birthdays and fairy bushes

it's my daddy's birthday. And he had hisself a party. And it was actually fun and lots of ppl came. Even this one family that I had truly never seen before in my life. Weird. There were two guys who we've known forever. They go to Christian Assembly and we havn't been there since I was three. Kinda scary. So Mr. Carr came with his four girls in tow so Kristen and I walked about and sat in the shade of her van. I ate lots of junk food that made me realatively sick and also threw the frisbee with Erika Ladd and astounded her with my age and driving capabilites.

Oh... and I'm going to War Cry!!! it's official. I turned in my money and there's no turning back. I'm excited. I couldn't go the past two years so I missed everyones bad war crys. So this year has to be good. I'm either gonna room with Kristen, or if she isn't going with Rachel Mangum. When I'm there I want to hang out with all sorts of ppl. With Claire from OFY and my whirlwinds and my group and lauren and Alexandra and new people and yeah... It better be good. I might be in both dances. hehe. that might be fun.

ok, so ya know how Lauren is my little buddy at youth group? well she is. Anyways, I was thinking about it today and I think that she has probably been to my house possibly more than any of my friends ever have. Maybe Caitlyn White has been over more b/c I've known her litteraly all my life, but I never see her any more. I remember Lauren's fourth birthday party at Ken's beach house. I remember when she was I suppose three and she would freak out when her mom wasn't in the room. she'd fidget with her fingers and freak out. Ha! I think it's really quite interesting.

I'm just sitting here. sitting, and my heart must be beating and all, but I feel it in my ankles. It's not quite a steady beat and it feels rather odd. Yesterday I landed on the outside of one of my feet and totally feel on the ground. It was kind of scary. Didn't really hurt though. throb... throb... my ankles... they're still beating.
why beating? why not pulsing, or pushing, or bopping?

I got my first sunburn of 2005 today. Not bad or anything. I plan on getting much more. Last summer I did not get even the slightest bit tan at all on my body. No tan lines or anything. THis summer the sun and I will become friends. At least enough for me to get one good burn and be done with it. I'm not obsessed with getting tan like some ppl I know, but they have rubbed off on my enough that I would enjoy being tan if that were possible. at present I'm resigned to my fate.

Mess is surrounding me right now. My room is a mess, my house is a mess, and my family is pretty much a mess. goodness. Now is a time that I am oh so thankful for dance. It means leaving my house five days a week, driving all by myself and going somewhere no one else in my family goes. None of my friends are there, but that's ok. Those girls are my friends, they just aren't my best ones. On Saturday the power went out. That was fun. We just sat around for about an hour and I talked to Kristen on the phone for awhile.

Last week on the way home from dance there were these pink bushes that were so pretty. So I'd watch them instead of the road and hope there were no cars. One the bushes were all pink and just two days later all of the petals were gone.

fairy growths
pink petals
delicate as raindrops
eachone individual
all join together
to make something breathtaking
you glance, then gaze
trying to inhale the beauty
the clean, fresh life
picturesque but powerful
oh what I would do
to envelope that picture
bring it into myself
to be able to gaze forever
just bushes on a hillside
but capped with tiny miracles
baby blossoms open
up to the wide blue sky
the bird chirps it's two notes
over and over again
a roar and a plane soars by
oblivious...
to the tiny miracles perched on that hill
passed every day by thousands
how many see?
seven, six, three
pass once more and look again
half the petals fallen
pass again and look once more
the pink has turned to green
so many miracles in this life
life... full of living
open your eyes, don't just pass
inhale the beaty into your soul
so when your souls in a cloud
bring it out to breathe once more