somebody has to say it

I am so tired of people's attitudes on serving lately. When a leadership role is placed on someone, they better hold up to those standards. Not following through with something because you are tired, or your nose is stuffy, or you just don't feel like it- kills me. There are a lot of things that need to get done in life that you are not going to feel like doing. We are not called to be faithful in our commitments only sometimes. So if you are reading this wondering if this describes you, please stop and think about why you are doing the things you do. If you cant find a good reason, back out for a while and figure things out. But don't hold onto commitments you cant keep. And especially don't keep people wondering when you are going to fulfill your commitments if you never have the intention of doing so.

Before I'm Done

I'm not sure anyone cares to read this, its more for me to remember it I guess. They are not in any order.

my bucket list:
-take that road trip with my best friend
-be someone's role model
-change someone's life for the better
-read the bible cover to cover
-skydive
-swim with dolphins
-go off the Niagara Falls in a barrel
-be an awesome mom and wife
-play piano and sing at the same time
-attend a US Open tennis match
-travel to places like Paris, London, Calcutta, Great Wall of China...and many more
-shave my head... don't ask
-be in two places at once
-build an official tree house
-see aurora borealis with someone special

Very True

Snow Globe

Someone I really admire once told me that I am like a snow globe. The funny thing is that nothing could more accurately describe me. I give off the impression to people that we are close but there is always that wall there. That stupid wall has caused me to push away some really great people lately.

VOTE!

Two things that I care about lately: Toms Shoes (above) and voting.
After watching the debate last night and doing tons of research, I am fairly certain of who I am voting for. Hint: the picture. Im not 100% yet.
Toms Shoes

"If At First..."

(an original poem by Brock)

Words are pouring
From my fingertips,
No use ignoring
Trembling lips,
My throat is dry
My cheeks are wet,
I gave it a try
And now I must
Try to forget.