tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17431666699780814852024-03-05T03:40:42.961-05:00Lipstick On My TeethA Socially Awkward Blogthegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-85502590315609332582012-01-19T23:39:00.006-05:002012-01-20T00:35:01.024-05:00Bad at blogging, but I have big news!<div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left; ">So I officially fail at being a "good blogger" but I have some really big news I felt the need to share with my blog, even though no one probably reads it. Actually, I have two pieces of big news:</span></div><div><div><div>1. I'm engaged!! :D</div><div>2. I'm a college graduate!</div><div>I know, very exciting stuff right?!?!</div><div>Now for the obligatory ring picture:</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6LVuYsGXZ3RNg61YzgAEQxONcUYCikWU4rEHmuQ7y1FcpqlzagPa1-BFzoVn2QrseYBkVNyhcBUUV9k9tnD5AOZLl1KPVKtF-Meg_ywPxuqyv58VkCakKNCFDOj3s4shNtyKUeEHAm0/s320/ring1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699569907922172546" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">It's pink!!! I absolutely love it :) I love the man who gave it to me even more. He picked it out all by himself and completely surprised me with this beautiful antique ring. I probably would have loved anything he picked out (I have a bit of an affinity for sparkly and/or shiny things) but he really found a ring that captured my personal style, and of course he planned a wonderfully sweet proposal. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What? You want to hear about the proposal my non-existent reader? Alright, if you insist:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We had a "Christmas-y" day planned; (this was December 4th) we were going to see <i>Elf</i> (probably my favorite Christmas movie) at a small, old movie theater in my hometown, go ice skating, and see Mannheim Steamroller at Shea's (fancy theater downtown). Mike met me at church and afterwards we grabbed some breakfast at one of my favorite coffee shops across the street from the Palace movie theater. We ran across the street and caught the movie just as it was beginning. After the movie, we walked to our cars (we had drove separately since he met me at church) and he told me to wait to get in my car, handing me a wrapped Christmas present from his car. It was a copy of <i>Elf</i> on DVD; on the inside of the wrapping paper he had written "Guess what? You're prettier to me than anyone ELF" (the first of many puns I would read that day). Then, we drove to my apartment to drop off my car and when I got into his car he asked me if I was sure I knew where we were going because he didn't have the GPS, he told me to check the glovebox to prove his point. (eventhough I believed him) I quickly opened the glove box and he was right, no GPS, and closed it up. He told me to open it again; I was a little confused, but I opened it, and saw that there was another wrapped Christmas present in it. It was a Frank Sinatra Christmas CD, and another cute pun written on the wrapping paper, "Let me be FRANK with you: You're beautiful!" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We listened to good old blue eyes on the drive downtown. By the time we found a parking spot, we realized there wasn't much time for Ice Skating (not to mention Buffalo has been having this bizarr-o winter and it was 40 degrees out) so we decided to skip the rink and just find our seats for the show. After the concert we walked down past the ice rink, even though it was closed at this point, to look at the Christmas lights. Then we enjoyed a nice dinner at a Greek Restaurant called Ambrosia. We were going to drive around and look at Christmas lights, but it was getting pretty late and I had papers to grade, so we headed back to my apartment. We got into the apartment and put on the Christmas lights and some Christmas music. I sat down on the couch to start grading papers. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Mike kept asking me if I'd be more comfortable grading papers in my room, if I always graded them on the couch, and other strange questions (this is the point where I should have started to suspect something.) Finally he just said in a rather determined sort of way "Let's go in your room." to which I replied "Okay" in that confused, drawn out manner and gathered my papers. Almost as soon as we got into my room he left, shutting the door and telling me not to peek (this is the point where I should have really started to suspect something.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After a few minutes he told me I could come out. As I reentered the living room, he told me Santa had come, and there were seven presents under my tree with seven packets of Land-O-Lakes flavored hot chocolate on each. He told me what order to open them in and I began unwrapping the first present. It was season one of Gilmore Girls (one of my favorite shows) on DVD, this had a rather lengthy note on it, which I won't reproduce here, but it did say that since I am willing to watch anime with him, he is willing to watch my favorite shows too. I haven't decided if I'll make him watch Gilmore Girls with me or not, but it was definitely a sweet sentiment. The puns didn't stop there either this one had "I love you! And I'm not Lore-lying!" If you haven't guessed yet, the other six gifts were the other six seasons of Gilmore Girls, with more sweet sentimental notes, detailing his feelings on his "Year of Wooing Mandy", the first time we held hands, our first real date, all ending with a final note thanking me for all that I am to him and all that I mean to him. Instead of a Gilmore Girls character name pun (which I was quite impressed with by the way) this one ended with "Now, come see me under the mistletoe. I have one more present for you. ;)" This whole time I had been asking him what he was going to do for Christmas, and what all this was for, I was still completely clueless for some reason as I moved to meet him under the mistletoe, expecting nothing more than a kiss (yes, I realize how clearly clueless I was at this point.) I went to kiss him as he was stepping away and telling me to close my eyes, I was still confused and protested, explaining that mistletoe was for kissing. He told me he would kiss me and to close my eyes and pucker up and I acquiesced. He kissed me and told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. When I opened my eyes he was on one knee with this gorgeous ring in this gorgeous box, he asked me to marry him. (he even googled which knee to get down on!!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The next few moments are sort of a blur of complete jubilation. I remember the first words out of my mouth were something really silly and not "yes!" and I hugged him so tightly. (He tells me that he thinks my silly words were something like "It's [the ring] so beautiful!") I remember feeling his heart pounding against my chest and feeling so warm. Then remembering to say "Yes!" and getting to put the ring on and smiles and tears and warmth and joy just exploding in that moment. I was giddy, I was ecstatic, I was possibly a little crazed, but I felt amazing, everything felt amazing, it felt so right. