No, but seriously... if nobody else has to go to the hospital in the next 20394823 years, it will be too soon!
Friday, March 30, 2012
Bubble Wrap
I have decided that I really want to wrap all of my family and friends in bubble wrap so nobody else can get sick or hurt!! This week has been one unexpected medical obstacle after another with all of the people that I love, and it is wearing me down!
No, but seriously... if nobody else has to go to the hospital in the next 20394823 years, it will be too soon!
No, but seriously... if nobody else has to go to the hospital in the next 20394823 years, it will be too soon!
Friday, March 23, 2012
One Day
I think that adoption is the most beautiful thing in the whole entire world. I believe that every child deserves a home and a family that loves them. Adoption has always been something that has been in the back of my mind, and has become so much more real since spending time with those children in Honduras.
"God did not make too many people and not enough resources to go around. Because we are living in HIS world, there has to be a solution" -Katie Davis. There are over 150 million children right this second who don't have parents to love them and take care of them. They don't have a daddy to pick them up and play sports with them. They don't have a mommy to read to them and kiss their booboos. 150 million children. They are no different than any other child, they just lack a family that loves them. If family is so important to us in our culture, how can we see these children and not do something about it? Our hearts have a capacity to love an incredible amount. How can we turn a blind eye to a child who only wants a family? Something that we have given our own biological children, but won't extend to offer to another? I don't get it.
So many times in the Bible God mentions how much He loves the children, "let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these" (Mark 10:13). If God has such a passion and a heart for these children, shouldn't we too? "Whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me" (Matthew 18:5). How beautiful is that? Children are a gift from God, to be treasured, loved and cared for - not abandoned and left by themselves.
One day I will take part in this adoption process. I will be able to bring home a beautiful little child who will be as much mine as if they were biologically my own. If it wasn't for adoption laws, there is a good chance I would be fighting to have Sara with me right now. Adoption is such a huge part of my heart, I have considered teaching in an orphanage (that's a whole other blog posting for another time), and I know that it will be a significant part of my life.
"I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you" -John 14:18. I WILL. I don't care what others say about adoption. I do not care who supports me and who thinks I'm crazy. I really don't. Adoption is beautiful, and I will go to the aid of one (or several) of these precious child's of God.
Until then, 1 Samuel 1:27 will be my motto. "I prayed for this child, and the Lord granted me what I asked from Him". I am praying now for this child who is probably not even born yet. For this child who will one day be my beautiful son or daughter. For the orphanage they will temporarily live in. For their birthmother to be safe during her pregnancy. For this precious child of God who will one day be in my family. Until the time comes, I'll be praying for this child. I'd love for you to join me in praying for them too, as they will one day become your grandchild, neice/nephew, great grandchild, family member or friend. The Lord hears our prayers, it's never too early to be praying for this beautiful child that will one day join our family! One day!
"God did not make too many people and not enough resources to go around. Because we are living in HIS world, there has to be a solution" -Katie Davis. There are over 150 million children right this second who don't have parents to love them and take care of them. They don't have a daddy to pick them up and play sports with them. They don't have a mommy to read to them and kiss their booboos. 150 million children. They are no different than any other child, they just lack a family that loves them. If family is so important to us in our culture, how can we see these children and not do something about it? Our hearts have a capacity to love an incredible amount. How can we turn a blind eye to a child who only wants a family? Something that we have given our own biological children, but won't extend to offer to another? I don't get it.
So many times in the Bible God mentions how much He loves the children, "let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these" (Mark 10:13). If God has such a passion and a heart for these children, shouldn't we too? "Whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me" (Matthew 18:5). How beautiful is that? Children are a gift from God, to be treasured, loved and cared for - not abandoned and left by themselves.
One day I will take part in this adoption process. I will be able to bring home a beautiful little child who will be as much mine as if they were biologically my own. If it wasn't for adoption laws, there is a good chance I would be fighting to have Sara with me right now. Adoption is such a huge part of my heart, I have considered teaching in an orphanage (that's a whole other blog posting for another time), and I know that it will be a significant part of my life.
