see the path but I’ve made it out before and I’ll make it out again.""lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1147465968237686832006-05-12T16:30:00.000-04:002006-05-12T16:32:48.253-04:00I wish that I had some brilliant excuse for why I haven’t blogged in a month. But it would be just that, an excuse and why bother. There’s a part of my life lately that I wish I could be watching from a distance. It’s surprising to me to see and to feel, as somehow if I could just separate myself enough, maybe it’ll make sense. Maybe not.Earlier this week my dedication to a certain unnamed band (lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1144269541155415652006-04-05T16:38:00.000-04:002006-04-06T14:34:40.116-04:00 It is a sad, sad day.Mark, my ipod is full. All 20gbs FULL.I repeat, it's a sad, sad day. lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1143657734288429472006-03-29T13:41:00.000-05:002006-03-29T13:42:14.310-05:00We never know what’s wrong without the pain, sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.I’m pretty sure I just had the best concert week ever. It’s rare that you’d get to see your favorite groups in the same time span with each other. It’s even rarer that they all hit within a 6 day period of time. Thursday night- Nickel Creek, Friday night- Ellery, and last night- The Fray. lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1143231309196918642006-03-24T15:12:00.000-05:002006-03-24T15:15:09.206-05:00It’s a double post day!My conversation of this week:J- So are you singing at her wedding?E- Nope. I’m totally fine with that believe me.J- Oh, so you’re not singing b/c you’re going to do your interpretive dance routine to Endless Love?E- Well yeah, what else would I do? Do you think the ribbons are too much? How did you know I’ve been practicing?J- Oh, I heard your little feet in the girl’s roomlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1143223646203188462006-03-24T13:07:00.000-05:002006-03-24T13:09:49.550-05:00I can't come in and I can't sit downFor I've only a moment's time...Today I've been trying to think of things that actually bring me more peace than seeing Nickel Creek live. I can maybe come up with a few that are equal, including some people in my life- and the ocean, but as far as more, it's hard to say. Last night was one of those nights when I got to combine the two seeing them live with onelizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1141851459371755972006-03-08T15:55:00.000-05:002006-03-08T15:57:39.383-05:00Top 10 for the last week in no certain order:#10: “Holy job sharing Superwoman!”- the response I received after commenting by email, complete with superwoman graphic on the fact that some days I feel like I’m the glue of the office. (Yes, I’m being a bit melodramatic...)#9: Flip-flops for 3 straight days in Georgia. Seriously, life is just better when wearing flip-flops.#8: Edamame and Sushi on lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1140812882128588922006-02-24T15:25:00.000-05:002006-02-24T15:29:02.110-05:00My conversation of the weekSo I got this fantastic text message the other day about how Pretty saw a one-legged woman on a motorcycle. I'm not quite sure how that worked, but it was entertaining to think about nonetheless. So today he leaves me a voice mail telling me that he saw her again and as he's staring so is the book fair van in front of her to the extent that they crash into a parked lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1140206048294171972006-02-17T14:51:00.000-05:002006-02-17T14:54:08.310-05:00What in the world has come over you?What in heaven’s name have you done?Broken the speed at the sound of lonelinessOut there running just to be on the run-a.lee“I’m really tired,” she whispers unaware she’s said it aloud.“I know,” he says.“I don’t think you do,” she says, with a little more emotion than she cares to show, noticing him for the first time. She doesn’t seem surprised at his presencelizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1140039254646961792006-02-15T16:31:00.000-05:002006-02-15T16:34:14.660-05:00Where do you go with your broken heart in tow?What do you do with the left over you?And how do you know, when to let go?Where does the good go? Where does the good go?I’ve had so many conversations in the last few weeks about relationships. I don’t know exactly what God is trying to teach me but several of the people I’m closest to in my life are going through divorces and its left me really lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1139933527275398212006-02-14T11:09:00.000-05:002006-02-14T11:12:07.286-05:00Inside My Head“You took my hand, we sat downYou told me this was different than beforeYou told me you would stick around”I told her she’d be ok. And I told her it wasn’t that bad. I told her that it was better than the alternative. And I told her that it just took time. I told her it was better to be lonely alone than lonely with. And I told her that it had its good days. I told her there were lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1139604323015135312006-02-10T15:04:00.000-05:002006-02-10T15:45:23.086-05:00Ok. Ok. I’m