Kinda MIA
I've been a bit MIA lately, no? No good reason for it really. Lack of interest, maybe? A terrible funk about the turn my life has taken, maybe? I did have every good intention of posting after I got back from the movies this past week. And then...I got sick. I can't tell you whether it was a stomach bug, food poisioning, or I don't even know what. I'm a healthy person, but kids, I was sick. This weekend was the first I have been able to eat any real food beyond dry cereal, and drinking ginger ale. I believe I am on the mend however.
The movie in question you might ask, was the the newest Nicholas Sparks book to movie adaptation 'The Lucky One'. I've seen all of his book to movie adaptations, and other then the 'Notebook', they all have failed me. Until now! A movie is good if it can make me cry, and I did just that, so thumbs up for crying? Really though, good movie. It's a shame none of the movies have quite matched up to the 'Notebook', but this one takes a really good shot at it.
A few entries ago, I mentioned the story contest that I went to judge, and the story about the girl whose father had cancer. Emma's story ended up winning first place in the second grade division. If you'd like to read that story, you may check it out here, and I really encourage you to do so. Check out the first place story in first grade as well. That story has a really great message.
I've joined Tumblr, after trying to hold off for so long, so if you tumble(?), feel free to add me.
The next few weeks are getting to be busy busy, and I'm kind of pumped for it! I'm working VBS week again at my church this year. That's always a lot of fun. Recital is coming up in about three weeks, OMG, and that usually means extra rehearsals. And then on the 18th, I leave for France. Lot's happening. June is probably going to be a bit of a crazy month I think.
I would be a bad fan if I didn't talk about what happened in the Musey world this morning. So if you don't have any interest in that, go ahead and turn back now.
Let me tell you kids, why I thought, this torch run was a beautiful brilliant thing. I've always been a fan of the Olympics, always, always. I love the Summer games, and it's always an exciting time for me. One of the things I love so much about the Olympics, is the fact that it brings everyone together. Family, countries, and even the world! That's why I think this torch run meant so much to me, because it was bringing us as a fandom together.
It's been so quiet lately, and I think, that a lot of people, myself included, have had moods and interest suffer because of it. This was the thing that we all needed to once again bring us together, unite us, and remind us, just how amazing, we as a fandom are, just how amazing these three men are, and just how amazing this band is.
Please, call me crazy! Please call me obsessive, it's what I am! But I needed this, and maybe if you're reading this, you needed this as well, for what I mentioned above, or for your own, probably very good reasons. Sure, they took the piss out it the the entire time, but it was a beautiful thing.
So, this happened because I'm a fic writer whore, and it's what I do.
Matt ran because now he was a father. He ran because someday, Bingham would watch the video of their run, and hopefully, look up to his father. And even if he laughed, that would be alright too. Matt ran because he thought it would be a laugh, and it was. He ran because he would be with his two best friends, and when those days in the Den came flashing through his mind, he could look back on this torch run, and be proud of himself; finally.
Dominic ran because of his father. As he stood in the middle of that familiar bridge that morning, it reminded him of being young. Although he didn't grow up in Teignmouth, it was still home, and because of his friends, it was easier to do so. He lived his life as he pleased; unattached and carefree, never really being as serious as he might have needed to be. Standing on that bridge though, he felt his carefree attitude suddenly take a backseat to something much more serious. His father, and making his father proud of what he was doing. Dominic knew his father would be proud of him, but he wanted there to be no question or doubt in his mind.
Chris ran because of his family. He was the family man. The family man who wouldn't change a second of his life. Kelly and the kids were waiting on that bridge for him, for all three of them. The kids excitedly laughing, and smiling, excited to be back in their old town. And Kelly, always so calm and collected, would be there, her chin held high, waiting for him along the way. He was proud of himself, she told him he should be. He had turned his life around, made himself a better father, and a better husband. Chris ran because he wanted to show his kids it was possible to do anything you wanted to.
