7:ooam - wake up, shower, and try to prepare body for picture
9:00am - hair appointment across town
10:45am - run frantically across house searching for misc. items that have decided to play a vanishing act.
11:15am - somehow arrive early to bridal shoot on other opposite end of town with dad in tow.
11:16am - suddenly feel a desperate urge to go to the bathroom.
12:45pm - finish photoshoot and race home.
1:15pm - depart for bridal shower.
2:00-5:00pm - smile, make small talk, and thank people graciously.
5:15pm - time to eat for the first time all day? eat with fiance and MOH at Mimi's (!!!)
8:00-11:00pm - take fiance to one of his favorite bands' concert. stand, dance, and nod off.
11:00pm-12:00am - cup of chai
12:30am - return to messy, messy bedroom and blog. will expound later.
Tomorrow: church, drive to OKC, second shower of the weekend, drive to Tulsa, Bible study.
Now: Sleep? Yes!
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
N'Stink
It's 3:00am on Sunday. Still ripe with the flu. Every part of my body is failing me right now except maybe my pinkie toe, and I just woke up with an embarrassing urge to listen to...N'Sync? So strong was the urge that I completed unlawful acts and downloaded it to my computer. So strong was the urge that I only spent two extra minutes searching for grammatically correct versions of the two songs I had in my head, both of which have the word "it's" in the title and are spelled "its." The former English major in me cringes, but the urge was so strong that yes, I listened to the songs before I edited the titles on my computer. Now you know the magnitude of the urge. I am sick and obviously delusional!
NEWSFLASH: JT is wonderful. Okay, so maybe that's old news, but I am reminded especially when he comes to see me AND brings me Jamba Juice even when I am death warmed over. Not only is he incredibly good looking, but he has about a million different smiles and expressions and ways to make me laugh. He's so diverse and sweet and goofy and interesting that my life is never boring with him. I discover new things I love about him everyday and have learned I can't live without his smile, his laugh, his sense of humor, his love and I'm glad I don't have to try!
That I am NOT delusional about!
NEWSFLASH: JT is wonderful. Okay, so maybe that's old news, but I am reminded especially when he comes to see me AND brings me Jamba Juice even when I am death warmed over. Not only is he incredibly good looking, but he has about a million different smiles and expressions and ways to make me laugh. He's so diverse and sweet and goofy and interesting that my life is never boring with him. I discover new things I love about him everyday and have learned I can't live without his smile, his laugh, his sense of humor, his love and I'm glad I don't have to try!
That I am NOT delusional about!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
lifesavers
Figure it's time for an update from me. From making my first delicious, volcanic Cupcake Nightmares to discovering that premarital counseling doesn't involve crying accusations, my life has been unpredictable, fast-paced and absolutely WONDERFUL!
JT has improved significantly. He slept through the night for the first time since his surgery this past Sunday night. His color has returned, he’s a regular speed demon on his crutches and he’s his ornery self again – oh wait, no surgery or severe pain could ever take that away from him :)
Wedding planning is going well. No turning back now. I bought my veil yesterday from this woman who is the perfect picture of what an African-American matriarch should be. She runs this shop called The Clothes Horse (very Sweet Valley, I know, right?) but I had never heard of it as a bridal shop. She has all kinds of dresses and accessories and MAKES veils. Plus she can alter my dress, which is a huge lifesaver! She pretty much can do anything and lets you know, too.
I have had the strangest dreams lately. The other night, in a half-sleep phase, I obsessed for hours about registering for a slow-cooker cookbook. We don’t even have a slow cooker yet! But if we’re both going to be working, I have heard those things are lifesavers! (That’s the second time I’ve used that word in this post; voila – a title!) In another dream, my wedding day came and I had to get married just as I am. For some reason, I focused on how much I needed a tan and we didn’t have any plates or silverware to offer our guests either. Also, I was sick as a dog and my wedding came and went and I couldn’t remember it for the life of me. In fact, the next morning, I woke up in my bed at my parents’ house, where bees were stinging me (?), and JT had left for Costa Rica without me.
We both feel that God has huge things for us as a couple, in our relationship, our future, our careers, and especially our ministry. We are praying and exploring right now, and we both have a feeling that something’s coming soon. Please keep us in your prayers! Oh, and our website is up, so if you want the address and are ready to propel us out of anonymity, check my Facebook or leave me a comment!
At work, we routinely call bookstores to schedule signing and discussion events for our authors. Naturally, I spend a lot of time on the Borders website, checking to make sure our books are listed properly and finding all of the stores within a 50-mile radius of an author’s hometown. I’m going to add a new feature to my blog: Hump Day Shortlists. They are based on the bottom left corner of the Borders website, where they feature celebrities’ top five book, music and movie choices. Now I’m no Radiohead or Stephen King, but this is a short and interesting way to keep me accountable to blogging, and I’m going to take it, starting this week in a new post.
JT's poor ankle.
