Wednesday | September 28, 2005

I Love Mountains

I really do.
 
Which is probably part of why I have been praying so hard-core about moving to Colorado to go to grad school.  Tonight, I finally bought plane tickets to fly out there in November.  This is exciting on many levels.

Level One: Mountians
Level Two: Seeing Jen
Level Three: Meeting the frog/fish that Jen named after me
Level Four: Hopefully meeting with an adivsor of some sort at CSU to talk about grad school, and check out the campus
Level Five: I get to fly on an airplane.  And I have a layover each way.  The first one is in Chicago, O'Hare to be exact.  I love O'Hare.  And I love layovers.  This is because I thoroughly enjoy taking off.  So the more that happens, the better.  I hope I got some window seats.

Today, I cut my hair.  Ambre and I both believed that it was time for something cuter than just hair, hanging on my head.  So, this afternoon, I got my trusty scissors out (actually I used Ambre's scissors this time) and chopped it off.  There were a few panic moments, when I was making plans on how I could get away with wearing my hair in a ponytail or under a hat for the next month.  But overall, I think it turned out alright.

Tomorrow night, someone is going to die.

Our household is throwing a "Murder Mystery Party".
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Sunday | September 25, 2005

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Tonight, I may have changed my life forever.
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Wednesday | September 21, 2005

Everybody Makes Mistakes, That's Why I Bought a Potato Bag

If you haven't noticed a theme in my life, I will point it out to you.

I have a fear of failure.  I have since I was young. I thought of this random anecdote from my younger years, first it was funny to me, then I noticed how it fit in with my trend.  Well, two anecdotes.

I had this pair of earrings when I was younger.  I think my mom bought them for me at a craft show.  They were little cats, made out of some sort of ceramic material.  Whatever it was, it COULD NOT get wet.  I had such a hard time remembering to take those things out before I took a shower at night.  The night I failed...I remember very clearly.  I took them out part way through my shower.  They disintegrated into two unrecognizable blobs of ceramic material, with earring posts stuck to them.  I was devastated.  Not that I really loved the earrings...they were cute.  But I felt so irresponsible.

I got glasses in forth grade.  Just a few days after I got them, I sat on them.  I cried so hard.  I remember going downstairs to show my mom, I was sobbing.  She was not upset.  She said it wasn't a big deal, we could try to fix them, or get new ones.  I was inconsolable.  I said, "I feel so bad.  I just got them.  I can't even take care of them for more than a week."  I think my mom may have been rather amused by the fact that that was what was bothering me so much.  But I may be wrong (feel free to correct me if I am, mom).

This perplexes me.  Most people would say that this irrational fear of failure is rooted in the way my parents dealt with failure.  But as you can see from story two, I don't think my parents had a big issue with me failing.  In fact, I don't really recall ever thinking my parents and family felt anything but pride for me.  So I don't know where it comes from.  But it is something I am trying to deal with anyway.

That was only supposed to be me sharing the story of the cat earrings.  I thought of it a bit ago and smiled and wanted to share it with you all.  It turned into a novel.  Sorry.  But those cat earrings...ha...funny story, huh?  =)
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Tuesday | September 20, 2005

Sleep Tight

Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
If they do, take a shoe, and beat them black and blue.

That's what my grandma used to say to me back in the day.  It still runs through my head when people say the first line, it only sometimes comes out of my mouth.

I redecorated my bed last night.  My sheets were in need of replacing, and since sheets are so expensive, and I found a sale on "Bed-In-A-Bags" that made an entire bed set about as much as sheets, I went with option B.  It's pretty cute.  It's green.  I am only newly discovering my love of the color green.  But I think this could be a match made in heaven. 

Speaking of heaven, I think I am going to go see that movie "Just Like Heaven" again with my mom this weekend.  I'm pretty excited about this.

Speaking of being excited, here's a verse I wrote down during my quiet time today.

Victory comes from you, O Lord.
   May your blessings rest on your people.
        Psalm 3:8

Again, drilling home the point to me that I can't screw things up, it's all in the hands of the Lord.  And I already know He wins anyway.


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Saturday | September 17, 2005

How Do You Do?

Thanks for helping me to feel so welcome in my frightening new world, guys.  This ought to be a good time.  For anyone who does not know what we are all talking about, PlanetRock is a website set up at The Rock in Ames that lists and displays new posts for the blogs of all kinds of Rock (and NonRock) people.  It helps you keep up with the plethora of blogs that are springing up all over this land.  Here is a link.
Click me!

