OK, I've been working on this thing for days. Here it is finally-the tag thingy!

I am: saved! Ecstatic about Chera coming in August! Short. A daughter Overweight. A readaholic. Loved. Passionate. Emphatic. Blessed. Argumentative. Blonde. A sister. Interruptive. Admired. Healthy. Contrary. Happy. A people person. A blogger. Cheerful. A hard worker. A procrastinator. A writer. A musician. Sad that it’s still 2 months until Samuel gets home.

I want: To be more Christlike. To meet the Kinmen team. A million dollars. To not have to work Sundays. The ability to teleport. A job at Quiktrip. A package of uniball pens. To be more organized and neat. To go on a leisurely roadtrip up and down, back and across our grand country. A package of liquid expresso pens. To watch Pride and Prejudice, Glory Road, Over the Hedge, Last Holiday, and Order of the Phoenix. To own many more books and cds than I do now. To be more faithful with this blog.

I wish: That Mama had never had any miscarriages and that we hadn’t lost Jessica. That I was world dictator and could paint the galaxy purple. That Ethan and Naomi would get more schoolwork done. That I was more faithful in memorizing Scripture. That polar bears weren’t actually vicious because they look real cute and cuddly. That all my friends lived close to me. That I could breathe underwater. That I could express beauty in words and pictures exactly as I see it and how it makes me feel. To be exactly the age I am. That my family would always just seamlessly get along perfectly. That I was rich. That I didn’t have to sleep. That I was more influential. That I could fly.

I hate: Knowing I messed something up. Walking into a situation where I feel that I’ve done something wrong, everyone’s upset with me, but we’re all acting like it’s just fine. Losing stuff and then having to look for it. Spending money. Not breaking a board on the first hit. Teens who act like everything’s boring and a bother. Laziness. When people purposely work themselves up or get upset about something. Feeling helpless. Swearing. Bands breaking up (AA and DC Talk being the latest tragedies) Our culture being saturated in twisted sex. Republicans who won’t actually be conservative. Manipulators. Flirts. Parents who dress their 7 year olds immodestly. Whiners. Talebearers. Irresponsible parents. Older siblings always brushing their younger siblings off (I’m sooo glad that none of my siblings do that!). Boyfriends and girlfriends hanging all over each other in public. Christians who refuse to engage in the battle for our culture and government. Parents who always gripe about their kids. Being hungry but nothing sounds good.

I love: God. Music. Dad. Good books. Mama. Food. BonnieJean. Bloggers. Samuel. Texas. Ethan. The sun reflecting on the bottom of a pool. Naomi. Watching, doing, or teaching kata. Joshua. Good movies. Isaac. Dogs. Caleb. Taking pictures. JC. Roadtrips. Chera. Coca Cola with Lime. Being well. Church. Karate. Good conversation. Ideas. Twilight Prayer and Praise. Colors. My cousins and families. Hondas. Friendly strangers. Tournaments. Awesome worship services. Old ladies at the deli who call me honey, babe, and sugar. Dr. Pepper. Old men at the deli who call me ma’am and always say thank you. Movie quotes. Politics. Worldview people. Being silly. Good sermons. Vanilla Coca Cola. Acting crazy. The feeling of getting a job done. Being right. Frozen Mochas. Swimming. Helping homeschool my younger siblings. Daydreaming. Communion. A good workout. All my little buddies in the nursery at church. Seeing other happy families, wheither I know them or not. Italian Crème Sodas. Cute old couples. My Sunday school. Old Southern gentleman. Words. Learning. Looking at pictures. The RI. Quiktrip. RCRY. Co-op. Working with Dad. Purple. Talking with Mama. Bubble gum. Playing with hair. Joshua doing my hair. Internet. Big, huge pickups. Purple semis and buses. Goodwill and thrift stores. Dr. Seuss stories. The fact that my parents are still married.

I miss: Samuel. All my friends and relatives not here. Texas. Wilbur. Not having any sinus trouble. The right to private property.

I hear: 740 am on the radio. Ethan making lunch while telling Mama about the Zahn book he’s reading. The microwave.

I feel: A good kind of tired from working out. Thirsty. Happy. Like I need moisturizer. Frustrated over how little I got done this morning.

I wonder: Where the wind comes from. How images and sounds are transmitted digitally. What I’m going to be when I grow up. How the elections will go this year. If BJ and Samuel will like their classes this fall. If I should open up a cd. What kind of bug seems to have us all down. What I should do for the Missions Room during VBS.

I regret: Saying many things. Eating too much. Procrastinating. Having a biting tongue. Biting my nails. Sleeping too much. Hurting people. Not being fervent in witnessing. Not being better at math. Not being consistent in some duties. Being distracted from my relationship with Jesus.

I am not: Mediocre. A yankee. Perfect. Soft-spoken. High-strung. An artist. An opera singer. A vegetable or mineral. Visitor to Boston in the fall.

I dance: Not very well. When the music is really good. And I enjoy it.

I sing: In the shower. While doing dishes. Veggietales. Along with the radio. Not very well. In church. Softly to myself.

I cry: When I’m mad or in trouble. While listening to certain songs. Whenever someone dies in a movie. While worshipping.

I am not always: Punctual. Practical. Productive. Perfect. Capable of coming up with another ‘p’ word. Kind. Cheerful. Selfless. Diligent. Focused on my Lord.

I make with my hands: Music. All the various foods I make at the deli and here at home. Drawings. Mistakes. Stories. Blog posts. Embroidery. Dishes clean. Letters. Calligraphy quillwork.

I write: Stories. Letters. Blog posts. Lists. Notes. Music.

I confuse: Myself and others. Arabic letters. Western and Westren. People for other people.

I need: To get ready to go to work. To be a light for Christ. A faster internet connection. More money. Food. Water. Shelter. Companionship.

I should: Make my bed. Take a shower. Hurry up and finish this. Contact Ami Shaeffer and Wayland Smalley to volunteer. Resign as Programs coordinator for RCRY-really sad about that one but it’s true. I’m sure they’ll find someone else who will be good at it.

I start: Only two kinds of this: things I finish and things I don’t.

I finish: Only 1 kind here: things I started. Oh wait. I occasionally finish other people’s stuff.

I tag I can’t think of anyone who hasn’t been tagged!