JT has improved significantly. He slept through the night for the first time since his surgery this past Sunday night. His color has returned, he’s a regular speed demon on his crutches and he’s his ornery self again – oh wait, no surgery or severe pain could ever take that away from him :)
Wedding planning is going well. No turning back now. I bought my veil yesterday from this woman who is the perfect picture of what an African-American matriarch should be. She runs this shop called The Clothes Horse (very Sweet Valley, I know, right?) but I had never heard of it as a bridal shop. She has all kinds of dresses and accessories and MAKES veils. Plus she can alter my dress, which is a huge lifesaver! She pretty much can do anything and lets you know, too.
I have had the strangest dreams lately. The other night, in a half-sleep phase, I obsessed for hours about registering for a slow-cooker cookbook. We don’t even have a slow cooker yet! But if we’re both going to be working, I have heard those things are lifesavers! (That’s the second time I’ve used that word in this post; voila – a title!) In another dream, my wedding day came and I had to get married just as I am. For some reason, I focused on how much I needed a tan and we didn’t have any plates or silverware to offer our guests either. Also, I was sick as a dog and my wedding came and went and I couldn’t remember it for the life of me. In fact, the next morning, I woke up in my bed at my parents’ house, where bees were stinging me (?), and JT had left for Costa Rica without me.
We both feel that God has huge things for us as a couple, in our relationship, our future, our careers, and especially our ministry. We are praying and exploring right now, and we both have a feeling that something’s coming soon. Please keep us in your prayers! Oh, and our website is up, so if you want the address and are ready to propel us out of anonymity, check my Facebook or leave me a comment!
At work, we routinely call bookstores to schedule signing and discussion events for our authors. Naturally, I spend a lot of time on the Borders website, checking to make sure our books are listed properly and finding all of the stores within a 50-mile radius of an author’s hometown. I’m going to add a new feature to my blog: Hump Day Shortlists. They are based on the bottom left corner of the Borders website, where they feature celebrities’ top five book, music and movie choices. Now I’m no Radiohead or Stephen King, but this is a short and interesting way to keep me accountable to blogging, and I’m going to take it, starting this week in a new post.
JT's poor ankle.Wednesday, January 2, 2008
2007
I can't believe it's over.
It's been the strangest year yet. When it began, I was freshly graduated and moved back to Tulsa against all better judgment, where I had no idea what I would do or how I would make friends.
In 2007, I...
In 2007, God was wonderful:
In a single year, my career aspirations went from making bank with a job that I hate, to starting at scratch schooling for physical therapy, to romanticizing a technical writing position that was basically a glorified data entry job, to where I am now in a job I have grown to love. Jobless to job I love because JT had a friend who had a friend.
In a single year, I picked up The Ragamuffin Gospel because it was recommended by an anointed artist, the late Rich Mullins. Instead of being guilty about my shortcomings and trying to make up for them with selfish motives, the author Brennan Manning showed me how God gives us permission to be free from sin and embrace it, not as imperfection but as a picture of grace and redemption. Because I picked up one CD that told me to read a book, I see God's love in an entirely different light, and what the book says about the Bible is right: true love and relationship free from rules and guilt has transforming powers!
In a single year, my steel determination to focus on a career and stay AWAY from men was forgotten for a man who is so good to me, makes me laugh everyday, and inspires me to grow individually. My fiance's example has gently challenged me to improve my habits, my attitude, and my appreciation for life not because he demands it from me, but because he inspires me and has finally led me to believe that I am worth being the best I can be. Because some friends randomly moved to Tulsa, I went from not knowing how I was going to meet someone to a woman months away from her wedding day.
As I look at where I am now compared to where I was on 01.01.07, I choose to recognize God's hand and His power to change a life and set of circumstances in a minute.
It's been the strangest year yet. When it began, I was freshly graduated and moved back to Tulsa against all better judgment, where I had no idea what I would do or how I would make friends.
In 2007, I...
- started the year off in a hotel room with some of my friends who had taken it upon themselves to take a VACATION to Tulsa of all places. I'd just spent 6 hours in the Portland airport coming home from my roommate's wedding.
- fell in love.
- got engaged to the love of my life!!
- lost 30 lbs and changed my lifestyle significantly. Still losing!
- went from barely being able to run a mile to running 9 miles in the Tulsa Run!
- started my first real big girl job.
- started my second real big girl job.
- changed career paths 3 times and tried to go back to school when I was still burnt out. Bad idea!
- visited oregon and south padre island.
- was introduced to The Ragamuffin Gospel.
In 2007, God was wonderful:
In a single year, my career aspirations went from making bank with a job that I hate, to starting at scratch schooling for physical therapy, to romanticizing a technical writing position that was basically a glorified data entry job, to where I am now in a job I have grown to love. Jobless to job I love because JT had a friend who had a friend.
In a single year, I picked up The Ragamuffin Gospel because it was recommended by an anointed artist, the late Rich Mullins. Instead of being guilty about my shortcomings and trying to make up for them with selfish motives, the author Brennan Manning showed me how God gives us permission to be free from sin and embrace it, not as imperfection but as a picture of grace and redemption. Because I picked up one CD that told me to read a book, I see God's love in an entirely different light, and what the book says about the Bible is right: true love and relationship free from rules and guilt has transforming powers!