"I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you" -John 14:18. I WILL. I don't care what others say about adoption. I do not care who supports me and who thinks I'm crazy. I really don't. Adoption is beautiful, and I will go to the aid of one (or several) of these precious child's of God.
Until then, 1 Samuel 1:27 will be my motto. "I prayed for this child, and the Lord granted me what I asked from Him". I am praying now for this child who is probably not even born yet. For this child who will one day be my beautiful son or daughter. For the orphanage they will temporarily live in. For their birthmother to be safe during her pregnancy. For this precious child of God who will one day be in my family. Until the time comes, I'll be praying for this child. I'd love for you to join me in praying for them too, as they will one day become your grandchild, neice/nephew, great grandchild, family member or friend. The Lord hears our prayers, it's never too early to be praying for this beautiful child that will one day join our family! One day!
The Dream
I have dreamed of my sweet Sara from Honduras several times since coming home from Honduras. I am the kind of person that cannot remember my dreams when I wake up - I never have been able to, so the fact that I can vividly remember every dream I have about Sara is so special to me.
The past week she has been in my dreams every night without fail. There have been dreams of going to the park and playing, dreams of picking her up from preschool, dreams of her sitting on my lap in church. Dreams where I'm trying to teach her English, and me trying to learn Spanish too, in an effort to keep some of her Honduran culture. Dreams where I'm trying desperately to make beans and rice for dinner because that is her "normal" from Honduras, even though I find it repulsing. Dreams where I'm reading her books, and laughing with her, and being silly. Regardless of the dream, she is always here in America with me. She is mine. I am her mother and we are a happy family.
Last night was a dream of another variety. We were in our home when a knock came on the door. When I opened the door it was Honduran government officials demanding that I give Sara up. They tried to take her from me, and then tried to kill her in my arms. The dream went on forever and wouldn't end. The last part of the dream I remember was me holding my Sara, and slamming the door in the Honduran officials face when I finally woke up. I woke up screaming, crying, shaking, and sweating. Literally my bed was soaked. It was the worst nightmare I've ever had. I cannot get the images out of my head, they are crystal clear as if it was actually happening. I think it was the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my entire life.
Point being, I miss my Sara terribly and cannot wait to go back and see her soon!!!
The past week she has been in my dreams every night without fail. There have been dreams of going to the park and playing, dreams of picking her up from preschool, dreams of her sitting on my lap in church. Dreams where I'm trying to teach her English, and me trying to learn Spanish too, in an effort to keep some of her Honduran culture. Dreams where I'm trying desperately to make beans and rice for dinner because that is her "normal" from Honduras, even though I find it repulsing. Dreams where I'm reading her books, and laughing with her, and being silly. Regardless of the dream, she is always here in America with me. She is mine. I am her mother and we are a happy family.
Last night was a dream of another variety. We were in our home when a knock came on the door. When I opened the door it was Honduran government officials demanding that I give Sara up. They tried to take her from me, and then tried to kill her in my arms. The dream went on forever and wouldn't end. The last part of the dream I remember was me holding my Sara, and slamming the door in the Honduran officials face when I finally woke up. I woke up screaming, crying, shaking, and sweating. Literally my bed was soaked. It was the worst nightmare I've ever had. I cannot get the images out of my head, they are crystal clear as if it was actually happening. I think it was the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my entire life.
Point being, I miss my Sara terribly and cannot wait to go back and see her soon!!!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Squeky Clean!!
This week has been so fun! God has definitely changed my perspective and my attitude this week, and I'm LOVING this newfound freedom and love for the everyday that I haven't had in a while!
I went Walmart shopping today to pick up some odd and ends, and decided I'd actually wash dishes tonight. I always wash my tupperware right after I use it, but all of my cups end up going weeks without getting washed because they only have water in them. I noticed Genny had a nice pile of tupperware going that needed to be washed that she hadn't gotten around to doing, and so I decided I'd just make a washing party out of it!
Well... I flooded the bathroom with Dawn bubbles on accident... Whoops? It ended up being so much fun to dance around to the music I was playing and just laugh at my silly mistake. After cleaning the dishes (and the bubbles) I decided to take some time to go through and clean out my drawers in my bathroom as they tend to collect a random assortment of stuff every week when I have to shove everything on my counters into them before the cleaning lady comes.
