Happy anniversary, frozen pecan pie. You have been in our freezer for one full year. Thursday, November 27, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Today
Today is a very exciting day.
Today is the first non-Sunday day since August that I have off school and work.
I can do whatever I want with this day. Absolutely anything.
At the end of each semester, when I get these freebie days, I always get hit with this revelation in a new way that life isn't always going to be like it is now. That some day (next December) I'm going to graduate from college and then I won't have to do school and work full-time, and the time that I spend in class or studying will be free time, that I get to spend however I want! It's amazing! Maybe, just maybe, I'll be continuously caught up on laundry. Or be able to have friend-nights more than once a week. Or catch up on sleep.
Oh it will be glorious. I'll be able to give myself away to friends and organizations and still have fuel left to power myself up for being myself .
So what am I going to do on this freebie day?
I'm sick. In bed. Trying to recover so I can work well on the black-friday-day-of-hell.
Iz okay.
Today is the first non-Sunday day since August that I have off school and work.
I can do whatever I want with this day. Absolutely anything.
At the end of each semester, when I get these freebie days, I always get hit with this revelation in a new way that life isn't always going to be like it is now. That some day (next December) I'm going to graduate from college and then I won't have to do school and work full-time, and the time that I spend in class or studying will be free time, that I get to spend however I want! It's amazing! Maybe, just maybe, I'll be continuously caught up on laundry. Or be able to have friend-nights more than once a week. Or catch up on sleep.
Oh it will be glorious. I'll be able to give myself away to friends and organizations and still have fuel left to power myself up for being myself .
So what am I going to do on this freebie day?
I'm sick. In bed. Trying to recover so I can work well on the black-friday-day-of-hell.
Iz okay.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
little true story
One time, a long long time ago, I put too much make-up on before going to work. I probably forgot to put my contacts in before applying all the goo, and I rarely wear much so I guess I looked a lot different than I normally did.
So I got to work and one of the hispanic guys looked at me and sayed: "Muy bonita! Five dolla!"
So I got to work and one of the hispanic guys looked at me and sayed: "Muy bonita! Five dolla!"
...never did that again
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
perspective
My roommate, another Bethany, drives a sweet 1980's Buick Century Special station wagon.
The other morning, the four housemates all piled into it to make a grocery store milk run for our waffle breakfast. As we walked out of the ghettoGrandviewPriceChopper to drive home, I looked into the back windshield of the wagon and saw that her car was equipped with a third row bench seat that faced BACKWARDS.
And I thought to myself, 'I must ride in that seat'.
So Corrie and I opened the back hatch, climbed in, and buckled up.
As Bethany reversed out of her parking spot, I freaked out just a little bit on the inside. Imagine sitting the right way in a seat that faces the wrong way, in a car moving forward which is actually backward, in the back of a car that feels like the front of a car, on the left side where there is no steering wheel for me to control.
It feels like a bad dream.
Then Bethany switched from reverse to drive and headed home. Corrie and I tried to acclimate.
But the whole time, my perceptions were completely wrong because I felt like I was moving backward, which was actually forward, on the left side of the road, which was actually the right side of the road, and most importantly, I WAS NOT IN CONTROL and I felt like I should be.
And then I thought that's just kind of like life.
The other morning, the four housemates all piled into it to make a grocery store milk run for our waffle breakfast. As we walked out of the ghettoGrandviewPriceChopper to drive home, I looked into the back windshield of the wagon and saw that her car was equipped with a third row bench seat that faced BACKWARDS.
And I thought to myself, 'I must ride in that seat'.
So Corrie and I opened the back hatch, climbed in, and buckled up.
As Bethany reversed out of her parking spot, I freaked out just a little bit on the inside. Imagine sitting the right way in a seat that faces the wrong way, in a car moving forward which is actually backward, in the back of a car that feels like the front of a car, on the left side where there is no steering wheel for me to control.
It feels like a bad dream.
Then Bethany switched from reverse to drive and headed home. Corrie and I tried to acclimate.
But the whole time, my perceptions were completely wrong because I felt like I was moving backward, which was actually forward, on the left side of the road, which was actually the right side of the road, and most importantly, I WAS NOT IN CONTROL and I felt like I should be.
And then I thought that's just kind of like life.
Monday, November 3, 2008
redemption
Last night was a pretty intense download on the omnipotence of God. Other stuff has been going on in my heart that is just making me ravished over my Savior and showing me how wicked and broken I am and how tremendous He really is.
I can't responsibly describe it.
Anyways.
After the Gathering I drove straight home and went in my room and shut the door and tried to marinade in the fresh perspective of how tiny and vaporistic my all-important life really is and how gracious is my God to love me and let me live in His story and play some kind of part even though I'm just pitiful.
I woke up feeling kind of raw. Which is not bad.
I had to be at work early.
The sunrise was blinding me as I handed one customer his breakfast in the drive-thru and added a doggie treat for his little jet-black friend sitting close to him.
She kept her head low and didn't seem aware of much. I asked him what kind of terrier she was and he said she was just a mutt. She was really old and blind and had hardly any teeth left, he said as he broke up the treat to help her eat the little bits. I asked what her name was and he said Lucky, because he and his wife went to the pound one day and picked her out and brought her home just in time to save her from being put to sleep.
And I just cried.
Right there in the drive-thru.
I can't responsibly describe it.
Anyways.
After the Gathering I drove straight home and went in my room and shut the door and tried to marinade in the fresh perspective of how tiny and vaporistic my all-important life really is and how gracious is my God to love me and let me live in His story and play some kind of part even though I'm just pitiful.
I woke up feeling kind of raw. Which is not bad.
I had to be at work early.
The sunrise was blinding me as I handed one customer his breakfast in the drive-thru and added a doggie treat for his little jet-black friend sitting close to him.
She kept her head low and didn't seem aware of much. I asked him what kind of terrier she was and he said she was just a mutt. She was really old and blind and had hardly any teeth left, he said as he broke up the treat to help her eat the little bits. I asked what her name was and he said Lucky, because he and his wife went to the pound one day and picked her out and brought her home just in time to save her from being put to sleep.
And I just cried.
Right there in the drive-thru.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
updates
- I have a new roommate named Bethany. When I talk to her, it sounds like I'm talking about myself in the third person.
- I have a new roommate named Corrie
- We got rid of the internet at the house
- We got rid of the TV at the house
- I am becoming one of those people who can't function until they have their coffee in the morning
- My hair is so long now that sometimes it is no longer hair. It is mane.
- For halloween, I dressed up as a fast-food employee and handed out chicken. Meaning, I worked all night, but it's ok because
- My little ones are far more precious than I can ever understand.
- God is far more perfect than I can ever understand.
- I can write an 8-page paper in 5 hours
- I can speak fluent spanglish
- Fall is my favorite season.
- I can handle the Winter
- My new food phase it grits
- I'm back on facebook
- Finishing out this semester is going to kill me.
- I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
- I'm excited about voting in my first election.
props to Julie and Shanna for this one:
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