In a single year, my steel determination to focus on a career and stay AWAY from men was forgotten for a man who is so good to me, makes me laugh everyday, and inspires me to grow individually. My fiance's example has gently challenged me to improve my habits, my attitude, and my appreciation for life not because he demands it from me, but because he inspires me and has finally led me to believe that I am worth being the best I can be. Because some friends randomly moved to Tulsa, I went from not knowing how I was going to meet someone to a woman months away from her wedding day.
As I look at where I am now compared to where I was on 01.01.07, I choose to recognize God's hand and His power to change a life and set of circumstances in a minute.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
chocolate and stress
This is for Robyn...
As if we weren't expecting multiple high calorie days last week, we somehow fit in our cake tasting on Tuesday. It's going to look something like this, alternating white and chocolate cake with buttercream frosting and filling and NO FONDANT except for the cherry blossoms. That morning before work, I decided I should probably check some different cakes to get ideas. When I saw that picture in my Google Image search, it was love at first sight. I am confident it will be love at first bite, too!
Here's a little pearl of wisdom for anyone who faces stress in their life:
Tonight I wasn't feeling well. We got out to look at the Rhema Christmas Lights (I know, isn't that ridiculous?) and there was music playing over the loud speaker. So I danced. I embarrassed the love of my life in front of a crowd. My arms were flailing, my feet were off rhythm, but I was dancing. And it fixed everything; no lie!
Also, if you're stressed, this movie quote might help:
"I used to live my life worrying about tomorrow and then I did some research and discovered something important...10 out of 10 people...die." - Bella
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The Tank of Sharks
I go into Bed Bath & Beyond the other night, mom in tow, determined to pick out what pots and pans we'll be registering for and get the things I don't need JT for like muffin pans and crock pots and whatnot. To me, all I see is a frenzy: shelves and shelves that stretch higher and wider than I can see with three different versions of the same product taunting me with popular brands and differing prices. I didn't know the first place to begin.
Half an hour later, I have handled every pan in the store with no decision about cookware. My mom says I should register for heavy, cast-iron pots at Savory Chef because nonstick pans won't last two years and they make her want to vomit because of the screeching sound they make with fingernails during dishwashing. Do I really want to register for pans that are hundreds of dollars more expensive? I'm not convinced.
So I came out of Bed Bath & Beyond with increasing frustration for all that is nonstick, stainless steel and cast iron.
My only purchase? This trinket, the only thing I knew I absolutely had to have, no matter what JT had to say about it.
update - 01/26/09: my boss and his wife ended up buying this for us. I have taken to fondly calling him Skark because I accidentally wrote it on all of our thank you lists, thank you notes, etc. Nine months into our marriage, he appears in all of my finished recipe photos as the signature trademark, and rightfully so: he is my sous chef!
Half an hour later, I have handled every pan in the store with no decision about cookware. My mom says I should register for heavy, cast-iron pots at Savory Chef because nonstick pans won't last two years and they make her want to vomit because of the screeching sound they make with fingernails during dishwashing. Do I really want to register for pans that are hundreds of dollars more expensive? I'm not convinced.
So I came out of Bed Bath & Beyond with increasing frustration for all that is nonstick, stainless steel and cast iron.
My only purchase? This trinket, the only thing I knew I absolutely had to have, no matter what JT had to say about it.
update - 01/26/09: my boss and his wife ended up buying this for us. I have taken to fondly calling him Skark because I accidentally wrote it on all of our thank you lists, thank you notes, etc. Nine months into our marriage, he appears in all of my finished recipe photos as the signature trademark, and rightfully so: he is my sous chef!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Chicken
I got SO much stuff done today it's not even funny. Well, in all honesty, I could have done more, but given my track record, today was a landmark occasion. Laundry, cleaning out my closet, ferrying my mom about town, and the big kahuna: a chicken marsala dinner complete with a trip to the grocery store and liquor store, to boot. There's a first time for everything!
kiss the cook
chk marsala w/ spaghetti noodles,
asparagus sautee'd in marsala wine and EVOO,
and caesar salad.
mom, digging in.
kiss the cook
chk marsala w/ spaghetti noodles,
asparagus sautee'd in marsala wine and EVOO,
and caesar salad.
mom, digging in.
Oklahoma City is in my sights for tomorrow morning. I'm going to see my friends and professors for a couple of days and take a much-needed weekend away from home. No thinking about jobs, chores, or anything the entire time! I'm bringing a good book for spare time, but I doubt there will be much of that because there are lots of people to catch up with, places to remember, and laughter to be had.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Drugs and Waffles
So I got a phone call for an interview with a pharmaceutical company. May 8. I'm super excited!
Plus, nothing beats going to the grocery store at 10:30 at night because you and your boyfriend are craving waffles! Handsome men + waffles = HEAVEN.
Plus, nothing beats going to the grocery store at 10:30 at night because you and your boyfriend are craving waffles! Handsome men + waffles = HEAVEN.
Monday, April 16, 2007
That's a negative.
I hate pyramid schemes and any other type of illegitimate marketing franchise.
I hate drama more than anything in this world.
I hate being 21, used to coming and going as I please, and now having a 10 o'clock curfew.
