-I love my job. I love it more when ALL my babies take good, long naps.
-I'm cooking a Stouffer's lasagna for dinner. I'm pretty excited about it.
-In a little under an hour I will hopefully have won a Vera Bradley microfiber wallet on eBay!
-Tomorrow is my last day of freedom for the foreseeable future...then work starts all the time! Yikes!
-It took over 3 hours to clean my room on Sunday. Yes, 3 hours.
-I started Same Kind of Different as Me today for my Welcome Week assigned reading, it is sooo much better than last year's book.
-I have no more thoughts. Life is good, Houston is hot, and Jennifer is out of here.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Hot Pink Toenails, Service, and Memories
I have hot pink toenails. They make me smile every time I see them.
Today I went to the Mission Training Center to volunteer with my grandfather (he's there every Wednesday). I didn't really know what I was going to be doing before I got there, sat in on a few of the "counseling/prayer" sessions, and finally found my place behind the scenes packing up bags of food for people who came in. Sometimes I wish I was more comfortable with the evangelism side of things, but I know my gift is service, not necessarily interacting with the people out on the front lines. It was a really fun day, I was the youngest person volunteering by-ahem-several years, but I really enjoyed it and hopefully will get to go back at least the next few weeks before I start working switchboard.
May 21,2005...wow I still miss him like crazy. Ridiculous, no?
I'm auditioning for the church orchestra tonight, so I can hopefully play with them this summer. Wish me luck!
Today I went to the Mission Training Center to volunteer with my grandfather (he's there every Wednesday). I didn't really know what I was going to be doing before I got there, sat in on a few of the "counseling/prayer" sessions, and finally found my place behind the scenes packing up bags of food for people who came in. Sometimes I wish I was more comfortable with the evangelism side of things, but I know my gift is service, not necessarily interacting with the people out on the front lines. It was a really fun day, I was the youngest person volunteering by-ahem-several years, but I really enjoyed it and hopefully will get to go back at least the next few weeks before I start working switchboard.
May 21,2005...wow I still miss him like crazy. Ridiculous, no?
I'm auditioning for the church orchestra tonight, so I can hopefully play with them this summer. Wish me luck!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Nostalgic much?
First of all, I'm no longer going to Honduras. Sadness, I know. There's lots of political unrest and protests going on there right now because the government is apparently refusing to address some pretty important issues with water and hunger and other basic needs of their people. So be in prayer for the people of Honduras, as well as their leaders, that they would turn to God and realize the needs of their people and how best to meet those needs. That was, needless to say, a pretty crazy shift in my plans-from planning to be out of the country for the next 2 weeks to now being home-and really having nothing to do! I'm hoping to be able to start working early, so we'll see.
Today I am-still-unpacking all of my stuff from the dorm. And if I'm being completely honest, I didn't get much at all unpacked today. But I did take the time to go through my bookshelves, since I recently realized that The Baby-Sitter's Club and Amber Brown is Not a Crayon are not exactly my reading material of choice any longer. So today I went through them all, and made a list of some of the books I had. Y'all, I own over 100 books from that series. And while going through them I realized that I have read most of the ones that I don't own-because I would say, "I know I own that book!" but, alas, it was not among my collection. It was fun to reminsce and think about the good old days-and yes, I'm pretty sure that saying that makes me officially old. It's okay. Really. I'm over it.
I also watched Dreamgirls last night (courtesy of Netflix), and it was really good! I mean, it was a musical, so it automatically got brownie points with me. (I mean, who wouldn't want to live in a world where people randomly burst into song and perfectly-choreographed dancing at the drop of a hat? Paradise, I'm convinced.) But the story was engrossing and I really enjoyed it-enough to stay up reaaaaalllly late to finish! I'm creating a really bad habit of staying up well past midnight and then sleeping until at least 10. I realize that's typical of teenagers, but it isn't going to fly once I start work and actually have to act like a responsible adult! Oh well. I'll make it happen. Anyways, I really loved the movie-5 stars from Jennifer! And I downloaded the soundtrack this afternoon---Mmmmm. Those girls (and guys) can sayng! Pretty fun. So that was my day. Too thrilling, I know. I'm going to go check on my Crock-Pot Creation (Yes, Jennifer is cooking people. Be amazed.)