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I managed to call both sets of my parents and tell the news, and once my stepmom found out I had to tell Facebook since she already had, and grade about two papers. I didn't sleep much that night and I'm pretty sure my jaw hurt the next morning from finally falling asleep with a smile plastered on my face. The next day I probably didn't even need my morning coffee, and I'm sure my students were wondering why on earth anyone could possibly be so excited about Freytag's Pyramid and eight in the morning, I swear I could have been giddy about teaching sentence diagramming that day if I wanted to. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am so excited I get to begin this wonderful journey with the love of my life. I couldn't possibly be more blessed. Hopefully it will inspire me to start blogging more, I'm sure I'll want to tell about all the wedding details and DIY that I'm doing. Then again, considering my track record, maybe not.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">-Mandy</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-46782377479384597872011-07-14T18:23:00.003-04:002011-07-14T18:28:55.738-04:00Getting Ready for the End...I've been spending the past couple days preparing for the premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt. 2 tonight... I never thought I'd be seeing the 8th Harry Potter movie, or that I'd be nearly 22 years old when it came out! I've been with Harry for more than half my life! But it's not really over is it... ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282431_2250922716849_1361670021_2641015_4504362_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282431_2250922716849_1361670021_2641015_4504362_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261987_2248808223988_1361670021_2638229_2205954_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261987_2248808223988_1361670021_2638229_2205954_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264672_2248807903980_1361670021_2638227_1890424_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264672_2248807903980_1361670021_2638227_1890424_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/269075_2241567282969_1361670021_2628679_4945548_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/269075_2241567282969_1361670021_2628679_4945548_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The shirt is for my boyfriend to wear, I will of course be going as a Ravenclaw student :)thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-37987160914406631172011-06-20T23:03:00.007-04:002011-06-21T00:00:39.266-04:00Father's DayI met my family at Niagara Falls for a lovely father's day picnic :) I thought I'd share some shots my stepmom took!<br /><br />I wasn't present when this first picture was taken but I thought I'd show you a pic of the falls in all their glory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/265087_235442576469294_100000106593786_1056372_7480262_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/265087_235442576469294_100000106593786_1056372_7480262_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My dad, my sisters Reilly and Taylor, and I on the first of the Three Sisters Islands (look three sisters on the Three Sisters!!) they are really cool very beautiful little islands above the Falls with lots of little paths to explore (though it is "recommended" that you stay on the paved trails) A little gem that's a must visit if you go to Niagara Falls!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262053_235442866469265_100000106593786_1056382_2062213_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262053_235442866469265_100000106593786_1056382_2062213_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />There was a little spot on the third island where you could actually step into the water, without getting swept away by the treacherous rapids (though it's technically not allowed)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/253399_235442983135920_100000106593786_1056386_6392926_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/253399_235442983135920_100000106593786_1056386_6392926_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a view of the falls you don't see everyday, directly above them!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254531_235442946469257_100000106593786_1056385_2372088_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254531_235442946469257_100000106593786_1056385_2372088_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A veiw of the rapids through the trees from one of the Three Sisters Islands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262266_235443163135902_100000106593786_1056394_517089_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262266_235443163135902_100000106593786_1056394_517089_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aww aren't my parents cute? (I took this one)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264221_235443183135900_100000106593786_1056395_3718453_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264221_235443183135900_100000106593786_1056395_3718453_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Playing Apples to Apples near the rapids:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264129_235443206469231_100000106593786_1056396_7846012_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264129_235443206469231_100000106593786_1056396_7846012_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />After the Falls we headed to a little restaurant called The Bedrock Eatery on Lake Erie, here's a picture of my dad and his daughters (minus 1 who was sick and couldn't come)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264680_235444026469149_100000106593786_1056418_5165659_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264680_235444026469149_100000106593786_1056418_5165659_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...and a gorgeous sunset to end the day:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260100_235444179802467_100000106593786_1056422_6544944_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260100_235444179802467_100000106593786_1056422_6544944_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>After we got home I finally got to give Daddy his present! (rope lights for the front porch and a free paint brush I got with a coupon inspired a neat wrapping job)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264780_2151270105596_1361670021_2555004_5658325_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264780_2151270105596_1361670021_2555004_5658325_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>My boyfriend says it looks like blood :p everyone else thought it was cool though!<br /><br />Happy belated Father's Day to all the dad's out there!<br /><br />-Mandythegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-33721727770165255722011-06-11T00:54:00.003-04:002011-06-20T23:57:30.813-04:00Hello Again!So I'm not to good at this whole blogging thing... or at least being consistent about it, but I've decided to start blogging again. :) More to come soon...