Jesus, Take the Wheel

Artist/Band: Underwood, Carrie Lyrics for Song: Jesus, Take The WheelLyrics for Album: Some Hearts

She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way to fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was sooo scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way I've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all my own I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on

Tribute to Secret Window

Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King.Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold.Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.

Whew! I am totally and completely in love with the writers of NCIS. I may marry them some day. All of them. I will have a little brothel in Vermont.

Seriously, last night's ep was wicked awesome! Unfortunately, I didn't get to see all of it because I came back late from worship practice in a blizzard with one head light. And, yes, I ended up in the ditch. I hate winter. But, that is beside the point...

From what I did see--Gosh darn! I wish I could write that way. I have my moments. The problem is, no one sees it except for me and maybe a few other crazy people out there who actually read this blog. Maybe I shouldn't wish that I could write for someone else, because when someday I might be writing for someone else, and I will just be hoping and praying that I could get back to writing for myself and I will regret my wish now. Of course, if I keep writing run on sentences like that, I will be living in a van down by the river for the rest of my life as we know it.

Lately, I have been dabbling in poetry. I am not a poet, but Mike's death has had me trying new things--the words just tumble out. Maybe I will post it here someday.

Back to the topic at hand: Tony's psychological break down of sorts and the drum scene were my favorite. I was reverting to Secret window when Tony was doing his thing. Too bad Tony isn't Johnny Depp. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy Michael Weatherly asthetically and all, but JD is beautiful :) And the drum scene--wow! I am told that it was taken from a group called The Blue Man Group. I haven't researched this, so I could be wrong. What I am not wrong about--HECK TO THE YES ON THE MAGNUM REFERENCE!!! I loved it.

Well, have to go--you know work and all that good stuff.

Until next NCIS,

Sarah

Is that a spider?

Green looks like a pretty color to type in today. In fact, I am in a rather "green" mood. Green is way better than yesterday's mood. Yesterday was more like flaming red. Or as the children would say, "I was flippin' pissed off."

But... enough about me. Let's hear about you.

Just kidding. 'Cause you can't really respond (well, except in the comment section). I mean right now, as I am typing, you can't respond. Okay, I digress.

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About ten minutes ago a HUGE spider (I think it was a spider--didn't get close enough to inspect it) crawled across my floor and settled next to the couch. So, I leaped off the couch (think Matrix/Tomb Raider/Mission Impossible/Napolean Dynamite moves) on the other end barely avoiding a near fatal collision with my newly formed woodland creature-friend.

Of course, by this time, all of my stuff was on the other end of the couch. So I stealthily grabbed the blanket I had been using (my roommate's of course) and threw it on the moose... I mean, spider. And then I stood, breathing heavily, in the laundry room. Finally, I asked myself, "What would Jesus do?" Not really... but I just got back from Revolve and I am feeling hyped on faith.

I decided that I would get a location on the spider. So, using military speak in my sneaker phone, I slowly sneaked up on him and whipped the blanket off. He was still there, a bit shorter and scrunched, but most definately alive.

Still, I needed my computer and my faithful GRE book. Grabbing my computer by the cord, I pulled it towards my new found location on the floor and conveniently placed it as a barrier between me and the scary spider. Then, I grabbed my book, Bic pen, and Staples highlighter and continued to watch the spider/learn how to write a 5-6 point essay for the GRE.

Finally, the spider gimped off... possibly to my bedroom. I am not really sure I want to know.

After the spider left, I decided to check my e-mail. Apparently, Tammy Trent and Pauley Perrette check their e-mail at the same time, because I got replies from both of them within a matter of seconds. Cool, huh?

So, to end, I leave you with a question that I am wrestling with: Do I become depressed because there is no NCIS tomorrow... or do I have a part-Y because I get to see Kenny Chesney sing in tight jeans? I am really broken up about this one, guys and girls!

G'nigt John Boy!


P.S. There are some difficult things going on in my life at the moment, but I am choosing to not talk about them here, though I usually do most of my venting here. This stuff is deeper than pounding away at my computer. Although, typing is VERY therapeuatic :) So, pray for me you all!

P.P.S. The spider is back.

Wicked Crazy Day

5:53 Wake up (somewhat grumpily, I might add)

6-7 something: shower, dress, eat, devos, tea, grab lunch, make copies for speech class.

7:45-8:30 Staff Mtg

8:30-2:30 Teach lovely teens

2:30-2:50 Follow-Up staff mtg

2:55-3:05 Change clothes

3:05-3:20ish Drive to Hayes'

3:20-4:30 Dog Training (I think I am getting better!!!)

4:30-4:50 Drive back

4:50-5:30 Shower, change, eat

5:30-6:00 Drive to church, tune violin

6:00-7:30 (we got out early, generally we go to 8) Worship Practice

7:30-7:45 Drive to Hash's

7:45-9:00 Watch end of ET and NCIS

9:00-9:10 Drive Home

9:10-Now Check e-mail and blog

And now I have to go study for the GRE. I have given up on the idea of sleep. I never sleep. I am a caffeine addict and I never sleep. Really, it's great. No, really I am fine.

Pray for me... this whole dog training thing is really stressing me out. I am not perfect at it; therefore, I am pissed at myself. I hate not being perfect. I do everything perfectly. Well, not everything... but, most everything!!! I just don't want to be a failure.

Love you all,

Sarah

I am not a Jew. I don't like pork.

So today I had a conversation with my roommate. It went like this:

Me: "Is that pork?"

Unidentified Student #1: "Yes. It taste's like crap."

Me: "I agree. It taste's like crap. Don't get me wrong, I like it. But it taste's like crap. You know... 'piggy'."

US1: "Yeah."

Roommate who is obsessed with being right ALL THE TIME: "You just ate ham the other day. How is ham any different from pork?"

Me: Silence... Because there is no way I am going to win this argument even if I try.

Roommate: "Sarah? You just ate ham the other day. How is ham any different from pork?"

Me: See above.

Roommate: Proceeds to continune on tirade about how ham is not pork but pork is ham or vice versa.

Me: Not even pretending to care about the existential qualities of ham or pork or spam (or should I say "spic and spam?"). I just used four punctuation marks in one place. I didn't know that was grammatically possible!

I think that my future boss, Don, should use this in his next episode of NCIS. It was thrilling.

So does anyone else understand the idea that ham tastes different than pork? Or is that just me? Comments? Questions? Need to contact the NRA?

The Border Battle

Okay, it's November my peeps, and we all know what that means, right?

The count down begins to THE BIGGEST and THE BEST and THE BRUTALIST game in the history of mankind. Yes, that's right--it's the official Ohio State vs University of Michigan football game. Mwahahaha! And of course, U of M will win!

U of M winning is as obvious as peas and carrots, Santa Clause and Christmas, saxophones in a jazz band, Calvinism and predestination, and (of course) Gibbs and Abby.

By the way, I officially hate Tony, as (according to my future boss, Donald) he was a graduate of OSU. It hurts to even type those letters in connection with each other. In fact, I think I have just recently developed a severe, and possibly life threatening, case of toe nail fungus.

Well, off to study for the GRE. Wish me luck!!!