That was an experience... I have found where all my hairbrushes have disappeared to! And all of my headbands and bobby pins! And a huge collection of other things that my mother might have a heart attack if she found out was sitting in my bathroom drawers. Whoops!
After a mini bathroom makeover/cleanup I'm moving on to tackling the rest of my room tonight! It's not that it's dirty or messy exactly, it's just unorganized which does kinda bother me after a while. One thing about living in a dorm - it forces you to stay organized! Normally my half of the room does look organized and put together in comparison to Genny's... but she cleaned hers today and now I look like an absolute slob. But that's okay. I don't mind cleaning my room here as long as I have some music to jam too and a goal in sight.
Tonight's goal? A movie night!! I got 6 new DVDs today at Walmart (all STEAL of a deals) and am excited to be completely lazy :)
But first -- tackling this last bit of cleaning! I mean, my bathroom is squeky clean, might as well carry that tradition into the rest of my room *temporarily*, right?
I went Walmart shopping today to pick up some odd and ends, and decided I'd actually wash dishes tonight. I always wash my tupperware right after I use it, but all of my cups end up going weeks without getting washed because they only have water in them. I noticed Genny had a nice pile of tupperware going that needed to be washed that she hadn't gotten around to doing, and so I decided I'd just make a washing party out of it!
Well... I flooded the bathroom with Dawn bubbles on accident... Whoops? It ended up being so much fun to dance around to the music I was playing and just laugh at my silly mistake. After cleaning the dishes (and the bubbles) I decided to take some time to go through and clean out my drawers in my bathroom as they tend to collect a random assortment of stuff every week when I have to shove everything on my counters into them before the cleaning lady comes.
That was an experience... I have found where all my hairbrushes have disappeared to! And all of my headbands and bobby pins! And a huge collection of other things that my mother might have a heart attack if she found out was sitting in my bathroom drawers. Whoops!
After a mini bathroom makeover/cleanup I'm moving on to tackling the rest of my room tonight! It's not that it's dirty or messy exactly, it's just unorganized which does kinda bother me after a while. One thing about living in a dorm - it forces you to stay organized! Normally my half of the room does look organized and put together in comparison to Genny's... but she cleaned hers today and now I look like an absolute slob. But that's okay. I don't mind cleaning my room here as long as I have some music to jam too and a goal in sight.
Tonight's goal? A movie night!! I got 6 new DVDs today at Walmart (all STEAL of a deals) and am excited to be completely lazy :)
But first -- tackling this last bit of cleaning! I mean, my bathroom is squeky clean, might as well carry that tradition into the rest of my room *temporarily*, right?
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Restocked the Pantry!
I went grocery shopping for the first time this SEMESTER today. Isn't that exciting? Well... exciting in the fact that now I have food again! I never seem to have a "good" time to grocery shopping. Last semester I'd do it on the weekends I was in College Station, which happened to work out very well. This past semester, I've only been in CS one weekend, and grocery shopping was NOT on my list to do! Up until this afternoon my "pantry" contained (all left over from last semester) popcorn, granola bars, easy mac, peanut butter, and a box of microwavable brownies. My fridge? Oh yeah, that contained my pitcher of filtered water. To say I was on the empty side of things would be an understatement! (Granted, my roommate only has a can of pineapple and a container of veggie-mite to her name!) Well, drumroll please for the new additions to my pantry! We have YOGURT and MUFFINS! (What? A choice for breakfast?). We have CRACKERS and AMERICAN CHEESE! (What? A semi-healthy snack?). We have CHEEZ-ITS and CHIPS! (More snack options? Is that possible?). We have REESES PEANUT BUTTER EGGS, M&MS and COSMIC BROWNIES! (Yummies? Midnight snacks? Chocolate cravings?).
