Saturday, January 15, 2011

Sorry, I forgot...

... sorry, I forgot, but I also wanted to put this stuff up tonight, too..........

The first song on my automatic playlist deal (that you probably either enjoy or despise the automatic-ness of) is really fantastic, and I really like the lyrics so here they are:
Everything is lost, uh-oh

But I know that you can take it to the Lord
Everything you are, uh-oh
Isn't all that you can gather for yourself
Do you love a lot? Uh-oh
Is it love that you just kiss to everyone?
Is your loving lost? Uh-oh
Is it strange that you perpetuate yourself?
(All that he has given to the world
Is the joy that he will carry to the door)
All that he has given to the world
All that he has given to the world
(Uh-oh, is it strange that you perpetuate yourself?)
All that he has given to the world
(For what it costs, uh-oh)
All that he has given to the world
(Everything is lost, uh-oh)
All that he has given to the world
(Is the joy that he will carry to the door)
All that he has given to the world
(Still I know that you can take it to the war)



Also.
My suitie-mate (shout-out to Haley-Baby) listens to The Civil Wars, and I'd never been too into them, but decided to give them a go of my own, and I really do enjoy their work! They are so stinkin poetic (at least, I think so.) Here's a link and the lyrics to one of my favorites of their's...
"Tip of My Tongue" - The Civil Wars
You're a red string tied to my finger

A little love letter I carry with me
You're sunlight
Smoke rings and cigarettes
Outlines and kisses for silverscreens
Oh
Dear never saw you coming
Oh
My
Look what you have done
You're my favourite song
Always on the tip of my tongue
Oh
Well you own me with whispers like poetry

Your mouth is a melody i memorize
So sweet
I hear it echo everwhere I go
Day and night
Oh
Dear never saw you coming
Oh
My
Look what you have done
You're my favourite song
Always on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my tongue
Ooh
Mmm
Mmm
Oh
Dear
I never saw you coming
Oh
My
Look what you have done
You're my favourite song
Always on
Oh
Oh
Oh
Dear
I never saw you coming
Oh
My
Look what you have done
Oh
You're my favourite song
Always on the tip of my tongue
Ooh
Ooh Hoo Hoo Hoo
Ooh Hoo Hoo Hoo

... and if you liked that, they have a album free download on the web!
(Click here for that free album download.)


& Click on this, too, just because I love this song


Other than all that mumbo-jumbo and the fact that I got twitter again (http://twitter.com/#!/RosemaryJager), I don't think I have much more to share with you tonight! Enjoy your evening/morning (it's 2:30AM? Go college. Go blogging. Go being a grandma.)

This is the day, and I will rejoice.

Dorm, sweet dorm-- home of bad food, worse mattresses, and the 2010 BCS National Champs (well, my dorm isn't exactly home to the team, but we sure are proud of them... war eagle)-- Hope you're happy to see me again, Helen Keller Hall.... Overall, I had a fantastic winter break. Kicked it off with my big 1-9, and wrapped it up with a victorious trip to Glendale, Arizona (war eagle). The inbetween was filled with my first go at a job in retail (at my favorite store in the world), gingerbread house decorating, family bonding, wimpy attempts to exercise, and my first white Christmas. The time passed a little too quickly. I was a bit sad to leave home but am overall happy to be back on the Plains. I really do love it here, even if I am still waiting for it to really feel like home. That's what I'm doing a lot of right now-- waiting. You know what God is doing alot of right now? Teaching my heart to do so patiently.

