Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Playin' With the BIG Boys...

So Monday was my first, official day of college!
 LOL! Can you tell I'm an English/Communications major? Let's see....Poe, Thoreau, Whitman...
And of course, it wouldn't be complete without microscopic print!
Yep, that just about sums it all up. And in case you're wondering what that big, bad boy is on the bottom...
That's my Literature text. :D I think I could kill someone with this thing. Thwack 'em upside the head? Break their neck? haha I've been reading too many Edgar Allan Poe short stories. No wonder Hitchcock was all messed up! Read about psychos long enough and you become one of them!
But then you already knew that about me...:) muaw-hahahaha

Enjoying this gloomy, cloudy, evening,

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Burn, Baby, Burn!

So, I've been thinking a lot lately. We have many tags for the things we like. But what about the things we hate? Oh, I know. Christians aren't supposed to "hate." Well, good luck finding one then, because everyone despises something or someone, no matter how wonderful they are. It doesn't even have to be a vengeful kind of hatred, just a strong enough dislike to put a damper on your day. :P One of my favorite comedians, Tim Hawkins, once said something like this:

"There are four things in this world that I hate. They are (in order): my lawyer...Satan, the people who only eat M&M's in trail mix...and the people who forward e-mails."

I thought that was SO funny, I decided to do something similar. Only instead of listing four things, I'm going to list a whole slew of them...and believe me, this list is by NO means exhaustive. But it's good for starters, so here we go!

In no particular order...


1) crumbs in the jelly jar. (Wipe you're knife, people!)
2) guys who drum on their chest
3) desserts with alternate, substitute ingredients (Can I just say something? It's really profound. But guys... desserts are not supposed to be healthy! I don't care how "almost-but-not-quite" it is, if you're going to go to all the trouble to make a brownie, cookie, or whatever...MAKE IT WITH THE DUMB WHITE SUGAR!!!! Cuz it tastes absolutely terrible without it, and the only reason people ingest it is so as not to hurt your feelings!!! *breathes* okay, I'm done. :D)
4) People who wear jeans to semi-formal occasions
5) wrinkled bed-spreads
6) one crooked knife in a row of straight ones (that one really burns!)
7) girls who talk to you because their brother is interested
8) people who forget to add "lys" to their words. (Can we try to talk like we're ed-ju-micated? lol)
9) people who roll through stop signs
10) long acrylic nails
11) fat people in skinny jeans
12) People who say "liberry" instead of "LIBRARY!"
13) happy endings to stories or movies
14) dirty kitchen counter-tops
15) people who wear striped shirts with plaid shorts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
16) baby-talk to animals (You know who you are!)
17) people who don't blink when you're talking to them (*Awkward turtle*)
18) people who promise they're your friends, but never keep in touch (Just be honest! Truth hurts, but not as badly as deception.)
19) the car in front of me that merges onto the freeway at 20 mph (Jesus loves you, but why make it harder for me?)
20) when the title of a movie is in the same font as the rest of the credits
21) sun masks (the 21st century veil...but way more creepy!)
22) public displays of affection (Trees were created so that you could hide behind them!)
23) guys with significant peach fuzz (Just shave it! Until you've got scruff, this here gal don't find it manly.)
24) breaking out the week I have a million people to see (God's #1 of teaching me the virtue of humility...)
25) fake smiles

I think 25 is a nice round number, don't you :) Of course, now I'll probably get a bunch of emails regarding the benefit of healthy desserts. But I don't care. My philosophy is: eat whatever and  as much as you want (without being gluttonous) just make sure you work out even harder. :D Or it could be I just don't have the mental discipline to resist chocolate. lol ;)

Love you guys!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Random Happenings...

This is one of those times where you feel like blogging, but can't think of anything interesting to say. :)

I feel like so much--and so little--has been going on of late. Trouble is, the things I really want to write about are far too personal to record here on the world wide web! :) Soooo...let's see. What else? *thinking hard* Well, I guess I can always settle for the tid-bits of uninteresting information which people love to read into. Call it a voluntary subjection to gossip. lol But seriously, everyone likes to hear the everyday stuff of other's lives, so I'll give this idea a go...

~Joe and I have undertaken to read Les Miserables together. Haven't you read that book a thousand times, you might ask? Yes, but never from cover to cover. There's a difference! :P We're enjoying it so far. But what I love most is that someone has finally developed a taste for classic reading! For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to share my love of literature with someone who would be willing to listen. Unfortunately, most people doze off before I finish the first paragraph. (Note: And you know it's bad when people request you to read certain books so that they can fall asleep!) Then, if I'm lucky, they'll shake themselves awake and ask something to the effect of: "So, what just happened?" "I don't get it?" "Why can't they talk in normal English?" *scowl* I hope the guy I marry has more of an appreciation for these things than the vast majority of the populous!