It's SO good to have food options again! As I type this I am snacking on some crackers with cheese, and couldn't be more excited to be satisfying my food cravings in non-campus-food type ways :)
It's SO good to have food options again! As I type this I am snacking on some crackers with cheese, and couldn't be more excited to be satisfying my food cravings in non-campus-food type ways :)
Monday, March 19, 2012
Group Projects
It’s official. Group projects will be the death of me! I’m in a group of 6 in my Multicultural Education class, and we are having to create a documentary against funding through ADA (average daily attendance) programs. That in itself isn’t the bad part.
In our group of 6 we have:
3 people who are taking classes off campus at Blinn
2 people who are in night classes
3 people who work
2 sorority girls
2 people in sports clubs
….
It’s insane. How on Earth do you find time in 6 peoples VERY different schedules to film a documentary? I think that is what this project is actually about… finding time to work together with other people who are in completely different classes, activities, clubs, etc as you!
In our group of 6 we have:
3 people who are taking classes off campus at Blinn
2 people who are in night classes
3 people who work
2 sorority girls
2 people in sports clubs
….
It’s insane. How on Earth do you find time in 6 peoples VERY different schedules to film a documentary? I think that is what this project is actually about… finding time to work together with other people who are in completely different classes, activities, clubs, etc as you!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Me
This semester the devil and I have definitely been fighting it out over the topic of self-doubt. Actually, Jesus and the devil have been battling over me (how incredible is it that we have a God that will step in and fight these battles for us?!), and the devil has been using self-doubt as an insecurity over me.
I began to compare myself to others, and set unrealistic standards for myself. I was going to get a 4.0 and ace every chemistry test this semester. I was going to be the leading scorer on the water polo team. I was going to be the perfect sister for Kole: come home to multiple baseball games, willingly help him on his homework and not worry about when mine was going to get done, and be somebody he could turn to for advice. I was going to be the perfect counselor and write all of my campers a handwritten and personalized letter this semester, and plan several get-togethers for Cho-Yeh counselors at A&M. I was going to be the ideal friend, and always be able to talk and read into what was going on in my friends’ life.
Truth is: those are all unrealistic. I am horrible at science, and even after studying a bunch; I still barely pass those tests. I am the smallest starter and play on the outside – not exactly leading scorer type build or position. I cannot come home on random weeknights or every weekend to watch Kole play baseball. I’m not always around when he needs help and I do get frustrated at times. I can’t honestly write 120+ handwritten and personalized letters so that each camper gets one. I am not great at planning huge get togethers and meshing other peoples schedules to make it work. I am not always able to know when something is wrong with my friends, and I’m not the best at calling to check in as I should be.
Truth is: that’s okay.
This is me. And being “me” is good enough. I am hyper, sassy, and a bit sarcastic. I laugh until I can’t breathe. I have the ability to act like I’m a 5 year old and not care if I’m judged for it. I am loving, caring, and genuine. I’m real. I like to listen to my music a bit too loud. I have a tendency to be a klutz. I am a smart-allec. I’m incredibly stubborn. I burn popcorn without even trying. The good, the bad, the ugly… this is me. And “me” is good enough. I don’t have to be perfect.
Take THAT stinkin’ devil!
I began to compare myself to others, and set unrealistic standards for myself. I was going to get a 4.0 and ace every chemistry test this semester. I was going to be the leading scorer on the water polo team. I was going to be the perfect sister for Kole: come home to multiple baseball games, willingly help him on his homework and not worry about when mine was going to get done, and be somebody he could turn to for advice. I was going to be the perfect counselor and write all of my campers a handwritten and personalized letter this semester, and plan several get-togethers for Cho-Yeh counselors at A&M. I was going to be the ideal friend, and always be able to talk and read into what was going on in my friends’ life.
Truth is: those are all unrealistic. I am horrible at science, and even after studying a bunch; I still barely pass those tests. I am the smallest starter and play on the outside – not exactly leading scorer type build or position. I cannot come home on random weeknights or every weekend to watch Kole play baseball. I’m not always around when he needs help and I do get frustrated at times. I can’t honestly write 120+ handwritten and personalized letters so that each camper gets one. I am not great at planning huge get togethers and meshing other peoples schedules to make it work. I am not always able to know when something is wrong with my friends, and I’m not the best at calling to check in as I should be.