"THIS IS the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in IT." Psalm 118:24

I think that sometimes I forget that this verse does not say, "This is not the day the Lord has made. Three years from now is. Rejoice in a day that the Lord has made three years from today," because I do a heck of a lot of that. I find myself being so incontent with my life. I want to be older, I want to be thinner, I want to be engaged, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.... Well, news-flash to me: God made TODAY for me; He wants to give me one day at a time (every day being one I don't deserve); and if I don't rejoice in it, of course I will be incontent (today's all I got), and I will miss out on caboodles and boodles of joy. Sure, I can be excited about God's plan for my future, but there is no reason that it should make me incontent with His plan for my present if the present is all I'm guaranteed and I don't actually know what that future is. So, new plan of action, "'Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland,'" Isaiah 43:18-19. "I waited patiently for the LORD; [...] He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. [...] Blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD," Psalm 40:1,3-4.... I like my new plan alot better.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Caffeinated

Tonight, I had a cup of coffee. There is usually nothing unusual (as usual things usually are not) about my wimpy blend of coffee, skim milk, and splenda, but tonight, a marvelous revelation accompanied my low cal dessert-in-a-mug. My revelation: my wimpy effort to gain energy enhances my wimpy effort to advance in creativity.

Tonight's cup lit a drive to restart two of my former creative advances: writing and photography.
Now, for my first go back at it...


Current facination: trains
I don't know really why... yet.... I just always hear them in Auburn, and I heard one very faintly today. They remind me of spending the night in Chelsea at the Byers or the Foresters when I was a little girl. I did ride on a dinner train once in Canada when I was younger, but I've never travel-traveled on one... nor do I really desire to. However, they have recently caught my attention, and I think they'd make for a good getting-back-into-writing starting point... and if I get back into photography, they'd make for great pictures, too (three cheers for originality, three more for blogging sarcasm).

Now, please enjoy this lovely song about trains called Train Song. (I especially love the harmony and more especially the story it tells. Not to mention, I wish I was Feist--what's not to love about a beautiful Canadian woman with a beautiful Canadian voice?):
Feist and Ben Gibbard - Train Song

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I love love.

After watching Capture Studios wedding films on vimeo for the past too long, Girl and I were both moved to blog about weddings.
I want to be able to go on and on about how much I love them, but I know that until actually have my own, I won't fully understand the love of love that inspires them all. So, all I can really say about weddings is-- I can't wait for mine.
Mark your calendars... for someday... sometime... it'll be a flippin' big deal.

Monday, January 3, 2011

pick-churz

I'm trying to work on making my blog a little more exciting. So here's a few (and by a few, I mean alot) from 2010*.









































everybody, everybody wants to be loved

"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. [...] For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? [...] what more are you doing than others?"
Matthew 5:43-44,46,47

Well.
This is pretty stinkin' convicting. Half of the time, I don't even love those who are loving me. My heart is smaller than that of the Grinch; when the Hoo's do start loving him, he at least loves back.

Let's take it back to early sunday school days, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life," John 3:16. I remember my pastor (shout out to Pastor Teacher Harry Reeder) one time saying that the biggest word in this verse is the third one, "so." God SO incredibly much loved the incredibly sinful world that he sacrificed our King for those who hate Him most.... Me on the other hand? Like I said, I don't even love those who loved me first.

New year's "resolution" (more like prayer)-- be so filled up with God's perfect love so that it (and not my own selfishness) is what pours out of me onto everyone I encounter.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

most common new year's aspiration of them all

You know how people always say not to compare yourself to movie stars and models and all those people because, "It's all technology and really no one looks like that,"-- yeah. right. I just facebook stalked alot of perfect girls who are real people with real perfect bodies. Just sayin'.


I probably could've started off the second day of 2011 a better way.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Where ASUS's Fail, Blogger Stands Strong

[The old title of this post was "HAPPY NEW YEAR YALL!"-- this will be important in a few sentances-- but after learning about the "draft" feature of blogger and some snuggling from Caroline, I decided the old title needed to change. Here goes my last and newly recovered post:]



'Ello, blogging world (or as my old and trusty blogging partner girlK would say, "Oh, hey.")!

I come to you once again with a cliche opener full of sarcasm about how much I know everyone has missed my blogging activity and faux promises to now and forever more blog more than I eat in hopes that no one will have to wonder if I am still alive.... I'd also like to make the side comment that I love the alliteration of "year" and "yall."
... Now that that's said and done-- so is 2010! And what a year it was... but really.