<br />-Mandythegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-5669838458625849162009-08-24T14:21:00.004-04:002009-08-24T14:34:27.580-04:00ReflectionsA Collection of Photos I've taken over the past 2 days featuring shiny wet pavement<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7UlnAZl8MJyee1yfP5YQU9vj6Y4A32xzHwUYlo92wNEYgyBeiYW0I9V3WSTgcoBMjTZwRNxrOxSwXvTXJvkBA_0ohEcrT9RBQ2iT2sIBkWGr_C-vWEo4UFcXk3CTT9aM9_jqGNRS0_Y/s1600-h/randomsummer09+544.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhDu_aXdECbDcHgDjbvACl0-hcsiCMMH8hf-OAGkyBAksA1L0CX28_oNoxGLtCgdyjXLAtecOCYevFhC2lOT5vZT7wq0Hk9uncyYfJ_5F4_ZeoDUDuVCl4ORmv4RGJ-ynqrajIlVvnqc/s320/thefair09+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373598811270321506" border="0" /></a>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-68960208280468053932009-08-22T01:35:00.004-04:002011-06-20T23:59:45.383-04:00The Dangers of Mouse Clicking on Summer NightsStaying awake until the sky turns pale, <br />When a chorus of birds beckons the coming sun, <br />I'm listening to love songs,<br />I swear I'm driving myself to loneliness,<br />Any sorrow i feel will be my own fault,<br />No one to blame but myself,<br />The world awakens in this rare and beautiful hour,<br />And I am well aware that no one is here to share it with,<br />No one is here to confirm this reality,<br />And I'll wait here in my solitude,<br />Driving myself mad with waiting,<br />And loving every moment of it,<br />One true love,<br />Like the dawn worth waiting forthegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-87633909480888969952009-08-18T01:24:00.003-04:002009-08-18T01:38:36.325-04:00Dear Taking Back Sunday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46JKcrA10mbonGRLBRYhuz0vy9kNajDfJVQ2TqRWwgHIUTtT1UGZ4W6BXKpv3GjcQO5TK5pp-fYMUhFqy6BK9MsMDfsQBYRCVbX_4RYtvoNFee2OLCuDKJj3TMEFFx0OWhSM8YJ5a8fs/s1600-h/taking-back-sunday.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46JKcrA10mbonGRLBRYhuz0vy9kNajDfJVQ2TqRWwgHIUTtT1UGZ4W6BXKpv3GjcQO5TK5pp-fYMUhFqy6BK9MsMDfsQBYRCVbX_4RYtvoNFee2OLCuDKJj3TMEFFx0OWhSM8YJ5a8fs/s320/taking-back-sunday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371174025525397538" /></a><br />I don't understand why you are out to ruin my summer concert going. I understand, you had a new album out and hadn't been to the area in a while causing you to sell out when you toured with Anberlin and played in Rochester. I know I should have bought my ticket earlier to that show so I wouldn't have to drive an hour only to sit outside for the opening act and the first few songs of Anberlin's set before finally buying tickets off a security guard in an alleyway. I forgave you for that because I got in in time to see them preform "Paperthin Hymn" and got in for $25 after seeing a girl pay a scalper $74 on the street corner. Your set was good and you were pretty funny, I even sang along to a few of your songs and laughed at your poor sad lyrics (really, how do you get away with "the truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt", do you know how pathetic that is). I'd say your pretty decent live and I really wasn't that upset with you by the end of the night. Now you have destroyed the Emery show too? Seriously, I've been planning on going to that one since they announced the date, and you decided to come to Buffalo the same day. Now the shows have merged an you my friends are headlining. Emery was supposed to headline, they were supposed to have an encore and a nice long set and all the other wonderful things that come with headlining, but no my friends, for the second time this summer you have to headline, once wasn't enough was it? Thanks to you the price went up too, jeez guys, I don't have $25-$30 to shell out every time you decide to headline for one of my favorite bands, I mean I'm jobless and carless right now, that's a lot of money! So if you could please stop headlining for my favorite bands so I can have the best possible show experience that would be great. I would maybe buy one of your CD's as a thank you, or at least a sticker or button or something.<br />Thanks in advance,<br />Mandythegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-60454181936074384772009-07-12T21:16:00.001-04:002009-07-20T03:05:33.580-04:00God's Masterpiece<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqY3w4mZfNQdiO48q694CEQtyHEVQpRljIGZPR3aLYedcXg-oHcDixJ1ACbe7ochq0GIGGK-dyfNGggWnhprtReM66xBzc3eus1VmSwmLkbbEOLFx2OUrJ2yQf8exAGrqiU9UsFog3VKs/s1600-h/Paint_by_ohiJESSICA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqY3w4mZfNQdiO48q694CEQtyHEVQpRljIGZPR3aLYedcXg-oHcDixJ1ACbe7ochq0GIGGK-dyfNGggWnhprtReM66xBzc3eus1VmSwmLkbbEOLFx2OUrJ2yQf8exAGrqiU9UsFog3VKs/s320/Paint_by_ohiJESSICA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357747094064109186" /></a><br />I have this really beautiful friend, she's a relatively new Christian who's been through a lot a struggles and has a lot of questions. This friend recently asked me "since god made us new when we asked him into our lives does that mean he didn't like the old us?"<br />WOW<br />Is that a loaded question or what?<br />My first mental reaction to this was something like "really? Why did you ask me this question? I have to go find my bible and find all these references about how God loves us, and how he created us and how sin ruined us and put it all together and try and make her understand and make it all make sense cause its all vague and abstract in my head, and I'm kinda tired and urgh!!"<br />I love it when God teaches you something while you teach it to others, it's really humbling and beautiful and amazing all at the same time. So of course, God, being God had other plans for this conversation, instead of freaking out and typing some contrived "God loves you, blah blah blah" reply, God in all his awesomeness gave me this wonderful little illustration out of nowhere that I'm going to share with you.<br />Basically, we are God's masterpiece right, this is made clear several times in the bible, Genesis, Psalm 139, so many places point to just how wonderfully crafted we are in his image.<br />When I think of the word masterpiece, as most do I'm sure, immediately great works of art come to mind, The Mona Lisa, The Sistine Chapel etc.<br />We are like a beautiful painting God perfectly crafted and painstakingly painted by hand. So, to refer back to my friend's question is this the "old us"? Not quite, we'll call this the "original us" the back-in-the-garden version if you will. This is where the age old problem comes in: Sin entered the world. Isn't that what it always boils down to? No body wanted this to happen but it did. <br />That's right, God had a nice little cup of dirty paint water sitting next to his beautiful masterpiece, nothing out of the ordinary for a great artist, and he turned his back for <i>two seconds</i> (or maybe not at all, maybe Satan's <i>that</i> sneaky) and Satan creeps up and kicks this dirty murky water (sin, if you didn't catch that one) all over God's beautiful gorgeous masterpiece. What a jerk! I bet it was a really punky sort of kick to, I bet he scrunched up his face and clenched his fist and just dropkicked that cup as hard as he could. <br />So when we're "made new" it's really just God cleaning up all the messy dirty stains, a whole new careful, delicate, process. God doesn't mind at all