.... Awk.

I realize I failed to finish the previous countdown in a timely manner that I had been hoping one.

A direct result of my birth landing during finals... Not the most looked forward time of the year... there were some extreme mixed feelings...

Shaky interwebs on the homefront hasn't helped much in any case.

However, do not let such shoddy attentiveness be a direct reflection of my blog.

It is also time for my brain to nap. Although it is not yet "late" I just went through finals.. give a poor college student a break, eh?

The. End.

6 Random Ways I'm Undoubtedly Hardcore.

We has one mo week.

Untill then, I wish to discuss how hardcore I am.

Six ways to be exact.

Don't get the Idea I'm only hardcore in these specific six ways, however for the sake of following the countdown theme.. blah blah blah...

1. Because I live Hardcore.
     You know what they say; "If you wannabe hardcore, you gotta live hardcore."

2. Because I like walking barefoot.
     I realize that there are times when it is simply more appropriate to wear shoes, so I hesitantly cover my feet. However It's not my first choice. I'm also aware that my feet sometimes look awkward, but we shall ignore that fact.

3. Because the Bible tells me so.
     The Bible says "I am fearfully and wonderfully made." (Psalm 139:14) That sounds pretty hardcore to me. I don't know about you..

4. I have a secret Identity.
     SSssssshhhhhhhhh.......

5. I make fudge hardcore...ly
     Okay.. sometimes it's not all of the "hard" part.. more like ... "gooey-corely" ...

6. I dress hardcore (whilst cleaning my room)
     It is not at all uncommon to see me wearing a Jayne Cobb hat and goggles one minute while I'm cleaning my room, then come in five minutes later to me wearing my cape and have feathers stuck in my hair... (Yeah, I'm an adult.)

Well, that's my secret. Now you know. I'm hardcore to the bone.

7 Random Reasons That I am Nothing Like Princess Ariel.

Blah blah blah.. this countdown continues... Blah blah blah...

Anyway

There's been a lot of comparison as to how I AM like certain Disney princesses, and I want to make something clear. I'm not like every bratty princess out there. In fact, I'm pretty much only like the two I mentioned. And, to prove my point I shall go on to provide 7 ways that I am nothing like the Disney princess Ariel.



However, I'll tell you I could come up with a myriad more reasons we're nothin' alike. I'm merely sticking to seven for the purpose of the countdown...

Anywhoes

1! Ariel thinks she can sing.
     I, on the other hand, know that I cannot sing. I do not claim otherwise, in the least. In fact, I would be the bird they're putting out of it's misery.

2! Ariel wears bikini's
     Actually... that's not even a bikini, that's a couple of seashells... I do not have a bikini body, nor would I wear underpants as a bathing suit if I did. Don't get me wrong, I don't exactly spill out on the beach in late 19th century bathing suit get-up. But I try to have a sense of modesty.

3! Ariel can swim.
     My entire life I've not been a very good swimmer. However, in recent year I have shown some improvement. I've learned how to tread water.

4! Ariel is a whiny little brat.
     Yeah, I know I have my moments. But seriously, I'm not that bad...

5! Ariel is tiny!
     I'm a Barbra-Jean type. I could crush her with one swing of my hips. Pretty much no exaggeration.

6! She lacks common sense.
     (In my notes for this post I used the word "stupid" however, I decided to use a nicer word... ) Anyway, did she really think that that witch octopus lady was going to give her what she wanted? In a nice way? I mean, frsrsly, what a fool!

7! She is a mermaid.
     Probably the most obvious. However, it's very very true. I do not have the body of a fish.

To those of you who love Ariel, and aren't partial to my "dissing" her in any way. I am sorry for you.

However, smiles and hugs and kisses and puppy-dog tails and unicorns and rainbows and butterflies and all things sickeningly happy.

The End.

8 Random Reasons why I am like the Disney Princess Rapunzel.

The countdown continues... blah blah blah. (As seen in previous posts.. look it up...)

Today I compare myself to the Disnefied Rapunzel. Obviously not the original Grimm Brother's story.. I'm not thirteen and/or have ever been pretty much raped and now pregg'ers with twins whilst my baby daddy is wondering the woods with his eyes gouged out.

(Yes, the story really does follow that general path...)

ANYWAYYSSS.......

*Cough*

Disnefied version...

1. Rapunzel is barefoot the entire movie. 
     Again, I feel this speaks for itself. Usually I'm barefoot or wearing sandals/flip-flops. And, if I'm not, I want to be.

2. She has a thing for the color Purple.
     It doesn't really take long to figure out I absolutely adore the color Purple. I wear it nearly everyday.. (I'm wearing purple at the moment actually...)

3. She talks to herself.
     I talk to myelf. My elf? Um, I don't have an elf... I mean self... my SELF. I talk to my SELF!! If I talked to an imaginary elf that wasn't there... *whew* then we'd have a real issue on our hands...

4. Her best friend is someone you can't see all of the time.
     Take that however you want...

5. She has BIG eyes.
     I have been told that I have big eyes. However, I've also been told they weren't THAT impressive. So I'll leave this up for interpretation...