updating. I should’ve waited until she updated too, but it’s not looking good. C’mon, how many times a week do I click over only to start singing “Last night I had a dream, I dreamed I was in a desert called Cyberland…” you’ve got to do something about that… moving on.Today I felt like a Nickel Creek failure. That’s right, me, a Nickel Creek failure. Apparently they booked a concert lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1136570825614411812006-01-06T13:03:00.000-05:002006-01-06T13:07:05.630-05:00Because everybody's doing it....My blog year in review:January: If I never have to wear another feed sack/doily combo again I’ll be content.February: Maybe I should blame it on the fact that I got called out yesterday by the worker at the Goodwill who said I did my hair different. No, I don’t actually know the girl working at the Goodwill, so that didn’t mean different from usual. That meant two lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1135276403160406252005-12-22T13:27:00.000-05:002005-12-22T13:33:23.173-05:00"What if you thought you saw a ghost a hundred times a day?What if the thing you wanted most was impossible to say?"Our church production of the Broadway musical Annie was this past weekend. I was surprisingly sad and nostalgic for it to end. I say surprising because usually I’m ready for those big productions to go away. I loved this one though. I loved the people I worked with and I loved my lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1134062039810003762005-12-07T12:11:00.000-05:002005-12-08T12:16:02.213-05:00To days of inspiration, playing hooky making something out of nothingThe need to express to communicateTo going against the grain, going insane, going madTo loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimensionTo starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension….My favorite conversation of the day:Stupid customer: "I was told that BII gift certificates never expire."Jamie: "Yes, maamlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1132676849487114922005-11-22T11:27:00.000-05:002005-11-22T11:30:24.953-05:00I should tell you, I should tell youI have always loved you.You can see it in my eyes.I think God created music b/c sometimes words alone can't convey what He's created us to feel. This is the thought that kept running through my head last night after watching RENT. I wish that I could somehow find words that would explain just what it is about this show that has actually changed the way that I lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1131989329211221442005-11-14T12:28:00.000-05:002005-11-14T12:31:12.646-05:00I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the wavesAnd though I'm empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.So Thursday night I made the trip down to Louisville for a Nickel Creek concert. And I have to say that I think it was the best concert I've ever been to in my life. I'm not sure what it was that made it different from the other 12 times I've seen them, (yes 12 times) but it blew me lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1131468221121462642005-11-08T11:31:00.000-05:002005-11-08T11:43:41.173-05:00Hundred~ The FrayThe how I can't recallBut I'm staring at what once was the wallSeparating east and westNow they meet amidst the broad daylightSo this is where you are, and this is where I amSomewhere between unsure and a hundredIt's hard I must confessI'm banking on the rest to clear awayCause we have spoken everythingEverything short of I love youYou right where you are, from right where I lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1131467484383541812005-11-03T10:58:00.000-05:002005-11-08T11:31:24.443-05:00Taken from Ems that she took from MeaganFOUR THINGS YOU USE EVERYDAY:Mark (my Ipod) “Mark, I’m Mark!”PhoneCarToothbrushFOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:Performance ManagerWorship Ministry AssistantClassified Advertising RepIU Telefund caller (for donors and alumni of IU-I’m not sure I could find a worse job) (And yes, Target employee with my Ems, but I thought Telefund just has that nausea when lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1128443792805218332005-10-04T11:23:00.000-05:002005-10-04T11:41:08.760-05:00Why am I the witness?And when I capture it on film will it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?