though, he loves every single one of his masterpieces and wants them to be as beautiful as possible, as beautiful as he created them to be. He will spend our whole lives cleaning up our stains if we let him, and that's pretty awesome. :)thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-87543834948445487902009-06-21T13:56:00.003-04:002009-06-21T15:16:50.389-04:00It's Summer (Officially)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbaWXLTDnFrDyq7vV4ADdvjBmslUbA7nLSt6DB2qhQJjjWrfPiDL0jGBKmI2aYgvNwQotsvSN206fxnpEoFVOT-HMn_Y_cVsWPHrEjmr-Jsw9KiB88xQ3SiMwrHXMbI-P9MQawRQ725aw/s1600-h/andrewpearce-49ebe51d5e018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbaWXLTDnFrDyq7vV4ADdvjBmslUbA7nLSt6DB2qhQJjjWrfPiDL0jGBKmI2aYgvNwQotsvSN206fxnpEoFVOT-HMn_Y_cVsWPHrEjmr-Jsw9KiB88xQ3SiMwrHXMbI-P9MQawRQ725aw/s400/andrewpearce-49ebe51d5e018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349861587446768466" /></a><br />Which means it's officially time for the following:<br />Road Trips (spontaneous or otherwise)<br />The beach<br />Sunsets<br />Milkshakes and Curly Q Fries outside on a picnic Table<br />Pretty Buffalo Skies<br />Sundresses, Skirts, Shorts, and Tank Tops<br />Late Nights - at the beach, out to eat, in parking lots<br />Flip Flops<br />Sidewalk Chalk<br />Iced Capps from Tim Hos<br />Chestnut Ridge - frolfing, exploring, 100 steps, rolling down the big hill, the eternal flame<br />Going to the Cottage on Chautauqua Lake<br />Taking Pictures of nature, in nature, nature meeting what is urban<br />Bonfires - in my backyard<br />Ice Cream and freezie pops<br />Blowing Bubbles<br />Spending time with myself, my family, my friends, and my God<br /><br />It's also means the following is coming up:<br />Taste of Buffalo<br />Burger Fest<br />Blast on the Beach<br />Kingdom Bound!!!!<br />The Fair!!<br />Pirate Fest<br />and countless other days and nights of fun to be had<br /><br />I'm thinking of compiling pictures of each of these things that I took last summer and posting like once a week... like a summer photo series or something... what do you think?thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-84959615543004834842009-06-05T01:38:00.004-04:002009-07-20T03:03:16.880-04:00Conversations That Go On In My HouseTaylor (16 Year Old Sister): *gives potential relationship advice*<br />Me: Seriously?<br />Taylor: What?<br />Me: It's weird that your trying to give me advice on this<br />Taylor: I know right?<br />Debbie (Stepmom): What's going on? Does Mandy have a boyfriend?<br />Me: WHAT?!?!!!!????? Noooooooooooooooo<br />Taylor: Yes!!!! well, no, but she will!!!<br />Debbie: What's his name?<br />Me: WHAT?!?!?!!?!?!!!??!! Really?!?!<br />Debbie: Well, don't you want a boyfriend?<br />Me: No... well... argh... seriously?<br />Debbie: Why don't you want a boyfriend?<br />Me: not right now, don't have time, I just can't cuz like um...<br />Debbie:...<br />Me: (frantically thinking of excuses) I don't have time for a boyfriend, I mean the poor boy, he'd have to deal with me being all "Um, actually I can't go out, I have to do this thing and that thing and that other thing, and tomorrow won't work either.. I think I might maybe be able to see you next thursday"<br />Debbie: Well he can go to all that stuff with you<br /><br />SERIOUSLY?<br />*facepalm* I will never win this<br />No one in my family seems to understand the fact that I'm completely ok with being single at this point in my life<br />It's even worse when I go to grandma's house and get the "so, is there any young men in your life right now?"<br />oh family, you gotta love 'em right?thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-26318691446735027532009-06-04T15:02:00.003-04:002009-07-20T03:02:59.305-04:00The Pinocchio Paradox<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63U6NGy13fOkjnSB6Yl8dAFyO35KbUqaLdx2fmOu0Vo6_W01jxT7modwHTlEJ9OCAJMZjsUt5vBbLdWtK8ZV-t_nLlgcidB7eB2Pwq814YyOyCbnsEhNjKiID6mFG3NKvbGvVL-XCWL0/s1600-h/8F2ChPqDVm5r54auhyhdeY6Vo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63U6NGy13fOkjnSB6Yl8dAFyO35KbUqaLdx2fmOu0Vo6_W01jxT7modwHTlEJ9OCAJMZjsUt5vBbLdWtK8ZV-t_nLlgcidB7eB2Pwq814YyOyCbnsEhNjKiID6mFG3NKvbGvVL-XCWL0/s400/8F2ChPqDVm5r54auhyhdeY6Vo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343549972294442994" /></a><br /><center>Think About It.</center>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-29672714210770616812009-06-03T18:07:00.003-04:002009-07-20T03:02:43.928-04:00Have You Seen This?!?!<object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br />Words cannot describe how much this made me laughthegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-25897623905570180322009-05-28T20:33:00.001-04:002009-05-28T20:35:16.428-04:00Hey, I Didn't DieI'm Still here blog world!<br />(your probably not)<br />My computer got the evil virus of death and doom and going on the internet involved walking to the library... blogging was too much work on top of that :p<br />but I'm back now and will resume blogging in a somewhat regular basis...<br />guess what!<br />SUMMER'S HERE!!! :Dthegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-55464719056101988822009-03-21T01:02:00.001-04:002009-07-20T03:00:35.673-04:00Greater Things Have Yet To Come, Greater Things Are Still To Be Done In This City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facesofbuffalo.com/images/OPTIMIZED/ALPHA_BRICK_MAIN.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.facesofbuffalo.com/images/OPTIMIZED/ALPHA_BRICK_MAIN.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Went on a prayer walk with Relevant Worship Ministries in downtown Buffalo tonight, the first one I've been on in a while... probably since winter break, I don't even know why I stopped going... I guess school and life and stuff got in my way, scheduling, you know? I know, that's not the best excuse, but it happens sometimes. I'm so glad I went though, I almost forgot how much I love this city, and how God's working in it. Seriously, God just showed me so much about this city that I already knew, but now I see it in a new light, it's hard to explain, I guess it's more a renewal of my inner feelings about Buffalo. I always find myself come February and into March, saying "I freaking hate Buffalo!", not because I actually hate this city, but because I really don't take too well to cold weather, and it wears on me over the course of 5-6 months... frankly I just get sick of it. That's really no excuse to say I hate Buffalo, because honestly, I love it, I love this city and it blows my mind. <br />I've been sitting around waiting for spring, it almost becomes an excuse, no, it has become an excuse, mentally I'm telling myself "I'll do it when the temperature gets above 50". It could be anything, spending more time with God, dressing cute, visiting people, (like ones who live "all the way on the other side of campus") getting to the bank on a Friday after I get my paycheck instead of the warmest day of the next week, complaining about how poor I am in between. Seriously, it's like this disease I get every year. On one hand, I can say at least I'm hopeful, I guess a lot of people go through this and sort of fall into depression for half the year, but I at least no that spring will come, and that keeps me going, that gets me through, but that's not enough, like I said this shouldn't be an excuse.