Truth is: that’s okay.
This is me. And being “me” is good enough. I am hyper, sassy, and a bit sarcastic. I laugh until I can’t breathe. I have the ability to act like I’m a 5 year old and not care if I’m judged for it. I am loving, caring, and genuine. I’m real. I like to listen to my music a bit too loud. I have a tendency to be a klutz. I am a smart-allec. I’m incredibly stubborn. I burn popcorn without even trying. The good, the bad, the ugly… this is me. And “me” is good enough. I don’t have to be perfect.
Take THAT stinkin’ devil!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Spring Break 2012 -- The Facts
The fact that Spring Break is winding down is fairly depressing.
The fact that I got to spend a lot of time being lazy with my family is amazing.
The fact that I have incredible friends is such a blessing.
The fact that I got to experience watching the rodeo from a suite was fascinating.
The fact that our house has gone through a mini renovation is weirdening.
The fact that the Passion CD was released this week is reviving.
The fact that I just wrote a free verse thematic pyramid poem (see **) demonstrates that my evening has been relaxing.
The fact that the radio won't play said Passion CD songs is agitating.
The fact that I get to keep all our old furniture for my own place is happily happening.
The fact that people actually live their lives in suite-settings is shocking.
The fact that most of my amazing friends don't live in Houston or go to school in CS is disappointing.
The fact that my number of lazy days are going to quickly deplete is upsetting.
The fact that I only have 33 more days of classes this semester is very exciting!
Free Verse Thematic Pyramid Poem: for those who don't know, I just invented this type of poem (or renamed it incase somebody else had already created it). This is how it works. Each line has a theme: for example, the first line (in our example, line a) has to deal with time. Line b has to deal with being lazy. Line c has to deal with friends, and so forth. This is how it works... abcdefgfedcba! The first and last lines are a, the second and second to last are b, etc! Make sense?
And there is my creative outlet for the night! Hope everybody elses spring break has been just as relaxing and need-fulfilling as mine has!
The fact that I got to spend a lot of time being lazy with my family is amazing.
The fact that I have incredible friends is such a blessing.
The fact that I got to experience watching the rodeo from a suite was fascinating.
The fact that our house has gone through a mini renovation is weirdening.
The fact that the Passion CD was released this week is reviving.
The fact that I just wrote a free verse thematic pyramid poem (see **) demonstrates that my evening has been relaxing.
The fact that the radio won't play said Passion CD songs is agitating.
The fact that I get to keep all our old furniture for my own place is happily happening.
The fact that people actually live their lives in suite-settings is shocking.
The fact that most of my amazing friends don't live in Houston or go to school in CS is disappointing.
The fact that my number of lazy days are going to quickly deplete is upsetting.
The fact that I only have 33 more days of classes this semester is very exciting!
Free Verse Thematic Pyramid Poem: for those who don't know, I just invented this type of poem (or renamed it incase somebody else had already created it). This is how it works. Each line has a theme: for example, the first line (in our example, line a) has to deal with time. Line b has to deal with being lazy. Line c has to deal with friends, and so forth. This is how it works... abcdefgfedcba! The first and last lines are a, the second and second to last are b, etc! Make sense?
And there is my creative outlet for the night! Hope everybody elses spring break has been just as relaxing and need-fulfilling as mine has!
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Unfortunately This Is Normal...
I hope you are sitting down so that you won't fall down laughing at me and my day!
I didn't fall asleep until 1 AM, I was so wide awake last night. I woke up at 6:45 and was alert and fully functioning -- that NEVER happens. I respond to a couple of text messages, and decide I'll just lay in my bed until 7:15 and then I'll get up and get ready for my 8 AM... I hear my roommates alarm go off which means it's 7:37... DANG IT! Hurry and get dressed and brush my teeth (my hair was looking quite lovely today) and meet Emily to walk to our 8 AM...
8AM English class... Emily and I walk in RIGHT at 8, only for our prof to be 15 minutes late... dang it! Rushed for nothing! He then spent a good majority of the class talking about a story where an author was an atheist liberal who writes a short story to make fun of a Christian summer camp.. Oh boy.
