Ode to Bob ~ He shall be missed

Ode to Bob ~ He shall be missed



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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Grumpy Easter!

Dear Readers,
Ahhh, what a lovely Easter day. The girls wearing there beautiful Easter dresses they spent an hour looking for at JCPenney's and the boys wearing the ties that make them grimace when Mom pulls it out of the drawer. Easter! Going to church, just getting there on time and sitting there for the Easter service. The pastor has preached a wonderful sermon! Yeah, Jesus was crucified and he rose in three days. Amen! Then everyone goes home and gets their Easter picture taken. Mom is saying, "Do I look okay, do I need more lipstick?", brothers and sisters whining, "Not a picture! I'm hungry!" and "Can I take this tie thing off, it's choking me!". The pictures are taken, everyone sullen and surly. We eat lunch, take a nap and gripe when we have to get up and go to church again. It's Easter! It's a holiday! WHY CAN'T WE STAY HOME!!!
Sometimes we seem to lose the point of Easter. They say that when Jesus was on the cross He had all the world's sin put upon him. I never really thought about it until just recently, and this may be obvious to others, but, it was all the world's sins from the beginning to the end of time. I cannot fathom how excruciatingly painful that must have been. That's not including what he went through before. He was beat and tortured, a crown of thorns on his brow. It says in Mark 16:34 that after the ninth hour, God turned away from him because he cannot look at sin. God had looked upon him his entire life and all of a sudden, when he not only was beaten and had all the sins of the world upon his shoulders, God turned away. How terrible and sad. He had done nothing to deserve this and we did everything. It doesn't seem fair. Shouldn't we love Jesus more though? Shouldn't we praise God for sending him to save us from an eternal life in hell? No, we sit on our pews with an occasional "amen" then we go home.
I'm not saying everyone is like this. I'm like this most of the time unfortunately. Yes, he died on the cross and then rose again. We speak of it so nonchalantly. We just don't need take this for granted.
Hmmm, isn't God awesome? Happy Easter!

~Nicole

Thursday, March 20, 2008

I'm Going Through A Shrinking Spurt

Dear Readers,
Today I went shopping with Memaw, got my dress altered, went with Brandon to skeet shooting practice, then we came home, cleaned, and watched Nicholas Nickleby. I'm tired. My arms are soooo sore (I shot two rounds today, because I need the practice like I need air). You must watch Nicholas Nickleby, tis good. Well, I'll write more tomorrow, now I'm going to bed!
~Nicole

Thursday, March 13, 2008

How was tomorrow? I think you know what I mean.

Dear Readers,
I've thought about many things that I've been wanting to post about throughout the past few days. Unfortunately, I have short term memory loss and cannot remember anything. So, I'm going to write about what I'm thinking about at the moment.
I was thinking about Mom and Brandon trying to talk me into going to an American Idol audition. Hahahaha!!! Very comical, wouldn't you agree? I'd be terrified! I do NOT handle rejection well. I would be heartbroken. Just the thought of it stresses me out. I can just imagine it... I walk in, nervous, nauseaus, shaky, etc. They ask me to tell them about myself, but I cannot think, so I don't answer. They then ask me to sing after laughing at my idiotic behavior. I start to sing (probably a jazzy, Norah Jones type of song) and start out too soft, then get too loud. My voice cracks, I suddenly get the hiccups... Wow, this could only happen in my worst nightmare... oh wait! This is it!!! Hmmm, wonder why I even came here... I'd finish my song with a terrible ending. They would be laughing through the whole thing, so I'd sit on the floor and blubber. They would say that it was awful, have security carry me out and I'd go home, get in bed and pray they didn't put it on tv. I would stay there until.... I'd just stay there. I don't think that Mom and Brandon REALLY want to be the cause of my mental breakdown. So, DON'T ASK ME ANYMORE!!! Please?
Depression would hurt.
~Nicole

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My Countdown to Forever

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