I hate it when people are unhappy with me, and even worse when they show it but don't say it.
I hate avocados.
I hate not getting enough sleep and being lethargic and half-asleep all day.
I am in love with How I Met Your Mother
I am in love with the flowers my boyfriend gave me.
I am in love with the color red right now.
I am in love with Anberlin's new CD.
I am in love with the Garnier Fructice line of hair products.
I am in love and envious of soft, fat curls in other people's hair.
I am in love with criss-cross straps on clothes, shoes, and anything.
I hate drama more than anything in this world.
I hate being 21, used to coming and going as I please, and now having a 10 o'clock curfew.
I hate it when people are unhappy with me, and even worse when they show it but don't say it.
I hate avocados.
I hate not getting enough sleep and being lethargic and half-asleep all day.
I am in love with How I Met Your Mother
I am in love with the flowers my boyfriend gave me.
I am in love with the color red right now.
I am in love with Anberlin's new CD.
I am in love with the Garnier Fructice line of hair products.
I am in love and envious of soft, fat curls in other people's hair.
I am in love with criss-cross straps on clothes, shoes, and anything.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
One of these guys
I have never felt more lazy and unmotivated than since I've lived at home. If you've kept up with the chain of events that have occurred thus far, you'll know that I basically haven't accomplished anything.
There's so much that I want, but this stuck feeling I have really debilitates me. My body won't listen to my brain. I need a major breakthrough, and I need it now.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wonderful
You know that feeling you get when you're laughing really hard at something, but you're all alone with no one to share?
Click here and forward to 05:27.
Yeah, it's not that funny, but I am dying over here!
My little roadtrip to OKC was wonderful. The drive was nice because my good friend Dorly was with me. That little clip I posted above was first witnessed at her house a couple of weeks ago, and we were reminiscing and doing our best impressions and laughing until our sides hurt and we sounded dangerously close to the girl in question.
My wonderful roommate and I baked cookies and cheesecake at her apartment. We went to this little Chinese restaurant where I ate religiously in college. It was fun to laugh and talk and be free with two of my favorite girls today.
Boyfriend comes home tomorrow! I'm pumped!
I am seriously dying laughing over here.
Click here and forward to 05:27.
Yeah, it's not that funny, but I am dying over here!
My little roadtrip to OKC was wonderful. The drive was nice because my good friend Dorly was with me. That little clip I posted above was first witnessed at her house a couple of weeks ago, and we were reminiscing and doing our best impressions and laughing until our sides hurt and we sounded dangerously close to the girl in question.
My wonderful roommate and I baked cookies and cheesecake at her apartment. We went to this little Chinese restaurant where I ate religiously in college. It was fun to laugh and talk and be free with two of my favorite girls today.
Boyfriend comes home tomorrow! I'm pumped!
I am seriously dying laughing over here.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Festering
I have been sick since Monday with strep throat. This is the worst case I've ever had, though. On Monday, I recorded my temperature at 103.8 degrees. My tonsils are swollen. My throat is flaming red. I can't swallow without nearly crying. My neck can't be touched and it can barely hold my head up. I've had the worst pressure headache I've ever had. Monday the joints in my back ached so much it made it impossible to stand or sit in a straight position. By Tuesday, every swallow made my stomach feel more sick, and that feeling continues today. Every night, I wake up every hour, on the hour. So you can see, my life hasn't been a picnic lately.
Today, my boyfriend is leaving for three weeks. He's going on one last road trip with one of his best friends whom he is also moving to Washington State. They are going skiing in Vail, camping in Utah, and lots of things I can't remember. They might even be staying with my Roommate's family in Hood River, Oregon, which I am thrilled about! He came to visit me twice last week even though I was on the verge of death and he still likes me even though I looked, smelled, and sounded horrible. He is so wonderful. He took care of me!
Well this sickness forced me to miss all of my classes this week. I am pretty much done anyway. I don't think I have enough energy to catch up in my classes. No mental fortitude. I'm going to start looking for jobs as soon as I get better and don't sound like a little fat kid anymore haha. I am back to the drawing board, pretty much, and it's going to take the Lord to open up the doors for me.
Today, my boyfriend is leaving for three weeks. He's going on one last road trip with one of his best friends whom he is also moving to Washington State. They are going skiing in Vail, camping in Utah, and lots of things I can't remember. They might even be staying with my Roommate's family in Hood River, Oregon, which I am thrilled about! He came to visit me twice last week even though I was on the verge of death and he still likes me even though I looked, smelled, and sounded horrible. He is so wonderful. He took care of me!
Well this sickness forced me to miss all of my classes this week. I am pretty much done anyway. I don't think I have enough energy to catch up in my classes. No mental fortitude. I'm going to start looking for jobs as soon as I get better and don't sound like a little fat kid anymore haha. I am back to the drawing board, pretty much, and it's going to take the Lord to open up the doors for me.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Depressing and Doubtful
Things in life would be so great if I just couldn't think.
I graduated from college, did something most people don't ever have the chance to do, and I did it well. I loved it, worked hard, and was ready when it ran its course.
