Sunday, July 30, 2006

What I love about Jerry Taylor is his voice. I mean, I love what he says, but his voice is a true instrument that he uses with incredible ability. When he reaches the crescendo, I just want to close my eyes to take in his voice. It's like an entire thunderstorm rolled into this one voice--the thunder whose boom encompasses you, the lightening that sometimes scares or startles you, the rain that seems unstoppable. It's incredible.
Lucy likes to watch DVDs with subtitles...


I do not know.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I don't think I have strong enough nerves or a large enough attention span to drive well. I drove with my mom last night for the first time and I think it should be my last time as well. Although it was pretty comical. A garage light came on so I turned my head and my whole body went with it... my mom was not too happy with that! Let me just say, there were too many cars parked on the side of the road. And after 5 seconds on the road... I realized I never want to do this again!

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

If you ever feel the need to be tortured, go to the dentist at 8 o'clock in the morning and then go to the doctor's and have blood drawn in the afternoon. Nobody likes going to the dentist--don't believe all those Barney songs about how unscary the dentist's office is. I think it is completely scary to have someone stick a sharp hook in your mouth and scrape your teeth.. the sound it makes, the "accidental" poking of your gums, and gloved fingers holding your tongue to check for cancer. Once that was over, we made our way to McDonald's which was not a good idea because it throws your taste buds all out of wack! So the whole time, I kept tasting Diet Dr. Pepper when I actually had regular Dr. Pepper... it was quite strange. Then, Lucy and I needed to get physicals so.. that's what we went to do. Unfortunately for me, Lipscomb required that I have my cholesterol checked... which required blood to be drawn. They had had trouble taking my blood pressure so I was dreading the actual needle part. She tried my left arm-nothing. She tried my right arm-nothing. She got a different nurse, she tried a different vein in my right arm-nothing. By this point, I'm laying on my back, sobbing quietly because I've realized that when they say "little prick" they mean painful needle in your arm! She finally tried another vein in my left arm and takes about 2 minutes taking the blood out because she had to use a small needle to minimize the pain. I now know why I have always chosen NOT to give blood--I'm too skinny!

Thursday, July 20, 2006

I absolutely love The Office... it's funny... it's different... it has a heart wrenching love story... it has the best pranks... and it has John Krasinski who has made me fall in love with Jim (his character on the show). I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes... you may not understand them if you do not watch the show... all the more reason to watch!

Michael Scott: It's simply beyond words. It's incalculable.

Michael Scott: Abraham Lincoln once said that "If you're a racist, I will attack you with the North" and these are the principles I carry with me in the workplace.

Michael Scott: No, I'm not going to tell them about the downsizing. If a patient has cancer, you don't tell them.

Mr. Brown: Now this is a simple acronym: H.E.R.O. At Diversity Today, we believe it's very easy to be a hero. All you need are: Honesty, Empathy, Respect, and Open-mindedness.
Dwight Schrute: Excuse me, I'm sorry, but that's not all it takes to be a hero.
Mr. Brown: Okay well, what is a hero to you?
Dwight Schrute: A hero kills people, people that wish him harm. A
hero is part human and part supernatural. A hero is born out of a childhood trauma, or out of a disaster, that must be avenged.
Mr. Brown: Uh, okay, you're thinking of a superhero.

Jim Halpert: This scented candle which I found in the men's bathroom represents the eternal... burning of competition. Or something.
Kevin: It smells like cookies.
Jim Halpert: Yes it does. Yes it does my friend.

Jim Halpert: Just have Dwight punch you.
Michael Scott: Oh, yeah!
Michael Scott: Well, that would be kinda worthless because I know a ton of 14-year-old girls who can kick his ass.
Jim Halpert: You know a ton of 14-year-old girls?
Dwight Schrute: What belt are they?

Jim Halpert: The Albany branch is working right through lunch, to prevent downsizing. But, Michael, he decided to extend our lunch by an hour, so that we could all go down to the dojo and watch him fight Dwight.

Jim: So, yesterday Dwight found half a joint in the parking lot. Which is unfortunate, because it turns out that Dwight finding drugs is more dangerous than most people using drugs.

Pam Beesley: Every so often, Jim dies of boredom. I think today it was the expense reports that did him in. And, uh, our deal is it's up to me to revive him.

Angela: I think green is kind of whorish.

Christian: You put your arms out there. You slit your wrist. You said, 'World, this is my blood, it's red just like yours, so love me.'

