My plan to pick-up soccer, join the military, and switch to engineering at a college in Manhattan prior to going to seminary.

Okay, so I've always thought of myself as a fairly content person. I'm not one to rock the boat. I like to think I don't whine. (Don't ask any of my friends or family about that one...) I'm easy to please, yada, yada, yada.

It's not true.

**sigh**

I wish it were, but over the past few weeks I've noticed a horrible trend. I'm envious.

If I'm all dressed up, and I see someone in sweat pants- I want to wear sweatpants. BUT if I'm in sweat pants and I see someone all dressed up- I want to be dressed up. I'll choose Mango-Pineapple V8 juice, get up to the counter, see that someone else has the Mixed Berry V8, and suddenly I'm mad at them for picking a better juice. (The whole aisle was stocked with Mixed Berry, I could have chosen it if I really wanted to.) I'm excited I graduated early (I never liked spring semester finals) then I see everyone going through spring semester finals and I turn a little green.

Unfortunately this is not confined to juice selections and finals. The persons I am most jealous of are my siblings. How crazy is that?

Alex is in engineering on a full-ride scholarship from the army. (Yes, I was jealous of the engineering and army. Why in the WORLD would I want to join the military and take Quantum Physics?)

Trevor is heading off to a college in Manhattan to prep for becoming a pastor. (Okay, who doesn't want to go to college in Manhattan... and I wanted to be a pastor before I found out only guys could do it...)

Erika is a freshman in highschool, playing soccer, and hangin' with friends. (I can't play soccer. I probably couldn't play any sport if my life depended on it.)

Julie's not so easy to envy... I'm still very grateful I'm out of diapers... ;)

But then I have to stop and remember. God saved me. He loves me. So he didn't just leave me where he found me, he's patiently working out all my problems and my kinks. And even though I may grouse about my life (which, let's face it, is actually really nice), he's very patient with me, and graciously gives me far more than I deserve.

So until the time I pick-up soccer, join the military, and switch to engineering at a college in Manhattan prior to seminary. I'll just remember Paul's words in Philippians: "I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances."

I'm currently single due to academic rigors required of my boyfriend by Purdue.




Boo, Purdue.

Epiphany of the week: clean out purse...

My car is nice. It's also new and safety conscious. As a result, it has a sensor on the front passenger seat to determine if a small child is sitting there. If the weight in the passenger seat is between a certain number of pounds, the car (wonderful Versa!) decides that a young child must be sitting there and (as a result) the air bag turns off.

The scale does not activate for weights below 20-something pounds, or over 60 pounds.

I don't have children. As a result, the little light to notify me about the disabled airbag never comes on.

Until yesterday.

I look around. No children in my car. Actually, no passenger whatsoever. I'm confused. Why is the passenger airbag off? The seat is empty except for my purse.

My purse....


Yes, so apparently I'm carrying around a bag that weighs as much as a small child.

This could help explain the recent tension I've been feeling in my neck and shoulders...

Note to Self: Don't believe ABC Family movie previews

I am very well aware of the fact that I am corny. I'm a hopeless romantic, and my very obliging boyfriend has only served to destroy what little cold, hard, career woman exterior I had ever managed to assume.

I'm a sap.

Now that that's out on the open, I would like to confess something. There have been previews on ABC Family of a movie (alluringly entitled "Princess") which was set to air last night at 8 p.m. I cleared my calendar and turned down social engagements. (Actually, everyone else was busy and I needed something to justify my existence that evening...) . I was excited. Girly, princess movie (complete with tiaras and huge skirts of taffeta) here I come!

It was so lame.

I know most of you are shaking your heads, giving me a very harsh, "duh!" expression. But I was looking forward to a Princess, a dragon, a handsome rescuer, and a happily ever after. (Granted, there was a happily ever after, but nothing traumatic really happened before they reached that point...)

All I have to say is that the previews were very misleading.

Next ABC family movie I won't block out the entire evening.

I'll have a back-up plan, just in case it's cheesy...

Neurosis #12

I do not, as a general rule, have a problem with nature. I love hiking. An occasional bonfire makes me quite happy. In the summer I enjoy the smells of new-mown grass and lemonade. The pleasures of winter are just as a great with clean snow and the crackle of ice. I even like wildlife. I smile at deer, raccoons, and water bugs. I find them endearing.

But I hate birds.

I'm pinning my horrible paranoia on my dear grandmother. She liked to raise chickens, geese- and one very tempermental rooster. At age three, a rooster can be a terrifying creature, and an angry rooster even more so. Although nothing traumatic ever occured between me and said rooster, I decided to be a wise three-year old and learn from the chicken's mistakes. I never approached that volatile rooster, and to this day I'm scared of all things feathered.

Unfortunately, the feathered creatures seem oblivious to my antipathy for them. Several days ago I noticed a pile of debris collecting in the corner of my front porch. With words muttered under my breath about my raucous male neighbors and their dirty habits, I brushed the straw off the porch. A couple days after that the debris was back, and I, with a sinking feeling in my stomach, looked up to my door mantle, dreading the inevitable. Yes, birds were mid-construction on a very substantial nest. I started shaking. I jump whenever birds fly over me, I wince when one walks within a 20 foot radius. I could not- I WOULD not- walk underneath a bird's home every morning as I left for work. Nor could I do a half dodge, half tuck 'n' roll inside every night, each moment fearing that a bird would fly into my house or my hair. There was only one thing to do...

I knocked the foundation of the nest to the ground. I swept every piece of gathered building material to the wind. I did so with a vehemence that is typically reserved only for those whose pictures I walk by in the post office, but this was serious! Every day since then, I sweep. And every day since I started sweeping, they re-gather their straw and nest-making supplies. I will keep sweeping. Soon, if they don't take the hint, I will have to start confiscating their straw and hay, so that they will never find it.

I'm really not a mean person, promise! Why couldn't a little, homeless puppy decide to make my doorway his home? I would love a puppy...

Excuse me, I have to go sweep my porch.

Because I don't have the attention to write an actual blog entry....

I like orange soda. This is the first orange flavored item I have ever liked. (Barring actual oranges of course...)

Wet dogs smell funny and shouldn't sit on your pastor's arm chair. (Even if it is your pastor's dog...)

The Lysol with Febreeze is my new favorite cleaning supply.

I beat Markus for the first time on any board game this weekend. I didn't win the game. I just beat Markus. It was enough for me. :)

I think (if it wasn't rank cruelty) I would call one of my future sons "Edgar."

Without coffee I'm literally (no joke!) falling asleep while standing. This would be known as an addiction.

I want to paint a room plum and orange. Probably people would be blinded as soon as they entered, but I think it sounds fun... and completely impractical.

I can't beat 5th grade second language learners at Scattegories. However, I can beat the 2nd graders. Good to know.

Buying gas is my least favorite thing to do.

I need to write a full-blown, coherent journal-approximated blog entry some time in the near future. Not sure why I have been so completely unable to formulate coherent thoughts and witty ideas. Perhaps it's because I have been busy doing other things. (Like finally seeing family and boyfriend! Yay!)

PROMISE U!!!

It was wonderful working with these (and other!) kids. Jana became one of my bestest buds and Marney one of my godly mentors. Sign me up for next year! (More pics in just a bit...)

Question

Is the lady at the Chinese take-out allowed to *69 you (thereby calling you back) when you cancel your order?

In the local news...

The neighbors underneath me have started a rock band.

Because I often feel grossly inadequate...

And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.

II Corinthians 9:8