~RENTSo I was sick last week.All week.It was like the neverending sickness. I worked a grand total of 15 hours. And it took till Thursday night for me to realize I even had a fever of over 102. Obviously it’s been a while since I was sick. I realized a couple of important things about myself in a sick lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1126728230570246472005-09-14T15:01:00.000-05:002005-09-14T15:04:27.820-05:00Seems to me I'm exactly where I dreamt I would be And the view from here is Something to see But I need a hand to hold on to If I fall Will you catch me? ~AqualungYou know that feeling when something is wrong, or something is missing, or maybe you’re what’s wrong, or maybe you’re what’s missing. So you lie in bed at night and wonder at what it could be and you wander in your mind to all the lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1126285450625566132005-09-09T11:51:00.000-05:002005-09-09T12:04:10.636-05:00 Last week was our annual work retreat. This year we took a day trip to Maine. I’ve never been anywhere in the New England area, but I have to say there’s something so serene about it I think I could easily live there. The day was a lot of fun. We did a little shopping, ate lobster as you can see, went on a ferry ride, and checked out an amazing lighthouse. I have to say though I could’ve just lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1125680419570394752005-09-02T11:48:00.000-05:002005-09-02T12:01:22.040-05:00The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18 NLT Today is one of those days when I’m so overwhelmed by the hurt I see around me, I don’t even have words to say. But if I could just open my heart, you’d see my prayers. My prayer that your broken heart will heal, my prayer your hurt will go away, my prayer your kids will be ok, my prayer your baby lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1124993083103934422005-08-25T12:50:00.000-05:002005-08-25T13:14:47.770-05:00sometimes amazedsometimes I’m amazed at how beautiful people are. sometimes I’m amazed at how God provides. sometimes I’m amazed at the depth of our brokenness. sometimes I’m amazed at his strength. sometimes I’m amazed he’s still around. sometimes I’m amazed she never stops getting me. sometimes I’m amazed at how someone can turn their back on God so easily. sometimes I’m amazed at how it feels lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1124733761485642482005-08-22T12:56:00.000-05:002005-08-22T13:02:41.493-05:00he is coming to set things right. he is coming to set things straight. he is coming and this is tremendously hard to take in, but our hearts swell and this tide of hope grows and after all of this, after this brokenness, after these tears, after this fury, after this tearing that is life...finally, finally...we will lift up our heads...finally...and the clouds will break...and finally...he who islizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1123192190386045562005-08-04T16:44:00.000-05:002005-08-04T16:52:02.693-05:00Scattered thoughts and clipped conversations of brokenness“I’m sorry. My feelings have changed. But I’ll stay with you tonight. And if you wake up, and you start to cry, wake me and I’ll hold you till I go back to sleep. I’m so sorry.”“Some of my absolute best memories with her, are of me laying in bed and just watching her sleep. For hours. And now, all of that is gone.”“How is it possible to lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1122584236846758042005-07-28T15:54:00.000-05:002005-07-28T15:59:14.700-05:00I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still, or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at the start of a long journey who's conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.~Shawshank RedemptionTonight I’m heading up lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1122411417422384172005-07-26T15:56:00.000-05:002005-07-26T16:04:45.180-05:00While on vacation last week I happened upon a little store in this tiny little town somewhere. I cant tell you what the store was even called, but I can tell you that it was exactly where I was supposed to be. I happened upon a huge box of prints by the artist Brian Andreas. He creates what he calls story people. I loved them immediately. Theyre strange images, childlike in nature with quirky lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1122407946894876052005-07-25T14:58:00.000-05:002005-07-26T14:59:06.896-05:00And in review:“Candy doesn’t have to have a point, that’s why it’s candy.”At the request of a certain friend, who shall remain nameless, ahem, ty, I thought I’d share my thoughts on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I have to say that I was so excited to see just how different it was from the original. B/c if you know me, you know I LOVE the original. But with the two being so completely lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1121979631945248892005-07-21T16:00:00.000-05:002005-07-26T14:58:15.046-05:00So vacation is over. I read thousands of pages, and spent hours on the hammock. I floated on a raft with the mountains behind me, and saw some incredibly beautiful waterfalls. I listened to a lot of music. Nickel Creek's new album of course the highlight there, as well as some Marc Broussard since I couldn't get him out of my head after the concert. I did some shopping, and came home with a printlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1120686961210149092005-07-06T16:53:00.000-05:002005-07-06T16:56:01.216-05:00Carefully maskedShe took the mask off and for the first time I saw what she was really like. He took the mask off and I realized I wasn’t a little kid anymore. They took their masks off and I knew that I didn’t want to be like them. He took his mask off and it made me sad. He took his mask off and the tears I cried were as much for him as they were for me. They took their