On another note, I just got back from seeing the movie "Just Like Heaven".  OK, I don't really like chick flicks, but I do really like Mark Ruffalo.  Thus, I loved every moment of this movie.  Whether or not you like Mr. Ruffalo, if you like chick flicks, you will probably like this movie.  I laughed, I cried, I loved it.  Napoleon Dynamite is in it.
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Friday | September 16, 2005

Surprise!

Look at me!  I'm on planetRock.  That was unexpected.  I don't remember signing any sort of "Release of Information" for this one.  But that's fine.  Read away new friends.
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Thursday | September 15, 2005

In Addition

I now want to share with you a small tidbit from "My Utmost for His Highest" by Oswald Chambers.  This small tidbit has helped clear my mind a bit in the last two days.

"Simplicity is the secret of seeing things clearly.  A saint does not think clearly for a long while, but a saint ought to see clearly without any difficulty.  You cannot think a spiritual muddle clear, you have to obey it clear.  In intellectual matters you can think things out, but in spiritual matters you will think yourself into cotton wool.  If there is something upon which God has put His pressure, obey in that matter, bring your imagination into captivity to the obedience of Christ with regard to it and everything will become as clear as daylight.  The reasoning capacity comes afterwards, but we never see along that line, we see like children; when we try to be wise we see nothing. ... When the natural power of vision is devoted to the Holy Spirit, it becomes the power of perceiving God's will and the whole life is kept in simplicity."
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For the Sake of Blog

There really isn't a whole lot to report.  For whatever reason, I have been feeling sort of blah for the last few days.  Probably recovering from a couple of emotional blowouts this last weekend...oddly enough, those emotional blowouts do not indicate that I have anything to report that is going on in my life.  It simply means I encountered another moment in my life where I wonder how I have known myself so long, and still haven't been able to figure out why I act the way I do sometimes.  I was thinking about this the other day.  Sometimes I think it would be comforting to be married, and have someone who spends so much time with me, that after a few years, they start to figure me out.  Ya know, they'd be able to read me, they'd know what to say at the right time, and what would not be a very good idea to say at other times.  But then I think, seriously, I've known myself quite intimately for almost 24 years now, and I'm not even sure I would be able to respond to myself correctly at certain times.  But take heart, there is hope.  Someone knows me better than myself, or any man or woman ever could.

Psalm 139:1-6
O LORD, you have examined my heart
       and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
        You know my every thought when far away.
You chart the path ahead of me
        and tell me where to stop and rest.
        Every moment you know where I am.
You know what I am going to say
        even before I say it, LORD.
You both precede and follow me.
        You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
        too great for me to know!

As I have been seeking God's leading in my life, as to whether or not He wants me to stay in Iowa City, or head somewhere for grad school, I have been praying these verses quite often:

Psalm 139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart
       test me and know my thoughts.
Point out anything in me that offends you,
       and lead me along the path of everlasting life.
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Thursday | September 08, 2005

Welcome to Internet

So I exist.  We just got internet in our house.  Our wireless connection is named "bacon" in case you ever want to steal it from us, and you're hanging out on our cul-de-sac.

I find that I have completely gotten out of the habit of finding my life "blog-worthy".  So it may take me a bit to get back in the hang of telling you things regularly, and figuring out what to tell you that you will care about.

Ooo, ooo I just thought of something completely blog-worthy.

I was in Atlanta last weekend.  I went to see my very good friend, Brooke, get married to a wonderful man named Joel.  And, though I did thoroughly enjoy watching Brooke marry the man of her dreams, the highlight of my weekend happened the next day, when her dad and step-mom took us on a tour of the headquarters of the Weather Channel.  Oh, excuse me, security would be so mad at me for telling all of the people who read my blog that TWC headquarters are in Atlanta.

Anyway, I was totally in the studio, and I watched one of the meteorologists pointing at non-existent weather maps on a large, green wall.  Oh, and if you ever happen to watch the new talk show they are going to be doing on the Weather Channel, the fake pear in the bowl on the table, the one in the front, I put it there.

Aaannnnnddd, during my trip to Atlanta, I completely fell in love with flying.  Now, I want to get a job working for an airline, so I can fly for free.  Only, I don't want to be a flight attendant, since I might get tired of flying then.  So, I am going to be the person who waves the orange sticks on the runway.
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