Today I am-still-unpacking all of my stuff from the dorm. And if I'm being completely honest, I didn't get much at all unpacked today. But I did take the time to go through my bookshelves, since I recently realized that The Baby-Sitter's Club and Amber Brown is Not a Crayon are not exactly my reading material of choice any longer. So today I went through them all, and made a list of some of the books I had. Y'all, I own over 100 books from that series. And while going through them I realized that I have read most of the ones that I don't own-because I would say, "I know I own that book!" but, alas, it was not among my collection. It was fun to reminsce and think about the good old days-and yes, I'm pretty sure that saying that makes me officially old. It's okay. Really. I'm over it.
I also watched Dreamgirls last night (courtesy of Netflix), and it was really good! I mean, it was a musical, so it automatically got brownie points with me. (I mean, who wouldn't want to live in a world where people randomly burst into song and perfectly-choreographed dancing at the drop of a hat? Paradise, I'm convinced.) But the story was engrossing and I really enjoyed it-enough to stay up reaaaaalllly late to finish! I'm creating a really bad habit of staying up well past midnight and then sleeping until at least 10. I realize that's typical of teenagers, but it isn't going to fly once I start work and actually have to act like a responsible adult! Oh well. I'll make it happen. Anyways, I really loved the movie-5 stars from Jennifer! And I downloaded the soundtrack this afternoon---Mmmmm. Those girls (and guys) can sayng! Pretty fun. So that was my day. Too thrilling, I know. I'm going to go check on my Crock-Pot Creation (Yes, Jennifer is cooking people. Be amazed.)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I think I need to leave the country...
...I spend entirely too much money without the distraction of school. I mean, it's things I *need* for my trip and stuff, but still.
I leave Friday morning to go to Honduras. It definitely hasn't sunk in to my brain yet that it's so soon, but I'm set as far as having everything I need. As far as packing, well....I don't have any room to do it because I still haven't unpacked my dorm stuff yet. I have too much junk and not enough room to put it all away.
On the trip we'll be teaching in a Christian school in Choluteca, while the "Engineers with a Mission" put together a water purification system in a nearby village. It should be fun, I can't wait to build relationships with the kids and teachers, not to mention the other students on the trip! I'll try to update here, depending on what kind of Internet access we have. They say the hotel is pretty nice, so we'll see!
I'm going to go work on unpacking. Or packing. Oh and I have to go pick up my brudder in...like 10 minutes. Oops. I totally didn't, like, forget about him. Or something. Hee hee.
I leave Friday morning to go to Honduras. It definitely hasn't sunk in to my brain yet that it's so soon, but I'm set as far as having everything I need. As far as packing, well....I don't have any room to do it because I still haven't unpacked my dorm stuff yet. I have too much junk and not enough room to put it all away.
On the trip we'll be teaching in a Christian school in Choluteca, while the "Engineers with a Mission" put together a water purification system in a nearby village. It should be fun, I can't wait to build relationships with the kids and teachers, not to mention the other students on the trip! I'll try to update here, depending on what kind of Internet access we have. They say the hotel is pretty nice, so we'll see!
I'm going to go work on unpacking. Or packing. Oh and I have to go pick up my brudder in...like 10 minutes. Oops. I totally didn't, like, forget about him. Or something. Hee hee.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The Class that Almost Wasn't...
So, the blog. Hasn't really caught on yet, in case you didn't notice. Hee hee. As of today, I am officially done with my freshman year of college! And, as a bonus, I think I might actually have something worth blogging about! So here goes...
One of my classes this semester was PHI 1308-Introduction to Ethics. Yes, people, those first three letters stand for PHILOSOPHY. As in, sit around and talk about Aristotle and Plato and how to be great thinkers like them. Not exactly my cup of shaken iced green tea. But being as how my major has no degree requirements, and being as how I only had 14 credit hours when planning my Spring schedule (in the oh-so-Springy month of October, thank you very much early registration) and being as how I am required by this magic major of magnificence to carry at least 15 hours a semester, I really really needed a 3 hour course that was offered at 9 AM MWF. So I did what any rational person would do. I selected every last department in the online course catalog and went through every. single. course. Baylor offered in that time slot for Spring '08. Here's a sampling of what I came up with:
-Financial Accounting? Erm...not so much.