masks off and I was lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1120235844176205542005-07-01T11:37:00.000-05:002005-07-01T11:59:15.670-05:00I didn't hear you say you're sorryFault must be mineI wish you all the best of luck in findingSomebody more like you~Nickel CreekI’m been having a hard time with words these days. Maybe everyone does at one point or another. But I’m used to being able to at least sit down and write and say what I’m feeling. Lately, I haven’t even been able to do that. I got out of a relationship about 2 months lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1119389561422497082005-06-21T16:12:00.000-05:002005-06-21T16:34:05.513-05:00If I Ruled the WorldB/c Ems asked for it:If I Ruled the World...And could dictate how people spend their free time, at least a little of it...A Meme by Katie P.Movies I would make everyone watch at least once: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Garden State, Good Will Hunting, American Beauty, Lost in Translation, A Beautiful Mind, Finding Neverland, lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1119299169782565082005-06-20T15:24:00.000-05:002005-06-20T15:26:09.800-05:00You know we all hover between apathy and compassion We fill up all our days with so much distraction It makes it easier not to see what we don’t want to But we all live here We all live here We all live lonely~The Be Good TanyasBeen in a bit of a funk lately. Thought some family time would do the trick. No luck. Maybe vacation will help but that’s still a couple weeks off. If I didn’t have to lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1118780078492505502005-06-14T15:11:00.000-05:002005-06-14T15:16:28.540-05:00ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!You’ve just got to “gitchoosome”.I just need to pause for a brief moment here and paint you a little picture on the state of the music industry. While listening with a co-worker to a little Rascal Flatts in his office, he got a pop-up from a new artist on CMT.com. Cowboy Troy. That’s right, his name is Cowboy Troy and he’s an African-American country singer. The issue is not lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1118432461824619542005-06-10T14:40:00.000-05:002005-06-10T15:05:56.733-05:00And our next model Laura will show us that the color brown is in regardless of the season!Yesterday, Menny and I worked an event for the GIA (Girls Intelligence Agency) which is a group based out of California. Apparently at the last minute, they realized that they didn’t have some to essentially run the event and got in touch with the Marketing group we work with that’s based out of Chicago. Ourlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1115924798037106042005-05-12T14:03:00.000-05:002005-05-12T14:07:51.170-05:00“i think about it sometimes. i think we would have been happy, broke, and we'd have the most cluttered closets in America." ~j.c.I try not to play the what-if game too often. I think that things happen for a reason, good and bad so playing the what-if game discounts what God has planned for my life. And it takes away from the decisions that I’ve made- good or bad that have shaped who I am. Today lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1115746873427060742005-05-10T12:41:00.000-05:002005-05-10T12:42:23.646-05:006-15-04 One day, somebody woke up and said to themself "I'm going to steal two corn skewers today. Only two, though, no more." I tip my hat to that person. Sometimes you just need to laugh. I ended up on this website (http://www.wam.umd.edu/~anthony/) of a guy who simply posts random pictures with captions. I’ve been sitting here laughing to the point of crying for the last 30 minutes. It’s greatlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1115673361368764622005-05-09T16:05:00.000-05:002005-05-09T16:16:01.470-05:00Pass me be, I’ll be fine. Just give me time….I long.To be held-To be loved-To be understood-To be accepted-To have someone find me beautiful at my very worst-To love in return-To give-To cry-To worship-To laugh a lot-To travel-To see-To listen-To be missed-To really listen-To be silent-To touch-To be touched-To feel protected-To feel complete-To fill that void-To see Jesus everywhere all the lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1115328308690630642005-05-05T16:20:00.000-05:002005-05-05T16:26:09.910-05:00All alone in my kitchen, all alone in my head.Some things you can't take back once they've been said.Don't know what this love is for.All I know is I don't want it anymore.Now you'd think that I should've known better.I, I should have seen it comin'My heart sayin', when I read that letter,"Sink like a stone; sink like a stone."~Nickel CreekSome things never change. I was down in Bloomington this lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1115156367590150412005-05-03T16:39:00.000-05:002005-05-03T16:53:29.300-05:00There's a certain kind of pain that can numb you.There's a type of freedom that can tie you down.Sometimes the unexplained can define you,And sometimes, silence is the only sound.