I, unlike so many, refuse to devote even one useless and ridiculous sentence to the seeming-to-dwindle blogging network. Some people just decide to live life instead of writing about it for a while! Ha.

Anyway, I have decided to pull a Box here and start a rhyming tradition. Freaking Fridays with Faith! I am going to try to blog every friday, ok? That should make some of you happy. This is Tuesday, though, so I guess it doesn't count. But I had a minute so heres my blog post.

Dancing and Being a Smartalec (Or that thing that sounds like that, that I can't spell)

Ok, story time with Faith. So on Saturday we were able to attend a wedding, which is pretty sweet. It was also even sweeter because the people getting married are really cool, and of course, the ceremony was done by none other than The Danny Box, himself, Sr. Pastor of Hill Country Bible Church Pflugerville. Plus it is just fun to say Pflugerville. Anyways, so the wedding is really cool, and I am so inspired by their commitments to each other and God. I know that the majority of the SW blogging network is guys, so bear with me because you probably don't understand how a girl feels when she thinks about romantic things. So that was really cool, and both of my topics have to do with things that took place after this very nice ceremony.
Ok, so we are standing around feeling slightly awkward because we pretty much don't know anybody else at the wedding (us kids) or haven't seen them in years (our parents) - loitering, in simple terms. So Pastor Box comes over and starts talking to us, haven't seen him in a really long time. He said something about reading our blogs, and I am shocked because I don't know what he's read. So I pop off something like, Do you do that when you are supposed to be working? (this seems like a perfectly logical chain of events to me. Awkward/bored, slightly shocked, pop-off.) I didn't even think about it, but then every one's all, "oooh" with that, you-obnoxious-smartalec look. I get that a lot. Go me. So then I try to cover it by actually purposefully saying something nice. "Seeing Jake and Krista so much, I just never forget about you guys. (to Mrs Box) You and Krista are so much alike. I love Krista, she is so cool. (to them both) And Jake is doing a really great job as a youth pastor, our youth group rocks!" And Pastor Box is like, "Oh, so you're saying you would just forget us if you didn't ever see Jake and Krista?" (hahaha)
I am just always being reminded that I say smartalleck stuff so much, no body ever takes me seriously. And I can't think that is exactly pleasing to God. You know, that whole let-no-word-come-out-of-your-mouth-except-what-is-good-for-building-others-up thing. So this issue had kind of been bothering me. One day I decided to try to actually do that thing. You know, not just talk all the flipping time with out thinking, as is my custom. And that like, totally freaked my mom out and got her all wierd. Plus, I just didn't feel like myself. So I spent time thinking about this all last week.
And then, on Saturday, talking to Monsieur Box, I just kind of realized its ok to joke around. I don't think God needs me to change who I am - just to be wise. And so I joked right back with Pastor Box, with my family, and with my friends. I think I always will be a joker. You know, there's a difference between being witty and being a smart mouth.
Maybe.
I just hope every once in a while people will see that I am serious =).

So the other exciting thing - dancing! Oh yeah. I just love dancing. It is a cool thing. I know that lots of people disagree - I am already anticipating a biting, cynical comment from my brother. But I seriously think that one of the coolest things God gave us is music. A rhythm, a melody, a beat, a harmony. Words that sound good and paint pictures in my imagination. It picks you up, calms you down. Kind of like coffee. Except doesn't taste as much like dirt. Anyway, and one of the other coolest things God gave us is bodies! They bend, twist, jump, and sway. They can comfort, they can cause pain, they can feel pain, and they can take you places. And when you put those two sweet things together - music and bodies - you get dancing. To me, it makes perfect sense. Kind of like when you put butter, sugar, flour, eggs, baking soda, and vanilla, (and maybe even some chocolate chips) together, it makes yummy cookies. And I love dancing. OK, I love cookies too. But this is about dancing.
So there was dancing at the reception. And it was so much fun. Granted, I only danced with my little brother Sam and with my dad, but I was just having a blast. And probably looking like a retard. But mainly, having a blast. Really, I don't think there is an actual point to this topic. Just the fact that dancing is very awesome, and that if there is anything that I miss out on by being homeschooled, it is dances. And now, I am through.

PS. An Ode

oh for a thousand dresses to see

to try on, to make twirly

all dresses are fun

delightful each one

yet this one is greater than all

this one is purply, this one is light

its flowers in pink and orange so bright

looking like a mosaic

really fairly poetic

the best of all dresses, great and small

it resembles a fairy dress

I'll settle for no less

beautiful, blowy

happy and flowy

definitely greater than all

(I went shopping this afternoon and fell hopelessly in love with a dress that cost $80, and that I would have no opportunity to wear. It deserved so much more than that simple poem...)