Then there was nothing.
It was either move back in with the parents or move down to Austin and start a life for myself.
Then physical therapy happened. I'm beginning to think it was just something to do, something to try, because I had no other options. Now, I am unhappy. Everytime I think about school, I cringe. Everytime I look at a textbook, the corners of my mouth (more appropriately, my depressor anguli oris) die. Everytime I go to class, my heart is heavy. I am disorganized, I am behind, and getting back in academic shape isn't important to me. I have senioritis, but at the beginning of my journey.
It could quite possibly be the prospect of four years exactly like this one, no money, no social life (except Jef, he's wonderful) but that's giving myself too much credit. You see, I'm not convinced I would even make it into physical therapy school. Moreover, I'm not convinced physical therapy is what I want to do anymore.
Even though everyone around me has been incredibly supportive of my endeavors, my parents most of all, I know I'm only staying with PT because there's nowhere else to go right now. I am safe in my parents' house, with school as a crutch to be free from adult responsibilities. School used to make me feel safe, but right now, it feels like walls closing in on me.
I've never quit anything before, and I don't know how.
I graduated from college, did something most people don't ever have the chance to do, and I did it well. I loved it, worked hard, and was ready when it ran its course.
Then there was nothing.
It was either move back in with the parents or move down to Austin and start a life for myself.
Then physical therapy happened. I'm beginning to think it was just something to do, something to try, because I had no other options. Now, I am unhappy. Everytime I think about school, I cringe. Everytime I look at a textbook, the corners of my mouth (more appropriately, my depressor anguli oris) die. Everytime I go to class, my heart is heavy. I am disorganized, I am behind, and getting back in academic shape isn't important to me. I have senioritis, but at the beginning of my journey.
It could quite possibly be the prospect of four years exactly like this one, no money, no social life (except Jef, he's wonderful) but that's giving myself too much credit. You see, I'm not convinced I would even make it into physical therapy school. Moreover, I'm not convinced physical therapy is what I want to do anymore.
Even though everyone around me has been incredibly supportive of my endeavors, my parents most of all, I know I'm only staying with PT because there's nowhere else to go right now. I am safe in my parents' house, with school as a crutch to be free from adult responsibilities. School used to make me feel safe, but right now, it feels like walls closing in on me.
I've never quit anything before, and I don't know how.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Seriously Considering Quitting
Sorry I haven't posted in so long.
Basically the events of the past days can best be summed up as follows:
School = DIEHATEFRUSTRATEMAIMDESTROYYYYY! SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING QUITTING. I don't have to do this, you know.
JT= Wonderful.Smile.Handsome.InsanelyLike.
I'll try to be better about updating!
Basically the events of the past days can best be summed up as follows:
School = DIEHATEFRUSTRATEMAIMDESTROYYYYY! SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING QUITTING. I don't have to do this, you know.
JT= Wonderful.Smile.Handsome.InsanelyLike.
I'll try to be better about updating!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
BitterSWEET
Since I last posted, life has been bittersweet.
(-) I have been sick for about a week with the usual UC stuff.
(+) It's caused me to lose eight pounds.
(-) The tests didn't go well at all.
(+) I got to go to a concert with the Best Friend.
(+++++) Since we last spoke, I have acquired a boyfriend.
What's a good codename for Yeffyyy? I will call him Boyfriend for now. Here's the story:
We met at a church camp on Lake of the Ozarks when I was on a traveling drama team during the summer of 2005. Everything that week was crazy because it was my former camp, so I knew a lot of the people, I was working, and a lot of fun was had in general. His best friend happened to go to SNU and told me that Boyfriend had noticed me, but I didn't really think anything of it because I didn't know Boyfriend really well.
Fast forward to 2007. I go to Boyfriend's Best Friend's house for a party and totally hit it off with Boyfriend. I had known all along that he was going to be there, and let's just say I didn't wear my power pearls for nothing. Anyway, I agreed to go see the new James Bond movie with him sometime, and we went a couple of weeks later. Ever since we went to see the movie, we have been talking, playing the Question game, and generally getting to know one another. He sent me the Valentine's photoshop creation I posted below, and won my heart, natch.
This past weekend, Best Friend and I are sitting at the concert, enjoying ourselves, and I've already seen a couple of people I know. A guy in a beanie and glasses comes toward our seats as we're enduring the endless rambles of Desperate Boy in the seat next to us. I wonder why he's looking at me, but when he gets closer, I have my answer. It's Boyfriend! He sits in our empty seat for awhile, and I am shocked and thrilled that I get to see him before he goes out of town! I invite him over to my house for chocolate cake, and he ends up staying for a couple of hours despite having to drive late that night.
That night, he uttered those precious words: "Does this mean we're dating?" My poor Best Friend was left up in my room, watching a movie, on the night before her birthday. I am so grateful for her, though!
Two days later, we went on our first "date," a walk on a trail in historic Tulsa, coffee at Starbucks inside Barnes & Noble, Pursuit of Happyness. It was great!
Trust me: this story isn't over. You will be hearing a lot about him in the future.
(-) I have been sick for about a week with the usual UC stuff.