The three of them ran because it was an honor. They ran because each of them thought it could be a laugh. Each man had their own reasons for completing the short but memorable run today. But most of all, the three of them ran because they could do it together, only the three of them, without a care in the world. And that, was how it all began.
Have a wonderful week ya'll.
The movie in question you might ask, was the the newest Nicholas Sparks book to movie adaptation 'The Lucky One'. I've seen all of his book to movie adaptations, and other then the 'Notebook', they all have failed me. Until now! A movie is good if it can make me cry, and I did just that, so thumbs up for crying? Really though, good movie. It's a shame none of the movies have quite matched up to the 'Notebook', but this one takes a really good shot at it.
A few entries ago, I mentioned the story contest that I went to judge, and the story about the girl whose father had cancer. Emma's story ended up winning first place in the second grade division. If you'd like to read that story, you may check it out here, and I really encourage you to do so. Check out the first place story in first grade as well. That story has a really great message.
I've joined Tumblr, after trying to hold off for so long, so if you tumble(?), feel free to add me.
The next few weeks are getting to be busy busy, and I'm kind of pumped for it! I'm working VBS week again at my church this year. That's always a lot of fun. Recital is coming up in about three weeks, OMG, and that usually means extra rehearsals. And then on the 18th, I leave for France. Lot's happening. June is probably going to be a bit of a crazy month I think.
I would be a bad fan if I didn't talk about what happened in the Musey world this morning. So if you don't have any interest in that, go ahead and turn back now.
Let me tell you kids, why I thought, this torch run was a beautiful brilliant thing. I've always been a fan of the Olympics, always, always. I love the Summer games, and it's always an exciting time for me. One of the things I love so much about the Olympics, is the fact that it brings everyone together. Family, countries, and even the world! That's why I think this torch run meant so much to me, because it was bringing us as a fandom together.
It's been so quiet lately, and I think, that a lot of people, myself included, have had moods and interest suffer because of it. This was the thing that we all needed to once again bring us together, unite us, and remind us, just how amazing, we as a fandom are, just how amazing these three men are, and just how amazing this band is.
Please, call me crazy! Please call me obsessive, it's what I am! But I needed this, and maybe if you're reading this, you needed this as well, for what I mentioned above, or for your own, probably very good reasons. Sure, they took the piss out it the the entire time, but it was a beautiful thing.
So, this happened because I'm a fic writer whore, and it's what I do.
Matt ran because now he was a father. He ran because someday, Bingham would watch the video of their run, and hopefully, look up to his father. And even if he laughed, that would be alright too. Matt ran because he thought it would be a laugh, and it was. He ran because he would be with his two best friends, and when those days in the Den came flashing through his mind, he could look back on this torch run, and be proud of himself; finally.
Dominic ran because of his father. As he stood in the middle of that familiar bridge that morning, it reminded him of being young. Although he didn't grow up in Teignmouth, it was still home, and because of his friends, it was easier to do so. He lived his life as he pleased; unattached and carefree, never really being as serious as he might have needed to be. Standing on that bridge though, he felt his carefree attitude suddenly take a backseat to something much more serious. His father, and making his father proud of what he was doing. Dominic knew his father would be proud of him, but he wanted there to be no question or doubt in his mind.
Chris ran because of his family. He was the family man. The family man who wouldn't change a second of his life. Kelly and the kids were waiting on that bridge for him, for all three of them. The kids excitedly laughing, and smiling, excited to be back in their old town. And Kelly, always so calm and collected, would be there, her chin held high, waiting for him along the way. He was proud of himself, she told him he should be. He had turned his life around, made himself a better father, and a better husband. Chris ran because he wanted to show his kids it was possible to do anything you wanted to.
The three of them ran because it was an honor. They ran because each of them thought it could be a laugh. Each man had their own reasons for completing the short but memorable run today. But most of all, the three of them ran because they could do it together, only the three of them, without a care in the world. And that, was how it all began.
Have a wonderful week ya'll.