~c. thileI talked with a close friend yesterday about the idiosyncrasies that make us who we are. Those things about ourselves that sometimes we hate so much b/c somehow we think it makes us less than adequate. I’ve lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1115062180617950332005-05-02T14:17:00.000-05:002005-05-02T14:34:06.503-05:00I guess I know better nowThat few things ever goThe way that we mean anyhowAnd that’s better I suppose~t. golden http://www.ellerymusic.com/This is who I am.I’m passionate- about life and music and the people I care about the most.I’m introspective- perhaps too much at times, but I’m always wondering what’s going on underneath the surface.I’m happy- it takes very little.I’m strong- even when I lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1114789592036457572005-04-29T10:44:00.000-05:002005-04-29T10:54:22.676-05:00I forgot what it felt like to not be enough for someone.It makes my heart hurt.A lot.lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1114542172469975022005-04-26T13:54:00.000-05:002005-04-26T14:03:53.846-05:00Elizabeth and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week Top 10#10. I should be getting off work in 2 hours to travel to Portsmouth, OH to see my very favorite group in the entire world, Nickel Creek, with one of my very favorite people in the entire world Pretty. However it’s renewals and the opening night of Riverdance so she couldn’t “in good conscience” let me off work. So instead I’m lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1114191802869539162005-04-22T12:35:00.000-05:002005-04-22T12:43:22.870-05:00A song to singWhen I was a little girl, one of my absolute favorite places to play was my closet. I know it sounds strange, but it’s true. I had a walk-in closet at the big white house in Charlottesville that I would spend hours in. Doing puzzles or napping or reading. I loved it there. Today, what I want to do more than anything in the world is crawl in that closet and go to sleep. Please don’t lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1114113450646341462005-04-21T14:53:00.000-05:002005-04-21T14:57:30.646-05:00Reason #823 Why My Little Sister is the Coolest 11-Year-Old in the World:Emily: I need a boyfriend.Me: No, you don’t. I didn’t have one till jr. high and I don’t think I kissed anyone till I was 15.Emily: Really? I don’t need to kiss anyone. I just need a boyfriend. Everyone else has one.Me: No, you don’t need one. Why do you need one?Emily: Because everyone does and they buy you things off of lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1114030840218209232005-04-20T15:44:00.000-05:002005-04-20T16:52:12.140-05:00Have you seen my other shoe?I’ve lost 2 flip-flops. That’s right. 2. You’d think, ok, Liz, 1 pair is not bad. But it’s not 1 pair. It’s ½ of 2 pair. And it’s completely screwed up 2 of my favorite pairs of flip-flops. How did I do that? If you’ve seen my shoe collection, you’d say, well I KNOW how you did that. There’s not a lot of organization involved. But I still don’t understand where 2 shoeslizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1113857521974063192005-04-18T15:43:00.000-05:002005-04-18T15:52:25.313-05:00Top 10 for Monday#10. I got to start the day with a 5 minute voice mail from one of our favorite subscribers, J. E. (who upon bringing her money in for renewal last year promptly peed on the floor b/c she couldn’t make it to the bathroom) She was calling to tell me 100 different times how she couldn’t get her money to us by the deadline because she doesn’t get paid till May but maybe we could lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1113778672104967152005-04-17T17:36:00.000-05:002005-04-17T17:57:52.106-05:00She knew her Daddy gave her the present. she knew she had to handle it carefully. She knew she couldn't do it alone. That's why she kept giving it back to him and telling him she just didn't feel ready. Then he really gave it to her. And she had no idea the joy she would receive from such an amazing gift. She wanted to take it with her everywhere she went. She wanted to experience everything all lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1113335971865615562005-04-12T14:57:00.000-05:002005-04-12T15:08:48.853-05:00“You can’t teach somebody to really dance.”~The Catcher in the RyeElphaba walks into the ball and everyone turns and stares at her. She glances around at them pretending not to notice that they’ve all stopped dancing to watch what she’s going to do next. She knows she doesn’t fit in. She knows she’s alone. But she walks down the steps into the crowds of people and starts to dance. It’s a dance lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1112806297978614052005-04-06T11:51:00.000-05:002005-04-06T11:56:03.786-05:00Cause you can't jump the trackWe're like cars on a cableAnd life's like an hourglass glued to the table,No one can find the rewind button boys so cradle your head in your handsAnd breathe, just breathe, whoa breathe just breatheThere's a light at the end of this tunnel you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be outAnd these mistakes you've madeYou'll just make them again if you'll lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1112721225815531012005-04-05T12:02:00.000-05:002005-04-05T12:15:14.043-05:00Once, there was a little girl whose daddy loved her more than anything in the world. She didn’t understand that very well though. She never really tried either. She just assumed that he did, and that he’d always take care of her. Then he gave her a present. He knew that she didn’t really know how much he loved her. And he knew that she wasn’t ready for this present. But maybe just maybe on a muchlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1112375804659604182005-04-01T12:14:00.000-05:002005-04-01T19:18:54.413-05:00But I know I’m who I am today because I knew you…In honor of one of my very best friend’s 27th Birthday whom I can’t be with today due to that 4 hour drive between us…27 of my Favorite Memories with my Pretty:#27. Getting called out on our knocking skills by Brenda Lang. Apparently we’ve got some wrist twisting issues that cause issue when attempting the advanced choreography of Solid Rock ’96.lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1112295415565410842005-03-31T13:52:00.000-05:002005-03-31T14:51:32.016-05:00Holding my heart out and clutching it too…"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to where ever your secret heartlizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1111962795961272332005-03-27T17:31:00.000-05:002005-03-27T17:33:15.963-05:00So i've discovered something about myself. When I'm very tired, I get a little bit needy and a little more insecure than normal. I'm not so much a needy person, so I guess it shouldn't bother me as much as I let it. You'd think that when I'm super tired the best thing for me to do would be to be by myself and that after almost 27 years of being alive I'd recognize this and just go to bed. But lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1111003400018979862005-03-16T14:56:00.000-05:002005-03-16T15:03:20.020-05:00still HolyI remember when I was a kid and we took a family vacation down to Mammoth Cave. I think caves are neat, and always wanted to go spelunking. Probably b/c of all those Trixie Belden books I read, but I digress… The first thing you notice is the way your skin feels. The temperature drops the further down you go, and somehow even in the driest of caves it feels like everything is just lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1110231695617815892005-03-07T16:40:00.000-05:002005-03-07T16:41:35.623-05:00Sod fields, salt mines, what's the difference?Today I’m not so much a fan of people. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I tried to better my mood with a nice shower that I might add was the first shower in months and months that didn’t involve me trying to dodge the needle like water pellets, or get out with my floor all soaked. That is b/c my dear Matthew heard me complain about lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1109289753957141352005-02-24T18:59:00.000-05:002005-02-24T19:02:33.960-05:00Maybe February's not so bad(Warning, sappy girly story ahead....)Have you ever prayed for something for so long, that when God blesses you with it you're so overwhelmed you don't know how to respond? I've met someone. That's right, the eternally single Liz has met someone. Ok, so I didn't just meet him. I met him this summer. We've been friends for a while now. He's great. He's not the type that lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1107807738376850302005-02-07T15:18:00.000-05:002005-02-07T15:22:18.376-05:00I hate February.
Somehow I thought that maybe since last year I was pretty burnt out on my job, and pretty burnt out on life in general, that that was the precise reason I hated February and this year would be different.
I was wrong.
My mood started going downhill about Tuesday and this week is no better. Not that it’s a bad mood, or really a sad mood. Just an off mood. I wanted to blame it lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1106776212484114252005-01-26T16:47:00.000-05:002005-01-26T16:51:18.493-05:00What Brought the House Down
I discovered a new band today. Well not really me personally, someone else discovered them, and played them for me, and I think they’re great. I figure that’s as good a reason as any to blog again don’t you think? Yeah, so I’ve been a slacker. I guess I haven’t had much to say. Nope, that’s not true. I’ve been writing a lot, just not here. I’ve been really busy at lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1103231024556636152004-12-16T15:49:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:03:44.556-05:00It's not what a man does that determines whether his work is sacred or secular.It is why he does it.The motive is everything.~a.w. tozer i've lost a bit of focus as of late. i don't know if it's everything around me or if i've just shifted my gaze enough to start to stumble. either way, it's funny how sometimes it takes a big wave of emotion, regardless of the capacity, to awaken my feelings for lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1103229989356399532004-12-14T15:21:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:49:20.253-05:00Maybe....