(+) It's caused me to lose eight pounds.
(-) The tests didn't go well at all.
(+) I got to go to a concert with the Best Friend.
(+++++) Since we last spoke, I have acquired a boyfriend.
What's a good codename for Yeffyyy? I will call him Boyfriend for now. Here's the story:
We met at a church camp on Lake of the Ozarks when I was on a traveling drama team during the summer of 2005. Everything that week was crazy because it was my former camp, so I knew a lot of the people, I was working, and a lot of fun was had in general. His best friend happened to go to SNU and told me that Boyfriend had noticed me, but I didn't really think anything of it because I didn't know Boyfriend really well.
Fast forward to 2007. I go to Boyfriend's Best Friend's house for a party and totally hit it off with Boyfriend. I had known all along that he was going to be there, and let's just say I didn't wear my power pearls for nothing. Anyway, I agreed to go see the new James Bond movie with him sometime, and we went a couple of weeks later. Ever since we went to see the movie, we have been talking, playing the Question game, and generally getting to know one another. He sent me the Valentine's photoshop creation I posted below, and won my heart, natch.
This past weekend, Best Friend and I are sitting at the concert, enjoying ourselves, and I've already seen a couple of people I know. A guy in a beanie and glasses comes toward our seats as we're enduring the endless rambles of Desperate Boy in the seat next to us. I wonder why he's looking at me, but when he gets closer, I have my answer. It's Boyfriend! He sits in our empty seat for awhile, and I am shocked and thrilled that I get to see him before he goes out of town! I invite him over to my house for chocolate cake, and he ends up staying for a couple of hours despite having to drive late that night.
That night, he uttered those precious words: "Does this mean we're dating?" My poor Best Friend was left up in my room, watching a movie, on the night before her birthday. I am so grateful for her, though!
Two days later, we went on our first "date," a walk on a trail in historic Tulsa, coffee at Starbucks inside Barnes & Noble, Pursuit of Happyness. It was great!
Trust me: this story isn't over. You will be hearing a lot about him in the future.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Talking myself down
Sometimes this blog helps just to talk myself down haha...
I am super stressed for my three tests in the next two days. My pulse is racing, even. This morning, I sat down to compose a blog entry saying I was at peace with my tests tomorrow. I've studied the past couple of weeks here and there, but these are the first major exams. To top it off, things are happening in my personal life, too. Everything always happens at once. It's crazy how that works, and never fails!
Ever since that last post when I talked about my vision to help people with prosthetics and orthotics, I have been looking into my options. Apparently, to become certified in that area would only take me until the end of the summer. Do I want to limit myself to that particular specialty? I e-mailed someone from OU, so when I get her advice, I will let you all know!
Today in my parents' mailbox, a nice little Valentine's card was waiting for me from a friend at my old school. Wayne is one of the best guys I have ever known. I am so grateful that he's such a considerate friend. I was his student mentor a year ago when he was a freshman, and he sent me a birthday card after I'd only known him a couple of weeks!
I wish I didn't have to go to my night class, but I think we are getting a take-home test tonight, and flashcards and vocabulary quizzes are helpful. Hopefully, the study session New Friend, Lab Partner, and I arranged will pay off and put my mind at ease. I can study for Anatomy between classes tomorrow, I just remembered.
There, that helps a little...
I am super stressed for my three tests in the next two days. My pulse is racing, even. This morning, I sat down to compose a blog entry saying I was at peace with my tests tomorrow. I've studied the past couple of weeks here and there, but these are the first major exams. To top it off, things are happening in my personal life, too. Everything always happens at once. It's crazy how that works, and never fails!
Ever since that last post when I talked about my vision to help people with prosthetics and orthotics, I have been looking into my options. Apparently, to become certified in that area would only take me until the end of the summer. Do I want to limit myself to that particular specialty? I e-mailed someone from OU, so when I get her advice, I will let you all know!
Today in my parents' mailbox, a nice little Valentine's card was waiting for me from a friend at my old school. Wayne is one of the best guys I have ever known. I am so grateful that he's such a considerate friend. I was his student mentor a year ago when he was a freshman, and he sent me a birthday card after I'd only known him a couple of weeks!
I wish I didn't have to go to my night class, but I think we are getting a take-home test tonight, and flashcards and vocabulary quizzes are helpful. Hopefully, the study session New Friend, Lab Partner, and I arranged will pay off and put my mind at ease. I can study for Anatomy between classes tomorrow, I just remembered.
There, that helps a little...
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Normal
What to blog about:
1) I told off an internet "acquaintance" who asked me to text him after maybe two messages and STILL gave me drama. How do these people find me?
2) My e-mail inbox now proudly boasts an invitation to an adult kickball league in Tulsa.
3) There are three majors tests/quizzes next week. Are all teachers prescribed to the same curricular rubric?
4) A girl in my night class told me about a job opening at a local hospital in the next couple of months. It would give me excellent PT experience, but I'd be working almost full time and taking classes at night. It's nice to have an option, but I think this is impossible if I want to go to PT school by Fall '08.