<br />The prayer walk amazed me though, no, actually God amazed me, and the crazy part is, I didn't expect him too, at least not there. I mean, God definitely always shows up at prayer walks, which is amazing in itself, but I guess they've become sort of predictable. Go to the same places, pray for the same things, hope to catch a glimmer of what seems like snail-pace progress. Honestly there's been times where I've wanted to say "God! What are you waiting for? Just revive this place already!". What I failed to see in these moments is that <span style="font-style:italic;">he is</span>. <br />We focused our prayers this evening on this upcoming summer's outreach at Thursday in the Square (for those of you that are not familiar with Buffalo, this is a weekly free summer concert series, that has become another excuse to get drunk for most of this city) Relevant did some pretty amazing things there last summer and though I did not actively participate in it, I had such a passion for what they were doing and prayed for it often. I can't wait to see what God's going to do this year. <br />One of the most amazing parts of the prayer walk was when a man approached our group mid-prayer and told us he just wanted to share a testimony with us about how God is real. He shared an incredible story with us that really encouraged us. He told us how he was sleeping in an abandoned, boarded up house one night, and that everyone he was with had left. He was completely drunk, passed out in a tiny room on the third floor of this house when someone set fire to the house, thinking he was someone else. He explained that for some reason he woke up, even though he was so drunk he doesn't see how that was even possible. When he awoke he was trapped in the room, flames were surrounding him on all sides as he tried to make it to the door, all different parts of his body were catching on fire. He told us he stood in the middle of the room and tried to inhale the smoke so that he wouldn't die from being burned to death. He said he knew from growing up and what his parents and the church had taught him that God was real, that Jesus died and rose on the third day and that Jesus died for him. He said he told God that in these moments, told God that he believed and that if it was his will for him to die in this fire, so be it, but that he did not want to die, he did not want to die with people thinking he was a drunk and a crackhead in an abandoned house in Buffalo. He said that the fire around him was alive, and there was not even enough space to swing your leg in the small area he was standing in, but that in that space, there was no flames. He told us he had been in the inferno for about twenty minutes and that suddenly after praying, he saw a hole in the wall, just big enough for a person to crawl through, a hole that had definitely not been there before. He compared it to the burning bush, saying that the fire was all around it, but there was no fire in this hole, that he jumped through the hole and landed on concrete without breaking a bone. He gave all the credit to God, and told us he just had to come talk to us and glorify him. It was beautiful, and it hit me. I had been asking God to 'show up' but he's <span style="font-style:italic;">been</span> showing up. I don't know what I was expecting, some sort of 'lightning bolt' to hit this city making everyone and their mother a Christian, closing all the bars, and filling all the abandoned buildings, but God's been working in a million smaller ways, all over the place. I mean if God is working through a burning crackden, where else is he working? I bet if we just looked, we could find a million of these stories all over Western New York! <br />I love that through this ministry we truly are a unified body. I love that we have conservatives and charismatics and high schoolers and grown adults, people from all walks of life coming together to pray for our city. We don't see denominations, we see people that share our love for Jesus and our love for this city. Our prayers encourage and inspire, we lift each other up with our city, often unintentionally. God's really been showing me just how unified we are... seriously, a dozen of us went to Spot Coffee afterward and different people in our group separately knew at least 3 different people in another group of Christians. It was crazy, we all joked "only in Buffalo" and perhaps that's true. Sometimes I feel like I know every other Christian in Buffalo though the few ministries I'm involved in, I'm always finding these weird, random connections, the kind God sets up. My roommate connected with an old friend of hers from a previous college and found out she goes to our church. One of the girls we sat with shared an amazing testimony about how she left school for a semester as a result of God's working in her life. It has dawned on me that God is this automatic bond that brings people together, I already knew this, but it's suddenly become more real to me, like I see him as this glue that holds the body together, overcoming race, class, gender, denomination, political views, age, everything! and he's using that in Buffalo! He's using that to bring us together and change this city!! <br />I could go on and on, but everything just connects together and falls into place for me here, I can't imagine it happening anywhere else. I can't imagine any other way to find warmth and light in this seemingly endless winters, I can't imagine leaving, at least not forever, I might miss what God's going to do!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttez5iFV9wBHSJhQUBSn2w_sgyvQIcfaRkucui-fqYFFC0tlehHXfpfP3y6x-0KV9SP84y-yq5XgljcTkfG2DbjKHSkqS4RaAc0og5iGI0OSBAiEQGWOhMuXKZD8q92XVAPaVu32KP5o/s1600-h/godofthiscityfinal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttez5iFV9wBHSJhQUBSn2w_sgyvQIcfaRkucui-fqYFFC0tlehHXfpfP3y6x-0KV9SP84y-yq5XgljcTkfG2DbjKHSkqS4RaAc0og5iGI0OSBAiEQGWOhMuXKZD8q92XVAPaVu32KP5o/s200/godofthiscityfinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315516232075768322" /></a><br />Top Image Credit: <a href="http://www.facesofbuffalo.com/buffalophotoalphabet.htm">The Buffalo Alphabet Project - Faces Of Buffalo</a><br />Bottom Image: Me :p<br />For more on Relevant's Ministry, check out their <a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Relevant-Worship-Ministries/1017631632">facebook page</a>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-83152715124760414552009-03-16T20:56:00.001-04:002009-07-20T02:59:30.121-04:00Emo Cow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvMabGzXZsU5NiB0eq2VvRGrXV6mSPBM0wOUYiMFIyqzM1rNnUzpUNVOjzrNTtwDhh43sLIjC0vaXhjcIENqD-l61KFvyHL-qbJYUyzE72KdkOhRlZbcH1EyRJwnh7BmaV-Wv0IZftZc/s1600/dashboardcow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvMabGzXZsU5NiB0eq2VvRGrXV6mSPBM0wOUYiMFIyqzM1rNnUzpUNVOjzrNTtwDhh43sLIjC0vaXhjcIENqD-l61KFvyHL-qbJYUyzE72KdkOhRlZbcH1EyRJwnh7BmaV-Wv0IZftZc/s1600/dashboardcow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Pretty funny in a stupid sort of way. Worth <a href="http://emocow.com/">checking out</a> if you know someone in the scene and don't mind swearing (this is the only one