9:35 Chemistry... The prof contradicted her notes the ENTIRE class period. I was so confused, but she wouldn't let us ask questions until the end. Finally, after an hour and 15 minutes of lecturing, we ask her about it and she goes "oh... maybe my notes were wrong earlier? I'll get back to y'all"... yeah... my test is Thursday... This class is only Tuesday/Thursday... Hmm..
10:50 Math... Prof had SEVEN typos in her notes. That is two things I have realized since coming to A&M -- one, I'm a typo nazi. Not a grammar nazi, but a typo nazi. It drives me CRAZY! 2) Education majors are A LOT harder on teachers/professors than noneducation majors... Whoops.
I wasn't feeling good when I finally got out of class so I came back and made some mac-n-cheese and laid down for a nap. I knew I wouldn't get anything done if I tried to stay up and study, so decided a nap was my best option. I woke up with a start around 3 this afternoon, but my room was so dark (one of the best things about this dorm -- it is dark all the time, so always perfect napping weather!) that I could have sworn it was 3 AM. I have a paper due at midnight... I bolted to my computer to attach the paper to an email that I drafted to my professor explaining what had happened and why I had missed the midnight deadline. Right as I was pressing send I got a text. Startled at who would be texting me at 3 AM I went over to look at my phone, only to realize it was 3 PM... Needless to say, I deleted that email and went and submitted my paper online, 9 hours ahead of the deadline. Phew.
I was in charge of saving 20 seats tonight for Cho-Yeh at Breakaway, and so had to get there super early. Knowing that traffic is always a mess leaving on Tuesday nights, I parked in West Campus garage. When I pulled up to swipe my parking pass to get into the gate, it automatically opened for me. It had done this before in the West Campus garage, so I didn't think much of it. After Breakaway though when I was trying to leave, it wouldn't let me out of the gate! DANG IT!! I had to call up security and have them check my account for proof that I could park there, before they let me out of the garage. Needless to say it was about an 8 minute event, and the rest of the people trying to leave the garage were NOT very happy!
I got back to my dorm, and was laughing about the events of the day. I had just filled up my huge Texas Tumbler full of water and was sitting down at my desk getting ready to do some math homework when my phone vibrated. I didn't realize that I was sitting on my phone and it scared me so much that I dropped the full glass of water all over me... PERFECT!
At this point, what was there to do but laugh?
I didn't fall asleep until 1 AM, I was so wide awake last night. I woke up at 6:45 and was alert and fully functioning -- that NEVER happens. I respond to a couple of text messages, and decide I'll just lay in my bed until 7:15 and then I'll get up and get ready for my 8 AM... I hear my roommates alarm go off which means it's 7:37... DANG IT! Hurry and get dressed and brush my teeth (my hair was looking quite lovely today) and meet Emily to walk to our 8 AM...
8AM English class... Emily and I walk in RIGHT at 8, only for our prof to be 15 minutes late... dang it! Rushed for nothing! He then spent a good majority of the class talking about a story where an author was an atheist liberal who writes a short story to make fun of a Christian summer camp.. Oh boy.
9:35 Chemistry... The prof contradicted her notes the ENTIRE class period. I was so confused, but she wouldn't let us ask questions until the end. Finally, after an hour and 15 minutes of lecturing, we ask her about it and she goes "oh... maybe my notes were wrong earlier? I'll get back to y'all"... yeah... my test is Thursday... This class is only Tuesday/Thursday... Hmm..
10:50 Math... Prof had SEVEN typos in her notes. That is two things I have realized since coming to A&M -- one, I'm a typo nazi. Not a grammar nazi, but a typo nazi. It drives me CRAZY! 2) Education majors are A LOT harder on teachers/professors than noneducation majors... Whoops.