5) Lab Partner and I were the last to finish again today. We are slow but accurate and learn a lot as we go along. He asked me if I was a Christian tonight. He said he asks everyone and why, because every once in awhile he comes across one and just wants to make sure. "It's tough love," he tells the people who are combative about it.
There. Now I've told you about lots of new things that are happening in my life and I still don't feel guilty for blogging while I should be studying. I know this stuff anyway.
Oh, just after I clicked "Publish" I thought about something that's been on my mind lately. When I think of being a physical therapist, I steer toward the athletic rehabilitation, of course. But another image comes through my mind.
I picture babies and toddlers, born with congenital spinal and developmental disorders. They need back or leg braces, walkers, or crutches, because without them they can't support their own weight or center of gravity. I can picture them smiling and laughing because they don't know anything's wrong. Their instincts aren't enough; nature doesn't teach children how to walk with prosthetics and orthotics. I want to help them more than anything.
Maybe this is the idealism every person going into the health care field experiences. I realize that it won't be like this. I will have parents, loved ones, old people yelling at me. People will be injured, debilitated, frustrated. But it will be worth it to me, and this is the greatest motivation in the world.
1) I told off an internet "acquaintance" who asked me to text him after maybe two messages and STILL gave me drama. How do these people find me?
2) My e-mail inbox now proudly boasts an invitation to an adult kickball league in Tulsa.
3) There are three majors tests/quizzes next week. Are all teachers prescribed to the same curricular rubric?
4) A girl in my night class told me about a job opening at a local hospital in the next couple of months. It would give me excellent PT experience, but I'd be working almost full time and taking classes at night. It's nice to have an option, but I think this is impossible if I want to go to PT school by Fall '08.
5) Lab Partner and I were the last to finish again today. We are slow but accurate and learn a lot as we go along. He asked me if I was a Christian tonight. He said he asks everyone and why, because every once in awhile he comes across one and just wants to make sure. "It's tough love," he tells the people who are combative about it.
There. Now I've told you about lots of new things that are happening in my life and I still don't feel guilty for blogging while I should be studying. I know this stuff anyway.
Oh, just after I clicked "Publish" I thought about something that's been on my mind lately. When I think of being a physical therapist, I steer toward the athletic rehabilitation, of course. But another image comes through my mind.
I picture babies and toddlers, born with congenital spinal and developmental disorders. They need back or leg braces, walkers, or crutches, because without them they can't support their own weight or center of gravity. I can picture them smiling and laughing because they don't know anything's wrong. Their instincts aren't enough; nature doesn't teach children how to walk with prosthetics and orthotics. I want to help them more than anything.
Maybe this is the idealism every person going into the health care field experiences. I realize that it won't be like this. I will have parents, loved ones, old people yelling at me. People will be injured, debilitated, frustrated. But it will be worth it to me, and this is the greatest motivation in the world.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Oh My Gosh!
New Harry Potter comes out 07/21/07...
OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
k...had to get that out of my system. Sadly I'll be in the middle of an intensive Physiology class that lasts three weeks. Maybe it will just be ending.
The quiz went well! Much better than last time, anyway. I got a 15/24, which isn't super hot, but it isn't a 33%, either.
I don't want to do anything but sleep, but I have to go to my dad gum night class tonight.
OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
k...had to get that out of my system. Sadly I'll be in the middle of an intensive Physiology class that lasts three weeks. Maybe it will just be ending.
The quiz went well! Much better than last time, anyway. I got a 15/24, which isn't super hot, but it isn't a 33%, either.
I don't want to do anything but sleep, but I have to go to my dad gum night class tonight.
F
HUGE mental block tomorrow:
Anatomy Lab quiz
last one, I got a 7/21, F. I don't normally fail things, but her exams are hard!
It feels like it's all riding on this, and I'm still putting off studying, even at 11:39 PM.
I wonder if I won't study because I want the excuse:
Well, I didn't really study for this one. I could do it if I really tried,
but the subliminal fear is failure despite my very best efforts. Well I already know I haven't given this my best efforts already, so I guess that theory is shot and I'll have to try again next week.
Anatomy Lab quiz
last one, I got a 7/21, F. I don't normally fail things, but her exams are hard!
It feels like it's all riding on this, and I'm still putting off studying, even at 11:39 PM.
I wonder if I won't study because I want the excuse:
Well, I didn't really study for this one. I could do it if I really tried,
but the subliminal fear is failure despite my very best efforts. Well I already know I haven't given this my best efforts already, so I guess that theory is shot and I'll have to try again next week.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Snowed in
My first friend at ORU dropped Anatomy.
Sad day.
In other news, I tried out chapel today, and it was an adventure. The woman in front of me stood up every five paces and waved her hands at the speaker. This is from the balcony, mind you. The commuters all have to sit up there, but I'm too indifferent to mind.
Oh, and I took the chemistry placement test! I get to stay in the class!
Also, I was waiting in the little alcove studying diligently with my little anatomy book in my lap, and this girl was saying horrible things about one of her friends. It was a guy, I assumed, because I know the kind of guy she was talking about and I know the kind of girl she is, too. She was dressed professionally and her makeup was pretty intense. She's the type of girl who dresses maturely, chooses adult-like hobbies, all to mask the deep sense of immaturity she possesses. My theories were confirmed as she proceeded to confront the offender as per the first friend's recommendation.