-American Journalism History...sounds fascinating but I think I'm going to pass.
-Electrical Circuit Theory...well of course. How did I ever miss that in my pre-physical therapy course requirements? *insert sarcasm here. And really after everything else I ever say.*
You get the picture. The pickings, they were slim. But lo and behold (I love that phrase), there sat Intro to Ethics, MWF 9-9:50, Professor X. "Well," said my mom (who was of course helping me pick out my courses because, hello, did you really expect me to act like a grown-up adult person, capable of making her own decisions? I didn't think so.) "Ethics is good for a medical-type person. What if you have to decide whether to pull the plug on a terminal patient? Or what if a father's one chance to live is to transplant his adopted daughter's ex-husband's kindey? Wouldn't you need to know what to do then?" Well, yes, Mom, I guess I would need to know what to do then. And I definitely don't think anyone has been watching too much ER/Grey's Anatomy/House lately. Nooo sir. Anyway. So I signed up for PHI 1308, mostly just to fill the void in my schedule with a class that, surely, couldn't be that hard. I would be fine.
Fast forward a few months. First semester is over, and it's Christmas time. I must have told five hundred people what my class schedule looked like for next semester (Well, really it just looks like a sheet of printing paper with a fancy grid and notes like "Room 206-up the stairs and to the right!" because Jennifer is so not at all OCD or afraid of getting lost on the way to class and being inexcusably late on the first day and making a bad impression and I THINK I AM HAVING AN ANEURYSM JUST TYPING ABOUT IT! She's totally not like that.) Anyway, my answer went something like this: "Well I'm signed up for intermediate Spanish, which I'm pretty excited about, and Biology, Religion, and...Ethics...but I'm probably going to drop that because I'm really not so much a philosophy person."
So I get into class on the first day. (On time and totally not lost, thank you very much.) The prof is a young grad student who made me laugh and seemed to actually like philosophy? Weird. But he did enough in the first few weeks to convince me not to drop the class. We read Geach, Mill, Kant, Jane Austen (loves it), and Aristotle. And y'all, something crazy happened. I actually liked philosophy. It wasn't all sitting around talking about old dead guys and what they thought. It was practical, useful stuff that answered questions I'd always had, and then brought up a whole mess of new ones to think about. Yeah. Now, I'm not going to be a philosophy major. Sorry. But you know what? I ended up with a 98 in that class. A 98! In a college course! Not that it was insanely challenging, but still. That's pretty dang good, if I do say so myself, ever so humbly. And you know that Spanish class I was so "excited" about? Yeah. My first B in college, frustrations without end, and the biggest college disappointment yet.
The thing that really stands out here to me (besides the fact that, I PULLED A 98 IN A COLLEGE CLASS!!!!) is that God really does work in crazy ways. I mean, yes, I know this. I could cite a bazillion stories from my life and the lives of people I know to show you this. And maybe this isn't even a really good one. But y'all, I totally thought I knew what was going to go down in this course. I would hate it, grit my teeth, and make it through, hoping that it wouldn't ruin my GPA (which totally isn't important, just that it's tied to my major and grad school and every last one of my scholarships...). But God took it and did something totally awesome. So many times I shut the door on God, put Him in a box, or whatever lingo-catchphrase-churchy word you would like to use. I like to think that I know exactly how things are going to happen and every detail of what my life is going to look like. Maybe when I do that, I'm missing out on a great semester with a really cool prof, where I learn some important things. Maybe when I'm looking for my awesome Spanish class to make my day at the end of the semester, He really wants to use the Ethics course that I signed up for on a whim. Just a thought. Or two or seventy-three.
Maybe this blogging thing will stick after all.