that didn't swear... haha and it WOULD be a dashboard lyric... not that I listen to Dashboard and would like know or anything... :p)<br />...and I just brought the IQ level of my blog down by like fifty points...thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-53678307144001642652009-03-15T23:50:00.002-04:002009-07-20T03:05:13.880-04:00Oh, The BeachOne of my favorite things to do is go to the beach and take pictures. I love looking out on the lake on my city, the place where I live and serve, the place that I can't explain why I love, but I do, the place I pray for and see this weird amazing hope for, and it looks so lovely from across the lake. It's also a great place to reminisce, to dream of summer days and late summer nights with friends, when life seemed simpler. Day, night, summer, winter, rain, sun, the beach is always beautiful. There's something amazing about it in the winter though (yes, it's still winter in Buffalo) When the lake is frozen, blue and still, when driftwood and snow mixed with sand pile up on the beach. <br />Today was the first real warm day we've had, it was gorgeous and after church roomie and I stopped at the beach on the way home, it was lovely, there was a little patch of sand in the middle of the beach between the two snowbanks, (which have melted quite a bit) <br />I sat on the sand pretending it was summer and roomie wrote in the sand with driftwood. We got some great shots too, it was all very lovely.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wYV1No6QKZDuGnzNDtj3jgX2x_w3J3KMr4jSunnM9EZup5jPG69Z3coos-7Da2XPEhw1X8tFKUhZFSB_2USXtOtcH-XBhnGhM0rREJrnmCP_OPfWKZsMu9DOdsMdsOMOwzLQRpFTW2E/s1600-h/randomspring09+050.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wYV1No6QKZDuGnzNDtj3jgX2x_w3J3KMr4jSunnM9EZup5jPG69Z3coos-7Da2XPEhw1X8tFKUhZFSB_2USXtOtcH-XBhnGhM0rREJrnmCP_OPfWKZsMu9DOdsMdsOMOwzLQRpFTW2E/s320/randomspring09+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313631628335282354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsh01F9wIdD_ih7KHVQHuYD_U1AU5ai8TU3Ja2MFNquB5cCvwTq-VzBgnFwW5aHlDqJJemNrVrwPnEmHCr1IbRy7WPcGzX5wc57lRZJ_lIe2vITkumbGGglowlogkv4CJCN4h6qb_XSkk/s1600-h/randomspring09+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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Punk Goes Pop Volume II!!! YAY!!! (and also, Punk Goes Pop Volume I which was free with the pre-order of the aforementioned CD)I may possibly write a review on it and post it here soon, but I barely have time to breath let alone blog these days.... <br><br />So I popped the CD in the computer and listened to it as I started/finished a discussion board post for my poetry class that was due at midnight (which naturally I submitted at 12:16) As you can probably tell by my procrastination habits, this was a very stressful hour of rushing to complete an educated sounding commentary on Keat's <span style="font-style:italic;">Ode to a Nightingale</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Ode on a Grecian Urn</span>. So after I completed my brilliant, masterful work of literary goodness I wanted to burn off a little of this stress, you know, cool off before reading the last 5 chapters of <span style="font-style:italic;">Wind in the Willows</span> which according to my professor I might as well not show up for class tomorrow morning if I don't. So, I turn to an age old, simple and joyous stress reliever, something that had been tempting me all night, beautiful, translucent bubble wrap lying on my bed next to the opened CD wrappers and US Postal Service envelope. With much anticipation I pop the first bubble, no sound, <span style="font-style:italic;">must be a dud</span> I consider. Second bubble, no avail, I am soon reduced to clawing at the bubble wrap, squeezing it as hard as I can, sitting on it, and of course, dropping my poetry textbook on it. Not the tiniest little popping noise!! I ask you dear readers, (if you even exist, which I question often) What's the point?!?!?!? (Don't you dare give me some smart-alack answer like "to protect the CD's from the abuse of the United States Postal Service" I swear I'm not in the mood)What on earth is the point of bubble wrap that does not pop? and what of the irony that encased within this pointless plastic was two CD's addressing the genre of 'pop'? Why has a classic form of stress relief failed me, in fact causing more stress? Why I'm I further procrastinating by blogging about something so ridiculous? Is this the future of bubble wrap? <br />The world may never know, but for now, <a href="http://www.virtual-bubblewrap.com/popnow.shtml">virtual bubble wrap</a> shall have to suffice.thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-10748407856131505182009-03-05T18:53:00.000-05:002009-03-21T02:08:22.961-04:00Glamour Magazine's American IconsI'm a big fan of fashion spreads, I love it when somebody takes clothes and really makes them into art, I love it when you can really see the vision someone had come to life and Glamour Magazine has met this standard in their latest issue. These photo's are a stunning, timeless tribute to women that have really shaped our nation in the past 70 years or so. While I don't agree with some of their choices, I really think over all the project is a great collection of images and fashion. Some of my favorites include:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glamour.com/images/magazine/2009/03/0302-alexis-bledel-as-rosie-the-riveter_li.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 438px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.glamour.com/images/magazine/2009/03/0302-alexis-bledel-as-rosie-the-riveter_li.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br><br /><i>Alexis Bledel as Rosie the Riveter</i> I think Alexis Bledel is beautiful, she's got a very pure, almost ethereal look about her, and it's strange seeing her as someone so bold and tough, but I think she really brings something to the character of Rosie the riveter. The balance of her softness with Rosie's iconic muscle baring image really makes a statement on the true essence of a woman.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glamour.com/images/magazine/2009/03/0302-emma-roberts-as-audrey-hepburn_li.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 438px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.glamour.com/images/magazine/2009/03/0302-emma-roberts-as-audrey-hepburn_li.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Emma Roberts as Audrey Hepburn</i><br />Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely adore Audrey Hepburn, her beautiful silhouette adorns the wall of my dorm room and I've been caught imagining I'm Holly Golightley on more than one occasion. I'm having a little bit of trouble with Emma Roberts portraying her, but that's my own skewed vision of seeing her as an eternal child from hours of watching <i>Unfabulous</i> with my little sister. I do however, still find this image beautiful, and a wonderful tribute to one of my favorite icons. I'm also a huge fan of the pink balloons, because really, what is more fun than pink balloons and a killer pair of pumps?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glamour.com/images/magazine/2009/03/0302-alicia-keys-as-michelle-obama_li.