I wasn't feeling good when I finally got out of class so I came back and made some mac-n-cheese and laid down for a nap. I knew I wouldn't get anything done if I tried to stay up and study, so decided a nap was my best option. I woke up with a start around 3 this afternoon, but my room was so dark (one of the best things about this dorm -- it is dark all the time, so always perfect napping weather!) that I could have sworn it was 3 AM. I have a paper due at midnight... I bolted to my computer to attach the paper to an email that I drafted to my professor explaining what had happened and why I had missed the midnight deadline. Right as I was pressing send I got a text. Startled at who would be texting me at 3 AM I went over to look at my phone, only to realize it was 3 PM... Needless to say, I deleted that email and went and submitted my paper online, 9 hours ahead of the deadline. Phew.
I was in charge of saving 20 seats tonight for Cho-Yeh at Breakaway, and so had to get there super early. Knowing that traffic is always a mess leaving on Tuesday nights, I parked in West Campus garage. When I pulled up to swipe my parking pass to get into the gate, it automatically opened for me. It had done this before in the West Campus garage, so I didn't think much of it. After Breakaway though when I was trying to leave, it wouldn't let me out of the gate! DANG IT!! I had to call up security and have them check my account for proof that I could park there, before they let me out of the garage. Needless to say it was about an 8 minute event, and the rest of the people trying to leave the garage were NOT very happy!
I got back to my dorm, and was laughing about the events of the day. I had just filled up my huge Texas Tumbler full of water and was sitting down at my desk getting ready to do some math homework when my phone vibrated. I didn't realize that I was sitting on my phone and it scared me so much that I dropped the full glass of water all over me... PERFECT!
At this point, what was there to do but laugh?
Sunday, March 4, 2012
1 Year
One year ago, I was anxiously waiting for school to be over with. One year ago, I was eating dinner with my family and my best friend at my favorite Mexican restaurant. One year ago I was dancing and singing praises to my God at a Hillsong concert with Carley. One year ago, I was driving home with the windows down and the radios cranked, not a care in the world. One year ago, I got the worst news ever.
It seems unreal that it has already been a year since my Gramma passed away. I cannot believe that it's already March 4th again. Not a day goes by when I don't think of her; everytime it rains I have this urge to go stand in the downpour because it reminds me so much of sweet memories sitting by the window watching it rain or snow with Gramma.
When my parents told me that they were going to come up for the Aggie Baseball game today, I knew it was more than them wanting to see a baseball game. I had seen them the past 2 weekends, and Spring Break is next week, so I knew it wasn't that either. I knew that my parents wanted us all to be together today.
It seems unbelievable that it has already been a year. I am excited though, knowing that Gramma is in Heaven. Unfortunately, I have known several kids that have passed away in this past year, three in this past month. I take comfort knowing that my Gramma can still be a gramma to those children up in Heaven, and know that one day, she'll be my gramma up there too.
I miss her everyday, but I know that one day I will be able to see her again, and watch the rain with her again, and laugh and be silly with her again. One day!
It seems unreal that it has already been a year since my Gramma passed away. I cannot believe that it's already March 4th again. Not a day goes by when I don't think of her; everytime it rains I have this urge to go stand in the downpour because it reminds me so much of sweet memories sitting by the window watching it rain or snow with Gramma.
When my parents told me that they were going to come up for the Aggie Baseball game today, I knew it was more than them wanting to see a baseball game. I had seen them the past 2 weekends, and Spring Break is next week, so I knew it wasn't that either. I knew that my parents wanted us all to be together today.
It seems unbelievable that it has already been a year. I am excited though, knowing that Gramma is in Heaven. Unfortunately, I have known several kids that have passed away in this past year, three in this past month. I take comfort knowing that my Gramma can still be a gramma to those children up in Heaven, and know that one day, she'll be my gramma up there too.
I miss her everyday, but I know that one day I will be able to see her again, and watch the rain with her again, and laugh and be silly with her again. One day!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Project Life: February
I got kinda creative with February, so not EVERY day has a picture, as some of them were physical memorabilia which represented that day which were included in my album, but this kinda sums up the average every day life of me in February 2012! The everyday, ordinary (and extraordinary) life of Kylie... between Midnight Premieres, Bible Studies, Midwinter Madness, Arizona, friends, and oh yeah, classes... it's a crazy life! But it's MINE and I LOVE IT! (Oh... sidenote: these pictures aren't exactly in order -- sorry!)
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