~Been everywhere around town today looking for a job. Yes, I officially quit teaching. There's a couple of waitressing positions that look promising, but nothing definite. I keep praying. It's so hard though when you're used to a certain standard of living and then suddenly find yourself forced to economize. Now I'm forced to think about how much that Starbucks really costs, darn it! :)

~Ran into an old friend on Sunday from our previous church. Brought back so many great memories! He was one of the very few kids in my youth group who was nice to me...and heavily respected my dad. I always appreciated him for that.

~School officially starts in--one, two three, four...six days!!! *crash* I can't believe it's really happening. After all these years of work and planning, I'm finally coming into the home-stretch. Just two more years left...and then who knows what lies around the corner? But for the present, my books are ordered, my classes are scheduled, and I'm longing for (and dreading) the day when my room becomes "the dungeon." *Beethoven's 5th* Dun, dun, dun, DUN!!!! 

~Had a fantastic game of volleyball on Sunday, great fellowship, and a heartily delectable meal from Panda Express! It was the first time in 4 MONTHS that I'd tasted Mandarin chicken! *smacks lips* Ah, such a treat!

~Played a really good game of soccer on Saturday, though I do say it myself. ;) (I keep going backwards in my week, don't I? lol) Although, I have to admit, it was the first game I've ever really lost my cool. The center ref was--let's just say "being mean"--and turning a blind eye to the every foul but the ones made by our team. Finally, after one of my players got hurt, I decided I'd had the last straw. I clenched my fists, waited until I was shoulder to shoulder with an opponent, and then shoved her in the back. Hard. And yes, on purpose. *dodges lightening bolt* Yeah, wasn't too proud of that moment, but--being honest--sometimes, if you don't throw you're weight around, you end up being a punching bag. And believe it or not, girl's soccer is FAR more aggressive than guy's. Believe me. I know. ;) There's a reason why they call girls catty... "You're not playing hard 'til you get a card." That was my old coach's gospel. :)

So...that's about it. Of course, I won't mention the emotional, temper-tantrums I've been experiencing of late or the insatiable desire to learn what certain people are thinking (or not thinking) about me...or the fact that I wish I didn't have a heart. Or a conscience...

But other than that, everything's fine! :P

Wishing you all a peaceful, relaxing evening.


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Waiting On the Lord.

"Waiting is just a gift of time in disguise--a time to pray wrapped up in a ribbon of patience...because is the Lord ever late?” ~Ann Voskamp

I've asked myself that question a thousand times, pertaining to a million different circumstances. And after much deliberation, my conclusion is--YES!-- God seems to make it a habit of being perpetually late!

But according to whose schedule? ;P

A friend of mine once told me, "Waiting upon the Lord is easy, but not simple...It is not always easy, but it is always worthy."

May we never grow tired of waiting upon HIM! For then HE shall renew our strength. When we are weak, then we are strong, for the power of Christ dwells in us! We shall mount up with wings like eagles. We shall run and not be weary. We shall walk and not faint. To much is given, much is also required. Whatever we sow, that we shall also reap. And if God be for us, who can prevail against us? Delight yourself in the Lord, and HE shall gives you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to HIM and HE shall bring it to pass. Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for HIM!

And may we never forget: ALL things work together for GOOD to those who love HIM and are called according to HIS will. :) Even if it takes longer than we had originally supposed...

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

I'm SO Confused!

The time has come for me to admit something I've tried to keep under the radar for many years...It's been a constant source of turmoil and trauma (for my parents especially). But these last few years have really aggravated the problem. Are you ready for this?

*sucks in breath and exhales very quickly*
I'm bipolar.

Yes, you read that right. I don't understand myself at all. I literally have two split personalities living inside of me all the time, and there's no medication to speak of that can help.

I'll give you a perfect example:
Last Thursday, I spent a luxurious four hours getting my hair weaved...then I turned around and rushed home for a grueling soccer practice...
I adore BBC period dramas...but I thoroughly enjoy shoot 'em up action films [And the more shattered glass, the better! :)]
I relish a rare, once-in-a-blue-moon pedicure...but I LOVE canyoning and hiking through rivers!
I wish I could dance at a Regency Ball...but I also would love to try Marine Boot Camp! (you know, just to see if I could do it!)
I can be very solemn, mysterious, and pensive...but I can dance the Cha-cha Slide like no tomorrow!
I can be Jane Austen or G.I. Jane, Rapunzel or Rocky...but the crazy thing is, I often switch gears before anyone has a chance to blink.

