The clock's just turned 12, which means that today is a very special day. Know why...? My birthday is exactly one month from today, and uber-cool things will be happening. First of all, it'll be the last day of classes...woot. Then my very first CD straight-imported from Japan is supposed to be coming that day. My mommy will come so she can get me hazelnut cream cheese...don't ask. I always get some weird foodstuff for my birthday present...last year it was raspberry Milanos.
And to top it off...the Shack Christmas Ball will be on my birthday. Yussss. To celebrate, my dress will be unabashedly pink and froufy. I might wear a tiara.
In summation, this will be a birthday I can celebrate. I haven't seriously celebrated my birthday in years. Last year, I had some slightly stale cake I had been hoarding for about a week that I had brought from home. I was singing... "Happy birthday to me...I want my mommy cause she's the only one who cares....sob." Which wasn't true at all. I just didn't tell anybody, really. I have this thing against telling people when it's my birthday, because I have this fear I'll tell them and they'll still forget, and my twisted logic is that if I don't tell them, I have no reason to feel sad because nobody knew anyway. But I'm celebrating this year, no matter what. I know it's selfish, but I want someone to tell me "Happy Birthday" on my birthday without me having to squeeze into a conversation, "Oh, by the way, it's my birthday today". I think that would be the best birthday present ever. Better than hazelnut cream cheese and froufy pink dresses.
Oh, yeah, Shack on the Lake was awesome. I really got to spend some quality time with God, which I've sorely missed, and I met some new people and got to know others better. And I've learned we've got some godly men and gutsy gals in the Shack...but I think I knew that in my heart all along. I'm really lucky to be a part of it, even though I'm not as involved as I used to be. And I never knew Lake Murray was so beautiful. I told Lou if I was filthy rich, I'd live there, and she promptly responded, "If I was filthy, I'd live here."
Seriously, that lake's kinda icky. And the ducks are crazy. But that's another story.
On second thought, I'll tell you the duck story before I go to bed. It was during our "divine hour" during Shack on the Lake, which was an hour of silence and meditation. At one point, we were supposed to listen to the wind, then the water, then another sound of our choosing. I chose the birds, since they were getting kinda LOUD. I was slightly miffed at them. I heard maybe 5 or 6 birdcalls, including ducks. Then the ducks started getting louder...and louder.
I finally opened my eyes, and there was this flock of ducks right in front of me on the shoreline, all looking right at me. It was so hard to keep from busting out laughing. God has a crazy sense of humor...
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Did it every occur to you that maybe the ducks just thought you were one of them? Or maybe that you were.....edible? Lol. Think about it. Attack of the Killer Water Fowl!!! AAAAAAH! Run for your lives!
Oh, God! If we don't praise, even the ducks will cry out? Sure, why not!? Love ya Liza!!
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