Homecoming, coming home, eggs.

So this weekend I went to Heritage's homecoming with Elzabe as my date (if you do not know, Heritage is my ex-school and Elzabe is my white South African babe). It was fun and I had a ball pretending like I could dance. I just moved my hips, raised my hands when everyone else did, and if all else failed I just swayed with the music. Hahaha it was funny. I probably looked like a total idiot but oh well, that's the past and I can't change it.

But one thing that I realized at homecoming was that I still really, really, really like this guy. What code name should I give him? Hm.... how about.... Duck. Yeah, let's go with Duck. Just roll with it, guys. So I realized that I still superdy duperdy like Duck and that he hasn't changed a bit. He is still the same, old, anything-but-normal Duck. And I still loved it all; everything from the bell bottom pants and platform shoes he wore to a formal dance, to the way he danced like an idiot to "Tik Toc" and didn't care. Yeah he got sweaty and gross, but I still thought he looked as close to perfect as I'll ever find. Most wouldn't find him attractive, but what most don't understand is that his cuteness comes from the inside (how sappy!). It's his personality that makes him so attractive, in my opinion at least. And it just about broke my heart when he pretty much avoided me the whole time at homecoming. There were two seats empty right in front of me at dinner before the dance and Elzabe even said "Hey! Duck, come sit over here!" But he chose to sit on the completely opposite end. Then heaven forbid he even acknowledge me while dancing. It was really sad for me but I tucked it away and chose to have fun dancing. ;) 

Then, as I came home and was sitting here. I realized that I need to stop letting myself hurt because I never see Duck and that we hardly talk anymore. I need to ask God what His plan is for my guy. So I keep trying to pray that God will take away my pitiful sorrow and just fill me with peace and confidence that He will bring the right guy in my life at the right time. And for a short moment it will work but then I remember Duck and everything feels unstable again. Like I have to have this in my hands otherwise I might lose Duck. And the fact of the matter is, I might lose him. But I need to be ok with that because God may have someone ten times better just waiting for me. It's just so hard to imagine that that guy isn't Duck. So this is my current spiritual warfare. Between emotions and trusting God. It's harder than it sounds. Stupid girl stuff. : /

And then, when I feel like all hope might be lost, I am once again rescued by eggs. Yes, eggs. I love eggs so much. My personal favorite being and egg-in-the-hole. Its a piece of bread with a whole in it. You put it on a griddle with butter (yum) and then crack the egg in the hole. Then you cook it how you like it. I personally like my eggs runny. I mean I like them cooked but a little juice never hurts. Never hurts at all. Eggs are a very nice thing and I am blessed by God that can have a dozen of them in my fridge at all times. Yes, indeed, eggs are a miracle. :)

So that's my story. And my life. At the moment, anyhow. Thanksgiving is coming up and this is what I have to do to get ready:

Cook two batches of cornbread for the dressing

Make the cranberry sauce 

Make a maple, brown sugar pound cake

Clean

I like to cook. :) What about you? What are your Thanksgiving chores?

With love for Him.

Yours truly,

SD