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

How about a fun story from New Orleans--Everyone knows that I am a picky eater. I eat when I'm hungry and everything I eat is pretty plain. The second or third night we were in New Orleans, Steve Hare (one of our sponsors) started to talk to me about my eating habits... it was the typical conversation I end up having with people. He would ask questions like "What's your favorite food?" and "Would you rather have fruits or vegetables?" I answered them like I always do "I don't have a favorite food." and "Fruits". From this conversation, he somehow got that I have something wrong with my eating which means that I have problems socially. That night, the whole group, including people from other churches that were staying at Tammany Oaks, were playing a game that the guys from our group made up. Steve comes behind me and pats me on the back, saying, "I'm glad you're playing." That is just the beginning of the unnecessary encouragement that Steve starts to give me during the week. We're standing in line for dinner and he asks me if I'm eating tonight. I say yes in a tone that should give away the fact that that was a stupid question. But his response to my "Yes" was "Good for you." At this point, I'm not annoyed anymore. I'm amused. It becomes a joke among the rest of us and Steve doesn't realize that we think it's a joke until later. So now, when I'm eating around someone who was on the trip, they encourage me. It's actually VERY funny.
Waiting on the World To Change
by John Mayer

Me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood.
They say we stand for nothing
and there's no way we ever could.
Now we see everything that's going wrong
with the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
to rise above and beat it

So we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change
We keep waiting, waiting on the world to change
It's hard to beat the system
when we're standing at a distance
So we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change

Now if we had the power
to bring our neighbors home from war
They would have never missed a Christmas
No more ribbons on thier door
And when you trust your television
what you get is what you got
Cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want.

That's why we're waiting, waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change
It's not that we don't care,
we just know that the fight ain't fair
So we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change

And we're still waiting, waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change
One day our generation is gonna rule the population
So we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

I've been thinking about saying something about my trip to New Orleans, but I have so much I want to say that I'm afraid of rambling. So I've decided to skip the details and just tell some stories. For those who know me and my family, you know we like to make up stories about people we don't know--just one of those games we play when we people watch. As you drive through New Orleans, almost eleven months after Hurricane Katrina devastated the city, you don't have to make up the stories. They are screaming to be heard and you can't help but listen. The house beside you at the stoplight used to have a family there. Kids used to play in that yard with the dog while the neighborhood cat sat on their front porch. All that's left to tell the story of this house are the spray painted markings on the front that indicate 2 animals were found inside and sent to a shelter in California. And after just 3 days of driving past this devastation, you know better than to hope that this house will ever be a home again. The van is unusually silent as you drive past the broken homes except for the occasional 'can you imagine...?' or 'look at this one'. You feel guilty as you take a picture while a man watches you because this is his home that is destroyed and here you are-a tourist-come to marvel at the tragedy. In your mind, you say, 'why rebuild at all?' 'there's too much devastation to repair.' 'won't this just happen again?' But don't say it outloud, because these people are proud to rebuild. Yard signs, church signs, billboards--all saying WE ARE NEW ORLEANS. Where we see lost hope, they see potential. Potential to become more than what they were and to unify the city so that everyone can see that New Orleans will not be beaten. I'd like to say that I see the potential too, but I can't see past Bourbon Street with the man who was Drinking For Jesus. And I can't see past the fact that the only people left are the ones who can't afford to rebuild their property. I can't see past how little help these people receive and how surprised they are when they realize that that's all we want to do. This experience was amazing. To go there and see what we saw, created an unspoken understanding, I think, between those of us on this trip. Words cannot describe what happened in New Orleans the day Katrina came. And I don't think they're supposed to.

Friday, July 14, 2006

My mom has recently discovered that foods with hydrogenated or partially hydrogenated oils are bad for you.... I don't remember why but they are now FORBIDDEN in this house. Well all I wanted was a piece of toast this morning... a piece of toast with butter and jelly. So I use some of this new, safe butter on this piece of toast........... This was the most disgusting piece of toast I have ever had... the after-taste is bad, the initial taste is bad, AND I had to wrestle with the butter to get it on the bread! IF THE PACKAGE SAYS SPREADABLE BUTTER, WHY DOES IT RIP APART THE BREAD IN THE PROCESS!! and that's my warning to all you health nuts... just because it's better for you doesn't mean I will enjoy it.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Starting yesterday, I am by myself at home (with my dad, but he's at work during the day). My mom and little sister are on a mission trip with the middle school girls in Fort Worth---so I am at home, writing thank you notes to all those who were kind enough to send me something for graduation. It's not that I think thank you notes are stupid-because they're not-but i just think they aren't appreciated. I know that when my family gets a thank you note in the mail, all I 'm thinking is, "O yeah, we did get her a present. Wow that was awhile ago. Why didn't she just call to thank us? It would have been a lot quicker." Because it's been awhile since I got most of these cards, I don't even remember whether they sent a card or just a gift. But I would rather write the notes than actually make calls to people... so I guess my reasoning doesn't even make sense in relation to me. But I was excited about writing thank you notes to the people who got me something that I really liked. One of my mom's friends from college sent me towels with my name stitched on them... I LOVE them... another one of my mom's friends sent me a neckalce with a compass on it and I love that too... one of the most thoughtful gifts though was the stationary given to me by our old friends, the Selbys... I think more people should give stationary as a present because we are starting college and writing letters is a lot more fun than e-mailing... plus getting mail is a lot more exciting than getting on the computer.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Starting Off

I guess the title of this blog is pretty self explanatory. The transition from high school to college is going to be tough and I realize that. But I feel like I'm just adjusting to my life in Abilene now and I don't get anytime to be familiar with it. I've just made some good friends that I wish I had more time with, but it is my decision to go to Lipscomb and not ACU-so it's my own fault. I know that Lipscomb was the right choice for me because I do rely too much on my parents for things and I need to be on my own... I need to grow up.

I think I can... I think I can... I think I can