Meanwhile, in Rivendell . . .

~ Getting a little stuffed bear at your choir's secret Valentine exchange and naming him Herbert Pocket because you just finished reading Great Expectations ~ The ending of the book Christy --every single time ~ Unreasonably shipping Henry Gowen and Elizabeth Staunton (don't you dare judge me, Lizzy) ~ Mentally pairing future profile pictures with future headers ~ Raindrops falling on a puddle like tinkling little musical notes ~ Trying, with a friend, to unravel the intricacies of Luke Goss's portrayal of King Xerxes in One Night with the King  and finally settling on the verdict that he's basically a lovable, flawed puppy ~ Songs like  this one , or  this one ~ Sunrises with God ~ The ridiculous hilarity that is The Man Who Knew Too Little ~ Looking blissfully forward to spring and summer and outdoor explorations and sunshiny books ~ Planning a blogiversary post for October ~ Words like 'gossamer' ~ That feelin...

Isn't it interesting how many un-talked-about movies there are?  Think about it.  We all have different ones--ones we've grown up with, ones we've happened upon purely by chance, ones that make us think, 'Hey, that was a really good movie', ones that make us frustrated due to their lack of presence on Pinterest… So, for no good reason, I've decided to briefly ramble about a few good men  movies that aren't talked about very much, but that deserve to be. Gimme Shelter   This is a really good, really hard  movie.  When I first heard of it, and based solely on the movie poster, I got a vague impression that it was a horror movie.  But then I watched the trailer, and realized that it is not a horror film--it's just a very, very intense drama.  The story is (apparently the true one) of a teenage girl named Apple, who flees from an abusive mother to find her father.  While on her journey, she becomes pregnant, and eventually finds a pla...

Since unveiling my newest blog look a while back, I've gotten several questions about who the terribly adorable couple on the left of the header is.  And, as Rango would say, "I'm glad you asked me that, and I would be happy to tell ya!  But you're all gonna have to listen up!" As I've told most of you (and will tell the rest of you when I get around to your comments), those two beautiful people happen to come from a certain episode in one of my favorite TV shows, Leverage .  (Actually, the people themselves are in the whole show, but the characters they play are different in this one.  Confusing, I know, but we'll get there.) SO.  Basically, in this episode of my dear beloved Leverage , the team is protecting an elderly WWII veteran.  This veteran (played by Danny Glover, which makes the whole thing even more awesome) is believed to know the location of a van Gogh artwork which was lost to Nazis during the war.  Trouble is, Charlie (that's th...

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

Sometimes I have these ranting, parenthetical, overwhelmed, gushing, crazy-person "chats" with God.  I've been getting myself into a funk, relentlessly pursuing one single thought or conception of what I am doing or not doing wrong, and eventually it'll all bubble up and I'll just go off.  It'll start as a typical everyday devotional prayer, and end as a panic-stricken existential conjecture.  My mind just becomes this merry-go-round of worry, worry that I'm always idolizing stories, worry that I don't truly love God, worry that I'm not devoted enough to Him and that I don't always want to spend time with Him, worry that I'm deceiving myself, the list goes on and on.  And, though these "conversations" usually take place mentally, not vocally, I won't even give Him a chance to speak and to try to shake some calm into me.  I'll just go on and on in one never-ending run-on sentence. But then, when I finally do stop, out of ...

Well, would you look at that!   Hamlette has tagged me , and  Cordy  and  Catherine  have both nominated me!  Thanks ever so much, ladies! (Note #1:  As is my wont, I'm not going to specifically tag or nominate people, but if you read any of these three lists of questions and think, "Hey, I want to answer those", consider yourself duly tagged/nominated!  Also, this'll be a very long post.  Just so you're warned ;D  But there should be lots of lovely Pinterest finds!) Hamlette's Tag Rules Thank the person who tagged you Answer the questions Tag some blogging friends Right, here we go, then! (Note #2:  Before we get started, let me just say, there aren't enough questions for me to mention all of you, but I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND I LOVE YOUR BLOGS.  So if I don't mention you, that just means it didn't fit perfectly into one of the categories.  It does not mean that I enjoy your blog any less, or that I don't ...