2010 was a freaking big year for me-- big enough at least to remember I have a blog that was supposed to be telling you all about it and big enough for me to dedicate a post to reflecting on it....

In one year, I have never grown up so much or realized how much growing up I still have to do. I'm not really sure, but I think that last year was the first year that I actually had to taste tiny bits of the real world... which makes me realize just how ridiculously blessed I am. 2010 started off with me playing out my childhood dreams on the stage of the BBB Auditorium and somewhere in between that and finishing my very first round of college finals, I stopped listening to Taylor Swift and started thinking about my future. Big stuff happened in 2010. The kind of stuff that happens to (I think) everyone (at least in the American dream buying middle-class of Americans) that people always remember. I went to my senior prom, I graduated from high school, I experienced the first death of a friend, I had my first real job, I moved away from my family, I started college, I pledged a sorority (I learned how to spell sorority), I had my first friend get engaged, and I realized that someday I actually will, too.

I'm growing up.
This was the first year my sisters and I didn't bother waiting at the top of the stairs before going to the living room Christmas morning (instead I fell down them and possibly cracked my coccyx)... but the thing is: that was perfectly fine. If I were still a kid, that would upset me... but it didn't. Why? Because I am closer to watching my own child wait on the stairs before rushing to see what Santa brought them as I am to the last time I did that (Partially owing to the fact that I decoded the Santa secret when I was four-years-old which was fifteen years ago, and fifteen years from now, I'll be freaking THIRTY-FOUR... this logic wouldn't necessarily be true if I bought into Santa as long as alot of kids do... and if my mother didn't tell me everyday to have my children when I'm young and not when alot of people do... So, after all that justification of my logic...)-- that's a really big realization, and realizing how much I have grown up, makes me realize just how much I still freaking have to go which quite frankly scares me a heck of a whole lot.

I'm writing this while I sit on (my 3 months away from twelve-years-old baby sister) Gin's bed. Her pale and soon to be painted over pink walls and long untouched American Girl dolls that echo the quiet beat of Taylor Swift's wisdom form the perfect environment for a way-too-cheesy reflection of growing up. In fact, the very inspiration for this blog came from my annoying efforts to assure her that, "PUBERTY DOES NOT HAVE TO BE LONELY!" I couldn't exactly explain how that reminded me to blog about 2010, but it did and her super messy, emotionally unstable bedroom does inspire me.

I love Gin (and if you recall, I did promise in an old post this summer to blog about her) and watching her be, as my mother calls her, a "walking PMS monster" ironically makes me realize how crazy wonderful God's plans for me are. My old and embarrassing seventh-grade journal recently reminded me that when I was Gin's age, I thought life was the worst; my all-alive and all-powerful God recently reminded me that whenever I think that, and I am always wrong, and that He is not only always right, but He is also always loving and sovereign. Gin probably thinks she is about to be done being a kid, just like I think right now-- we are probably both wrong. Again, I hate being so cheesy, but we are always God's children. He always has plans for us to grow.

I'm looking forward to the next 364 days of 2011. Reflecting on how much change happened in 2010 shows me how much change will happen in 2011. But God won't... and I just think that's really cool.

It's like apple owns the pc world without even taking their money.

The cash that my father saved by not buying me a mac is easily made up for by the time I spend dealing with the not so luxurious characteristics of my ASUS. For example-- I was given NO warning whatsoever that my computer battery was low after it had been plugged into it's charger for 24+ hours, consequentially resulting in the loss of 1+ hours of work on a magnificent blog post reflecting on the year of 2010.

Now, I can't even enjoy the rewarding feeling of, "I just did something creative," because it may as well have never even happened.

I am Peeeee.Ohhhhh.'ed.

Guess no one will ever know what 2010 was like for me. Sucks to suck.
[Insert cliche sarcastic comment about how no one really reads this blog anyways.]





I'm a brat. I'm very grateful for even having a computer and for the kindness and generosity that my father employed in buying me one. Thanks, Dad.