"We need to talk about something, but I don't think we should do it here," she says. The guy is in trouble, and he knows it. I pretend to be really interested in my anatomy book, not that I can concentrate because she is making quite the scene.
"I don't know if I can handle the way you treat me anymore!" she jumps in. "Remember the other day at your apartment. I was so excited about my new job and the first thing you ask is how much I made. Not 'congratulations,' or 'I'm so proud of you.' How much money did I make? Is that all you care about?"
He tells her she misunderstood him, and she attacks him again, claiming he's twisting her words. The guy speaks slowly and deliberately, and he has to, because one wrong move could launch her tinny whine again. He tells her what she wants to hear, of course, and then she ends the conversation by saying, "I guess I need to just tell you when something's bothering me instead of letting it pile on, but the thing is, I just hate confrontation..." LIE.
You see, I don't mean to overhear such things, they just happen around me and I can't help it, especially when I'm trying to concentrate on other things like, um, the circulatory system. Anyway, I hate high maintenance friends, even if they act that way toward other people. I wanted to interrupt, tell her to find a new friend if she's so unhappy or to learn that he doesn't intend to belittle her, and if this pattern of communication indicates the rest of their friendship, he probably doesn't know how to relate to her because he's afraid of launching another tirade. And next time, don't launch your little melodrama in a public place because I'll not have raving, hormonal theatrics on my watch!
The good thing about ORU is that I've gotten in touch with some of my friends from grade school. I'm talking about the guy who introduced me to Star Wars. Yeah, that's how long I've known him!
Tulsa is covered with sheets of ice. My car door was frozen shut and I nearly got frostbite on my hands trying to scrape the windows with my little Shane & Shane CD case. Luckily the drive wasn't too bad until the hill to my street. A poor baby Lexus coupe was having the hardest time puttering up that hill, going "puttputtputtputtspinout. puttputtputtspinout," but it didn't hit anything to my knowledge.
So we're snowed in this weekend, but I'm kind of relieved. Maybe it will be enough to change my homely tendencies lately, and when it melts I'll venture into the Tulsa social scene and make some new friends.
Sad day.
In other news, I tried out chapel today, and it was an adventure. The woman in front of me stood up every five paces and waved her hands at the speaker. This is from the balcony, mind you. The commuters all have to sit up there, but I'm too indifferent to mind.
Oh, and I took the chemistry placement test! I get to stay in the class!
Also, I was waiting in the little alcove studying diligently with my little anatomy book in my lap, and this girl was saying horrible things about one of her friends. It was a guy, I assumed, because I know the kind of guy she was talking about and I know the kind of girl she is, too. She was dressed professionally and her makeup was pretty intense. She's the type of girl who dresses maturely, chooses adult-like hobbies, all to mask the deep sense of immaturity she possesses. My theories were confirmed as she proceeded to confront the offender as per the first friend's recommendation.
"We need to talk about something, but I don't think we should do it here," she says. The guy is in trouble, and he knows it. I pretend to be really interested in my anatomy book, not that I can concentrate because she is making quite the scene.
"I don't know if I can handle the way you treat me anymore!" she jumps in. "Remember the other day at your apartment. I was so excited about my new job and the first thing you ask is how much I made. Not 'congratulations,' or 'I'm so proud of you.' How much money did I make? Is that all you care about?"
He tells her she misunderstood him, and she attacks him again, claiming he's twisting her words. The guy speaks slowly and deliberately, and he has to, because one wrong move could launch her tinny whine again. He tells her what she wants to hear, of course, and then she ends the conversation by saying, "I guess I need to just tell you when something's bothering me instead of letting it pile on, but the thing is, I just hate confrontation..." LIE.
You see, I don't mean to overhear such things, they just happen around me and I can't help it, especially when I'm trying to concentrate on other things like, um, the circulatory system. Anyway, I hate high maintenance friends, even if they act that way toward other people. I wanted to interrupt, tell her to find a new friend if she's so unhappy or to learn that he doesn't intend to belittle her, and if this pattern of communication indicates the rest of their friendship, he probably doesn't know how to relate to her because he's afraid of launching another tirade. And next time, don't launch your little melodrama in a public place because I'll not have raving, hormonal theatrics on my watch!
The good thing about ORU is that I've gotten in touch with some of my friends from grade school. I'm talking about the guy who introduced me to Star Wars. Yeah, that's how long I've known him!
Tulsa is covered with sheets of ice. My car door was frozen shut and I nearly got frostbite on my hands trying to scrape the windows with my little Shane & Shane CD case. Luckily the drive wasn't too bad until the hill to my street. A poor baby Lexus coupe was having the hardest time puttering up that hill, going "puttputtputtputtspinout. puttputtputtspinout," but it didn't hit anything to my knowledge.
So we're snowed in this weekend, but I'm kind of relieved. Maybe it will be enough to change my homely tendencies lately, and when it melts I'll venture into the Tulsa social scene and make some new friends.
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