When people meet me in group gatherings, they can't believe I'm an athlete. When they meet me in any sports-related event, they have trouble believing I'm a girly-girl...and a half-way normal one at that! :P

Is it possible to have such opposite tendencies? I have no idea. But I feel like the odd man out because most girls, as far as I can see, tend to have this whole identity thing all figured out. You're either afraid to break a nail or you're not. Very few can actually sympathize with my bipolar-ness (aka "genius," as my dad calls it :D): "Well, I'm afraid to break a nail only if I just had a manicure and I'm going to a wedding the next day, or..."

[Lol!!! In case you think I'm making this up, I just finished reading this post to Joe. He said, "Yep, that describes you pretty well." Told ya! :)]

I'll give you another case and point.

While in Austria, I discovered that I was more in touch with my Italian side than I previously realized. (Fyi--I credit my Italian heritage for every ounce of extroversion I possess.) This surprised me because at home, when compared to the rest of my family, I tend to be the quiet, reserved one. In fact, my family often tells me to get my nose out of the books and start living life as opposed to reading about it! :P

But while I was away, I found that in the presence of impeccable European decorum, I began to exhibit alarming signs of American boisterousness. lol I just couldn't stand the silence! I mean, for crying out loud, a castle's pretty romantic, but does that mean we're all under perpetual enchantment? I certainly didn't think so. So I sang, chatted, or entertained the rest of my SOS mates with more volume and charisma than they probably wanted. hahaha

And that's just my point! Why can't I be consistent? It would one thing if I were naturally a loud or shy person. But both?

Actually, to throw a spoke in your wheel, sometimes I feel like I have THREE personalities. Particularly when I work out. lol There's the lazy child that whines, "I'm tired, stop," the drill sergeant that screams, "Shut up and get your head back in the game!" and then me who calmly observes the other two squabbling.


Does anybody feel like prescribing me some meds? Therapy? :P

Do you now have more sympathy for my family...who puts up with this Genius 24/7/365? :) Actually, that's not entirely true. They do lock me in a rubber room every so often. 

Hope you guys are having a more sane evening than I am! :D

Lots of laughs,

Sunday, September 11, 2011

In Memory...

I was just 8 years old when my mom told me that something terrible was happening in New York. I didn't understand the significance of it then, but that day would impact me--and countless others--for years to come. It was a day unlike any other, a day when the security of our nation was breached for the first time since Pearl Harbor.

Where were you on 9/11?

I was saying goodbye to my dad on the driveway as he left for work. Little did I know, that somewhere on the other side of the country, countless children were doing the same. Only their parents wouldn't be coming home that night.

I remember sitting in front of the TV, watching the second plane hit.
I remember seeing anchormen standing in front of smoldering debris.
I remember hearing the wail of sirens.
Black smoke billowing into the sky.
People screaming the names of their friends and loves ones still trapped inside.

I can still feel the wave of fear that swept over me as I walked into church the next day and saw grown men whimpering on their knees like babies. Who can forget that day? Who can forget the sacrifice of men, women, police, and firemen who rushed in as the masses rushed out? Who can forget Todd Beamer's voice on flight 93, calling out, "Let's roll!"?

September 11th. It was a day of heroes. It was a day of death, fear and courage, love and despair. 

Let us never forget.

There was a radio ad that played quite often after the 9/11 attack. I loved it. Because, even at the tender age of 8, it reminded me, that despite haneous acts of terrorism, God was still on the throne. And His plan is still in commission, never to be hijacked...

"You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001. Neither will I. I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say, "Good-bye." I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."

I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night. I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out for Me for help.
"I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!"
I said, "Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now."

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered. I was on four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me? I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name - though not all know Me. Some met me for the first time on the 86th floor. Some sought Me with their last breath.Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames;  "Come to Me...this way...take My hand."

Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there. I did not place you in the tower that day.  You may not know why, but I do. However, if you had been there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me? September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.  But someday your journey will end.  And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go."I will be in the stairwell of your final moments. Remember...I love you. ~God"

I can't say that I understand how it feels to lose a loved one. I won't even begin to try. I don't know the right words to say or the comfort to give those for whom 9/11 is more than a national commemoration. But I know this. "God's story never ends in ashes (Elizabeth Elliot)." And if we will let Him, He can take the smoldering ruins of our broken hearts and rebuild it into something beautiful, something worth living--and loving--again.

Let freedom ring!