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 438px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.glamour.com/images/magazine/2009/03/0302-alicia-keys-as-michelle-obama_li.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br><br /><br /><br /><i>Alicia Keys as Michelle Obama</i> Ok, I have to admit, I might have a girl-crush on Michelle Obama (we'll define girl crush later, but if you think it sounds awkward, it's really not)I just love her, she seems so real and down to earth, that's what I love about the Obama's in general, I can see the people behind the politics in them, and let's face it, the woman's got style. Michelle Obama is a truly inspirational woman, she loves and cares for her family and people everywhere, and you can see that she has genuine love and affection for her husband. I've notice many politicians wives tend to be figureheads, or married more out of convenience, society, or as their own political foothold, but they are truly in love and that's beautiful to me. I love that she also takes political fashion to a new level, something that we haven't seen since Jackie Kennedy, she is not however Jackie, she has her own individual sense of style that is classy, and sophisticated yet still daring that she makes her own. She never looks unprofessional, but never unapproachable either. I think it is really awesome that she is a strong woman who is providing a great role model for today's girl to look up too and Alicia keys does a wonderful job of portraying her in this spread, as someone who really has her own individual sense of style she was a wonderful choice to portray the first lady.<br /><br />Overall, Glamour's artical is a great tribute to iconic fashion and inspirational women throughout the era's. Others include, Hayden Panettiere as Amelia Earhart, Paula Patton as Billie Holiday, Camilla Bell as Mary Tyler Moore, America Ferrera as Dolores Huerta and Emma Stone as Carrie Bradshaw. For the full slideshow of larger images, and quotes on what the models have to say about the icons they are portraying, you can check it out for yourself at <a href="http://www.glamour.com/magazine/2009/03/american-icons?slide=1">Glamour.com</a>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-54887651812004854692009-03-02T16:45:00.001-05:002009-03-02T16:46:28.106-05:00InterVarsity BlogInterVarsity Christian Fellowship at Buffalo State is a super awesome growing group that I am proud to be a part of! 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9 hours and 8 minutes on Charlotte's web. Roomie thought she'd be a doll and do it for me, since I was oh so busy studying for the exam I have tomorrow, she also decided that she needed to adapt her language to make sure it sounded like I wrote it, when I asked her if she was writing it as if I <span style="font-style: italic;">wrote</span> it or as if I <span style="font-style: italic;">spoke</span> it, she just giggled. Upon sitting down at my computer, the following is what I discovered upon the screen:</span>
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<br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" ></span></div><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >Charlotte’s Web is an awesome story.<span style=""> </span>Like totally awesome.<span style=""> </span>Plus a PINK pig.<span style=""> </span>I mean c’mon pink is like the coolest color ever.<span style=""> </span>(If only other people felt that way, then the world would be a better place to live in.)<span style=""> </span>But anyways, there’s this pig named Wilber who is like a runt.<span style=""> </span>Fern’s father really wanted to kill Wilbur, but who could do that to a precious little piggy.<span style=""> </span>I mean, I’m not going to touch one of those dirty things, but they’re pink.<span style=""> </span>Why kill something pink?!?!?<span style=""> </span>Anyways, Fern goes on a crying spree and like protects Wilbur from the axe.<span style=""> </span>That is like so cute.<span style=""> </span>I would protect my kitties from anything.<span style=""> </span>They are so cuddly and cute.<span style=""> </span>I love to pick up the baby kitties and pet them so much.<span style=""> </span>Anyways, Wilbur becomes Fern’s new pet.<span style=""> </span>She took him to school once (or was that just the movie), well he was a ruckus just trying to stay hidden inside her desk.<span style=""> </span>He must go live at the Zuckerman’s farm.<span style=""> </span>I mean it’s not that harsh because she still gets to see him like every day, but he’s not at home with her.<span style=""> </span>I mean, like what if my kitties had to go live at another house.<span style=""> </span>Oh noes, I would just cry a million tears.<span style=""> </span>Like the time I broke my brush and ahhhh… so sad.<span style=""> </span>I have to get a new one. <span style=""> </span>Anyways, long story short. <span style=""> </span>Wilbur becomes friends with a spider named Charlotte. <span style=""> </span>Eww I hate spiders. <span style=""> </span>If I see one, I call one of the boys to come down and kill it. <span style=""> </span>Anyways, Charlotte wants people to really like Wilbur, so she writes “catch phrases” about Wilbur in her web. <span style=""> </span>It’s so adorable. <span style=""> </span>She like writes, or er sews? <span style=""> </span>Words like “Radiant Pig” and “Some Pig”. <span style=""> </span>Oh gosh. <span style=""> </span>Everyone from everywhere comes to see this pig. <span style=""> </span>Pig goes to fair. <span style=""> </span>La did a do. <span style=""> </span>The End.
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<br />(and yes, that <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> only in the movie)
<br /></span>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-13925444700389993392009-02-22T01:37:00.001-05:002009-07-20T02:58:26.581-04:00words to think about<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/01/03/quote,typography,life,quotes,text,frase-5df3a53bf4497e75b9fbd4be277c51bd_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 416px;" src="http://img.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/01/03/quote,typography,life,quotes,text,frase-5df3a53bf4497e75b9fbd4be277c51bd_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-50345975827588345912009-02-21T12:53:00.002-05:002009-07-20T03:00:52.716-04:00Mad Men<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmc9tvc5YFxZrPMlzn2TyJ0uNVGDfQGPmeAFYXMmUqApp_0nK43ITtEHuAw20UtsvIt6RikIK9GrB0satwHXOqsdaRs0Zm-Hre9GQiuNBXRhZsAlsZnXY9fBWVK_uW_4MXKYYa5uumyVc/s1600-h/2393382.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmc9tvc5YFxZrPMlzn2TyJ0uNVGDfQGPmeAFYXMmUqApp_0nK43ITtEHuAw20UtsvIt6RikIK9GrB0satwHXOqsdaRs0Zm-Hre9GQiuNBXRhZsAlsZnXY9fBWVK_uW_4MXKYYa5uumyVc/s400/2393382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310521077725634" border="0" /></a>"The Future of Advertising"<br />I think this basically speaks for itself.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigscXnvvOSJdaOHkAUvqB_PFSMHDgEslv0DMJprulzWjvl3KFSISvhMrWPHsidQ8Ldv9e1Q20kz014v7dXMGaYkmYmcBFLrrXP3jXIpveIVdD4fIaQVHe6hfHB09PGvoj9bwi_uw_USII/s1600-h/2393382.jpg"><br /></a>thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-61999332663713991262009-02-21T03:35:00.000-05:002009-02-21T03:39:08.292-05:00I'm Back! (for real this time)yeah, so you know how I just kind of basically stopped blogging?