Daddy's Girl

My Father was my hero

A strong and sturdy man

He taught me how to love my God

And how to trust His hand

My father was my idol

With talent i can't explain

He taught me how to praise my God

in happiness and pain

My father was my best friend

Always my midnight call

He taught me how to trust my God

Even when I take a fall

My father was my mentor

Telling me "yes, you can!"

He taught me how to praise my God

By being just who I am

Me father was my pastor

With faith unfailing and true

He taught me how to love my God

By loving all of you

My father is now in heaven

He lost his cancer fight

He taught me how to trust my God

Even in my darkest night

My father was my everything

But he is happier now

For he's praising our God in heaven

Just like he taught me how. 

I miss you papa! 

Church first, always

Why is it that this school that makes people want to always discuss church? is there nothing else in the world that we can talk about? or is it just my own bitterness towards the institution of "the church" as a whole? 

Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure and really have no way of figuring it out as of right now. So how do I now approach a group project in which others are excited and motivated to compare and contrast denominations and what effect they have on communication or vice versa? 

Not sure but for right now I'm going to sit in class and be bitter... 

Good-bye pageantry, hello real world!

So for those of you who know me, you know that pageantry has been a major part of my life for over three years now. I know that doesn't seem like very long but trust me, on your sixth or seventh month of extreme dieting and 2-a-day workouts.... 3 years is an eternity. 

Alas, this past weekend at the Kingsport Renaissance Center, I bid a fond farewell to an interestingly dramatic chapter of my life. Thankfully I was able to pass my title down to an incredible young lady that will carry the torch (or crown, as it were) for another year. She is an amazing person and if you ever get the chance to meet the new Miss First Frontier, please do so. 

To lay gossip to rest, yes I was in fact larger than I was at Miss Tennessee. So you can stop chattering as though I had no idea that seven months ago I was a size two and now in January of 2009.... I am not! But thanks to the creative stylings of one Mrs. Ethel Smalley I was dressed to kill on saturday night. 

Unfortunately for me, my computer crashed just days before taking with it my strategically planned and arranged farewell speech so in true Maddox fashion I flew by the seat of my pants and of course forgot half of what I was going to say. Oh well, I warned them ahead of time that I was not eloquent nor short-winded :).

So here's one final picture in the life and times of Miss First Frontier 2008

I'm not a virgin anymore"

Is what a young teenage girl mouthed to her "bff" sitting across from her at the table.

Now I have been privy to numerous random table conversations in my lifetime but never have any of them started with this phrase. Nor would I have expected it to provoke such a response as what came out of "bff's" mouth.

"Oh, I 'm so excited! I'm so proud of you"

WWHHHATTTTTT?!?!?! is what immediately came to my mind, but maybe that's just me and my twisted way of thinking. Now I realize that in two months I'll will be marking a quarter century in my life, but am I that far removed that I am actually shocked at this conversation?

Man... I think I need to immerse myself in "Rockband" and "hannah montana" to re-introduce myself to "young society".