"'For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,' declares the LORD." -Isaiah 55:8
One of my classes this semester was PHI 1308-Introduction to Ethics. Yes, people, those first three letters stand for PHILOSOPHY. As in, sit around and talk about Aristotle and Plato and how to be great thinkers like them. Not exactly my cup of shaken iced green tea. But being as how my major has no degree requirements, and being as how I only had 14 credit hours when planning my Spring schedule (in the oh-so-Springy month of October, thank you very much early registration) and being as how I am required by this magic major of magnificence to carry at least 15 hours a semester, I really really needed a 3 hour course that was offered at 9 AM MWF. So I did what any rational person would do. I selected every last department in the online course catalog and went through every. single. course. Baylor offered in that time slot for Spring '08. Here's a sampling of what I came up with:
-Financial Accounting? Erm...not so much.
-American Journalism History...sounds fascinating but I think I'm going to pass.
-Electrical Circuit Theory...well of course. How did I ever miss that in my pre-physical therapy course requirements? *insert sarcasm here. And really after everything else I ever say.*
You get the picture. The pickings, they were slim. But lo and behold (I love that phrase), there sat Intro to Ethics, MWF 9-9:50, Professor X. "Well," said my mom (who was of course helping me pick out my courses because, hello, did you really expect me to act like a grown-up adult person, capable of making her own decisions? I didn't think so.) "Ethics is good for a medical-type person. What if you have to decide whether to pull the plug on a terminal patient? Or what if a father's one chance to live is to transplant his adopted daughter's ex-husband's kindey? Wouldn't you need to know what to do then?" Well, yes, Mom, I guess I would need to know what to do then. And I definitely don't think anyone has been watching too much ER/Grey's Anatomy/House lately. Nooo sir. Anyway. So I signed up for PHI 1308, mostly just to fill the void in my schedule with a class that, surely, couldn't be that hard. I would be fine.
Fast forward a few months. First semester is over, and it's Christmas time. I must have told five hundred people what my class schedule looked like for next semester (Well, really it just looks like a sheet of printing paper with a fancy grid and notes like "Room 206-up the stairs and to the right!" because Jennifer is so not at all OCD or afraid of getting lost on the way to class and being inexcusably late on the first day and making a bad impression and I THINK I AM HAVING AN ANEURYSM JUST TYPING ABOUT IT! She's totally not like that.) Anyway, my answer went something like this: "Well I'm signed up for intermediate Spanish, which I'm pretty excited about, and Biology, Religion, and...Ethics...but I'm probably going to drop that because I'm really not so much a philosophy person."
So I get into class on the first day. (On time and totally not lost, thank you very much.) The prof is a young grad student who made me laugh and seemed to actually like philosophy? Weird. But he did enough in the first few weeks to convince me not to drop the class. We read Geach, Mill, Kant, Jane Austen (loves it), and Aristotle. And y'all, something crazy happened. I actually liked philosophy. It wasn't all sitting around talking about old dead guys and what they thought. It was practical, useful stuff that answered questions I'd always had, and then brought up a whole mess of new ones to think about. Yeah. Now, I'm not going to be a philosophy major. Sorry. But you know what? I ended up with a 98 in that class. A 98! In a college course! Not that it was insanely challenging, but still. That's pretty dang good, if I do say so myself, ever so humbly. And you know that Spanish class I was so "excited" about? Yeah. My first B in college, frustrations without end, and the biggest college disappointment yet.
The thing that really stands out here to me (besides the fact that, I PULLED A 98 IN A COLLEGE CLASS!!!!) is that God really does work in crazy ways. I mean, yes, I know this. I could cite a bazillion stories from my life and the lives of people I know to show you this. And maybe this isn't even a really good one. But y'all, I totally thought I knew what was going to go down in this course. I would hate it, grit my teeth, and make it through, hoping that it wouldn't ruin my GPA (which totally isn't important, just that it's tied to my major and grad school and every last one of my scholarships...). But God took it and did something totally awesome. So many times I shut the door on God, put Him in a box, or whatever lingo-catchphrase-churchy word you would like to use. I like to think that I know exactly how things are going to happen and every detail of what my life is going to look like. Maybe when I do that, I'm missing out on a great semester with a really cool prof, where I learn some important things. Maybe when I'm looking for my awesome Spanish class to make my day at the end of the semester, He really wants to use the Ethics course that I signed up for on a whim. Just a thought. Or two or seventy-three.
Maybe this blogging thing will stick after all.
"'For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,' declares the LORD." -Isaiah 55:8
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