<br />yeah, well, I'm gonna start again, it's obviously for real this time, I mean look at that sweet layout I made, I'm obviously back, with a sweet layout like that.<br />Currently:<br />roomie is super hyper/happy and it's pretty hilarious, we enjoyed juice boxes together and watched Anastasia it was great, and now I'm going to bed, I'll probably blog soonish, like tomorrow or something.thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-49219882672818901832008-08-05T13:20:00.002-04:002009-07-20T03:01:15.639-04:00I Love Kingdom Boundok, for those of you that don't know, which is probably most of you, but nobody reads my blog anyways so I guess it doesn't really matter either way, Kingdom Bound is a really amazing-tacular 4 day Christian Festival at Darien Lake amusement park, and it's awesome because I basically overdose on a bunch of my favorite bands, get completely exhausted, buy way to much stuff, and love every moment of it... except maybe the moments I spend running from the Park Stage to the PAC because two amazing bands decided to overlap their time slots.<br />My Kingdom Bound adventures started last Thursday, when I woke up early enough to see the sunrise and rode out to Darien to volunteer on a Load-Out shift. First of all, let it be known that if I am seeing the sunset, it is because I stayed up too late, I definitely do not wake up that early. Our group was assigned to the Houghten College Park Stage. I started my morning building snow fence, something I really am not qualified to do, basically you lift this giant blue cowbell which must weigh at least 60 lbs. and slam it down on a post repeatedly. Of course, I didn't do this singlehandedly, then I probably would have passed out, but it was still positively exhausting and got two blisters, then we wrapped big orange snow fence around the posts and secured them with zip ties, which I love. I really enjoy going up to the fence and talking to my new friend Joe the security guard, bragging to anyone around that I have blisters because of this fence. It makes me feel important, which probably isn't very healthy for my ego. I also helped build the actual stage, screwing the legs onto the deck, and helping put the tent bit up. It made me feel really cool and I'm kind of excited that it didn't Collapse. <br /><br />So Monday was the first day I went to the actual festival which started on Sunday, which was my 19th birthday. I didn't go Sunday because my parents got me tickets for Monday Tuesday Wednesday after five for my birthday. Leeland played a very very short set Monday and they were amazing, they played Tears of the Saints which is my favorite song ever of all time, I also met them, which made my day. I love them. I'm fairly certain Leeland is my favorite band, I'm a very indecisive person though so I have trouble figuring that out, but I really really love them a lot.<br /><br />I also saw Skillet Monday, they rock my face off, they were awesome, even better than last year, seriously hardcore. I love Skillet, but not as much as Leeland. I also saw a little bit of Thousand Foot Krutch, I would've liked to see more of them but I would've missed Leeland which would have been a tragedy. I saw a few minutes of Third Day, and they were awesome, but I was so beat that I couldn't really enjoy the wonderfulness of it and we left early. But yeah, it was awesome.<br /><br />Thursday was the most Funmazing day of all because that was the day that Leeland played at the park stage. I went an hour and a half before their show to talk to my new best friend Joe the security guard, who had told me that he would let me sit on the other side of the barrier for Leeland. Unfortunately Joe was not there, so I talked to the other security guards and they said Joe wasn't coming until 8:30!!! I was very upset because Joe had said he would be there and they were telling me he wasn't coming until after they played, but the security guard who is now known as "little Joe" talked to Joe on the radio and let me sit on the other side of the barrier!!! It was awesome!! I was mesmerized by the wonderfulness of watching Leeland perform. They are so amazing live, I just feel the presence of God so much in their music so it was an incredible experience. After the show Joe let us backstage to chill with them, it was awesome, so so so awesome. After the Leeland show we decided to ride the Superman and we were 3rd in line when they decided to close it because of lightning, it was kind of a bummer. Then it started pouring like crazy and we got soaked, they even canceled the Seventh Day Slumber show :(. Luckily we managed to stay kind of dry because I had friends working the Enemy Opposition merch tent. We rocked out with the boys of Enemy Opp. to random songs about rain (Umbrella by Rhianna; Hillary Duff's "Coming Clean" etc.) It is hilarious to see guys rocking out to Hilary Duff, I'm not kidding. Then when the rain calmed down a bit we rode the Merry-Go-Round because it was the only ride open in the park. It was a great day.<br /><br />Wednesday was pretty fun too, I showed up late so I missed Fireflight, but I got to rock out to Disciple and it was awesome. I tried to catch the end of Delirious? but I walk slow and stopped to get a soda on the way and ended up seeing all of half the last song. After that I had to start my load out shift and unfortunately did not get to see the amazingness that is Newsboys annual closing show with their crazy dueling rotating drum sets. The load out shift was positively exhausting, lot's of unscrewing and carrying pieces and other things that lead me to exhaustion. I didn't get home until 4 am and almost hit a deer on the way home. It was ridiculous. Kingdom Bound was still awesome though, I can't wait until next year!!thegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743166669978081485.post-73635847282210245202008-07-27T00:59:00.001-04:002009-07-20T02:57:45.606-04:00This is what I do with my lifeHoly Blog Of Doom, Batman! I just checked and I have not updated this since Hammertime was in the charts... You would not believe I spend all my time in front of a computer. I prostrate myself in sorrow and beg thy forgiveness..<br /><br />I am not going to post now with any regularity, waiting for the onshore winds, just generally being asleep, dreaming and chancing to society in general, my day often feels wasted from midday to well after sun-down. I am not growing up. it will be fun fun fun till they take my TBird away.<br /><br />I send you kisses although very chaste ones. Go with God, good friends. I will write more to certain yous; but it might not be you in particular who I write to.<br /><br /><br />I got this from <a href="http://www.aussiebloggers.com.au/blogpost.html">The Lazy Bloggers Post Generator</a><br />because I'm a lazy blogger...<br />with a layout that hasn't been relevant to my life since December 07<br />I think I'm gonna go work on that now even though I'm not feeling inspiredthegirlwhocriedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137280067985519092noreply@blogger.com1