Sunday, January 10, 2010

dating game


When a boy stops calling.


When you go on a date with another boy.


What is this called?


Polygamy? No. It's called dating. And my generation does not know how to do it.


My monster truck show date was wonderful. I knew I would like the guy. He's totally opposite of me; country, conservative and probably knows nothing about Catholicism.




But I do not give two tees about that. I like him. I like that I hate hunting, but I want to go with him. I like that he didn't curse. But, I like more than anything that he loves his mama. and cattle, the boy loves cattle and the country. He can fix things- like a tractor. I'm so successful at this planning-for-the-future-wayyyy-tooo-early deal.




Pray, pray like you've never prayed before because He wants to talk to you. Our Lord, Jesus misses you and wants to talk to you before you go to bed.

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