6. She likes to paint.
     I really really like painting. Whether or not what I put my hand to come out pretty, I really enjoy doing it. I also get rather excited and adrenalated (<I made up a word.) when painting.. It's like a drug.. (No, it's not the fumes.. my paints aren't that strong..)

7. She is good with a frying pan.
     I've growed up in the country.. However, my first weapon of choice to actually harm a living person with would not be a gun. I choose... FRYING PAN! And, most likely I would already be frying up a piece of bacon or something in it at the time.. It's already handy, and ready to melt someone's face off.

8. She can be a real blonde sometimes, even though she's not a natural blonde.
     I'm not saying I dye my hair.. but I have one of those weird.. not brown not blonde heads... Sometimes I'm really smart. Others I'm an idiot...

And that be thats.

The End.

Merry Christmas.

9 Random Reasons I'm a girl misplaced in time.

The countdown continues... If you do not know to which countdown I speak, refer to my last blog post.

Today I want to explain how there is no way I belong in this day and age. Though there are many numerous reasons I shall attempt to only provide nine, as specified in the discription.



1. In comparison with all the other young ladies out there, I'm an old lady.
     From the way I dress, to the way I talk, to my expectations of others. Apparently I'm just too old.

2. My language.
     Not only the fact that I try to avoid using "idk" and/or "btw" but the foulness of language looming in the air nowadays disgusts me. It just sounds gross. Completely unrefined. And, a HUGE turn off... Many many more consider this a notion that's just too far gone for today's society, or just unrealistic, I say they're just dumb.

3. My morals.
     I am what many would consider "backwoods" and "old-fashioned" when it comes to many many many things. I have been called a "prude" multiple times.

4. Old people like me.
     I'm honestly not sure why on this one. But I know a lot of older people that really like me. It's too bad none of the have billionaire grandson's to marry off. 

5. My Ideals.
     AGAIN, many find it odd, old fashioned, and I've even heard it called "selfish" to want to get married, have children, and stay at home caring for said children. (In that order!) Ihonestly don't know how someone found that "selfish" but I have heard it called such.... 0.o

6. I would rather listen to a radio station playing old hymns than modern "Christian pop"
     It's true... Not that I really have anything against Christian pop. I just like old worship songs. I'm traditional like that.

7. I'm not going to ask a guy out.
     Even though I MIGHT have asked a guy to a dance earlier this year.... *cough* Sadie Hawkins *cough* Girls ask the guys *cough* (always a surprise)

8. I generally prefer old movies.
     From Fred and Ginger to Charlie Chaplan. I just prefer the oldies.

9. I wear a pocket watch, and carry a fan.
     It's true. I do. I've spoken of my fan club before.

And that, my friends, (all three readers) is why I do not truly belong to this generation.

10 Random Reasons I'm like Princess Rose/Aurora

Hello. It's my birthday soon.... ish.

As a countdown thingy majig I'm counting the ways I am like something or another.

Today, it is ten ways I am like the Princess Aurora, as depicted my Disney.

1. She walks barefoot in the woods. 
     I don't feel I need to elaborate more on this one.

2. Her only friends are animals.
     ......
     ..........

3. Her Prince (Philip) is (In my opinion) a Van Johnson look-a-like.
     I've always liked Van Johnson.

4. She has blonde hair.
     I... kinda have blonde hair.

5. She's clumsy,
     I mean fo real, the girl just pricks her finger on a spindle! I would do that!

6. She has a beeeautiful singing voice.
     ..... Oh, yeah. Never mahnd.

6.5 She wonders a lot.
     "Wonder" not "wander" though I do both. 

7. She grew up in the woods!
     I grew up in the woods too!!!

8. She meets a guy once and falls in love with him.
     Yep. I've done that. . . . It's too bad he's currently on tour with his Irish band and has no remembrance of me.. :'(

9. She's pale.
     I've got this one in the bag!!

10. People tend to think she's older than she really is.
     I mean, she was 15 at the beginning of the movie!! Nobody remembers that detail! RAPUNZEL was older than her, but people seem to remember Aurora as being older. I've been asked what I'm majoring in by mothers since I was 14... :/

In Christ Alone.

Though the words are not my own, the prayer, the cry, and the confession reflect that of my heart.

In Christ alone my hope is found,

He is my light, my strength, my song;

this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,

firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, what depths of peace,

when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!

My Comforter, my All in All,

here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! who took on flesh

Fulness of God in helpless babe!

This gift of love and righteousness

Scorned by the ones he came to save:

Till on that cross as Jesus died,

The wrath of God was satisfied -

For every sin on Him was laid;

Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay

Light of the world by darkness slain:

Then bursting forth in glorious Day

Up from the grave He rose again!

And as He stands in victory

Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,

For I am His and He is mine -

Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,

This is the power of Christ in me;

From life's first cry to final breath.

Jesus commands my destiny.

No power of hell, no scheme of man,

Can ever pluck me from His hand;

Till He returns or calls me home,

Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.