Maybe he needs me more than I need him. Maybe I'm supposed to see what I want. Maybe I'm supposed to pray for him. Maybe I'll open up more. Maybe I'm getting ahead of things. Maybe I can never catch up. Maybe it won't always be this hard. Maybe it will. Maybe sooner will be sooner than later. Maybe love will last longer than longing. Maybe lonely isn't so bad. Maybe lonely only gets lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1100301374392466582004-11-11T16:12:00.000-05:002004-11-12T18:16:14.393-05:00For now...
I met someone last night, and it’s left me feeling a little more introspective today. For those of you who know me, no I didn’t MEET someone, I just met someone, but for some reason it really messed with my head. I’m not the type of girl to meet someone and immediately be interested. In fact, I’m more of the type to think of someone as a possibility and then spend every moment I talk lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1100017263807912722004-11-09T11:21:00.000-05:002004-11-09T11:23:07.533-05:00
I don't think I've ever been as excited about a movie remake as I am with this one right here. That's not something you'd normally here me say either b/c I don't really think a lot of movies need to be remade. This one especially. It's already in my top 2 easy. Most days I'd probably even say it was flat out my number 1 favorite. I guess that makes me a little strange, seeing as it is a pretty lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1099688115689006722004-11-05T15:52:00.000-05:002004-11-05T15:58:17.730-05:00Maybe I'll go to the movies, a comedy would be ideal.
I know that probably won't happen
Cause this made up town is far too real.
-C. Thile
I realize I haven’t blogged since I went to NYC. I’ve wanted to a couple times. But I felt like it was a trip that needed a decent explanation, and even now 3 weeks later I’m not sure I’m ready for that. It was a great weekend, don’t get me wrong. That’s not lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1097860079161914972004-10-15T13:07:00.000-05:002004-10-15T12:12:55.196-05:00
It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
-- Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
Had an interesting discussion with a VIP in my life. She's recently met someone new, and we talked a while about singleness and the things that we've learned in our lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1097532209114928452004-10-11T16:59:00.000-05:002004-10-11T17:03:29.113-05:00Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
So last night I went to the Nickel Creek/Howie Day concert. It was one of the best evenings I’ve had in a really long time. There’s not much better than spending an entire evening laughing and listening to amazing music. Great, Great, Great. I do have to say lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1096667718487139742004-10-01T16:50:00.000-05:002004-10-01T16:55:18.486-05:00Fill your ears with every note
Direction seems the only hope
It's cloud and let's create now
Do no wrong
This song has been haunting me for the last day so I thought I’d share it. I love songs that I hear 3 lines of and know it’s going to stick in my head and play over and over until I really process what I think it means and what it makes me feel. This is one of those songs. I’d tell you how lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1096579677345874982004-09-30T16:16:00.000-05:002004-09-30T16:32:14.766-05:00And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free....
Top 10 fun things about my life right now.
10. Started a new FISH group. It’s great and I have normal single friends again that don’t all have the name Menny. (No offense to my marrieds or nearly so that I love, or to my Menny who is the best single person in the world…)
9. I’ve finally found someone who enjoys watching ER with me. After alllizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1096403390479907482004-09-28T15:27:00.000-05:002004-09-28T15:29:50.480-05:00The sea was calling to him.
Lately I’ve felt almost like I have so much going on in my mind that I should do nothing but write for weeks to get it all out. My thoughts are going a million different places at once and there don’t seem to be enough hours in the day to really get them all out. Have you ever felt like you realized suddenly life was this adventure you’d been missing out on all theselizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1094137951668090092004-09-02T10:11:00.000-05:002004-09-02T10:12:31.666-05:00And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.
I recently found someone again. I don’t mean someone who disappeared or moved away. It was just someone who was lost. There for months, her boat was taking on water. I watched, and I prayed that the lighthouse would offer enough light that she could keep her lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629829.post-1093013102263855912004-08-19T09:42:00.000-05:002004-08-20T09:45:02.263-05:00I saw an old friend yesterday. It was a friend that I haven’t seen in a long time, and we only had an hour to talk. I was humored by the little things I still say that I didn’t realize came from him. We laughed over old stories and talked about what was happening in our lives now. He’s beginning a new stage and moving away and the spontaneous visit meant more to me than I could probably explain lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795414071189067745noreply@blogger.com1