I'm on a bus, just about two hours into an eight hour trip to Charleston. Yes, I'm with the volleyball team. There are too many other opportunities I get to be on a bus for eight hours. It delights me (Sarcastic, much?)
Anyway, we are just getting into ATL. We should've been two hours past ATL by now. What was the hold-up, you ask? I'll tell ya.
About 15 miles from the state line, our fast-paced truckin' quickly slowed down to a 10 mph creep. We'd hit some construction and figured we'd be past it in no time. Twenty minutes later, we're still going 10 mph. And soon, we can to a complete stop. Folks, this was no stop-and-go traffic. This was DEAD STAND STILL. We were parked at mile marker 177 on I-20 eastbound for 45 MINUTES! A two hour and 15 minute drive has now taken four hours. We've still got six hours to go to get to Charleston, plus a stop for dinner.
Let me tell you...there's something about a bus that brings out the best in people. We are a pretty funny group of people Each person on this team -- players, coaches, trainers and even lil' ol' me -- we keep ourselved entertained and in stitches. Hilarity ensues with this group on bus trips.
Our girls were throwing out some hum-dingers. Some I can't even repeat because I laughed so hard that I can't remember them now. We made a game out of watching the cars edge onto the median, jump it and travel back up the on ramp to get out of traffic -- going in drive and reverse. There was mud, and we were just rooting for someone to get stuck. A few people peeled out but no stickers. Darn.
We watched as a crowd of people gathered on the side of a newly paved part of the road that was blocked off by orange barrels. We tried to imagine what they were talking about. We think at one point there was talk about riding horses and waving at people, or so we gathered from the choreography from one guy. Maybe they were just playing a harmless game of Charades.
Our girls wanted to go door-to-door or "car door-to-car door" and raise money. For what? I don't know. One girl just wanted to go ask a truck driver what was going on. She said, "They always know what's going on. They know their stuff!" Whatev. Needless to say, no one exited the vehicle.
Meanwhile, we are getting various reports of what is going one up ahead. One report said traffic would be hault for 84 minutes. Sounds about right. Finally, one girl got word from her dad that there was a tractor trailer overturned at an exit about 10 miles ahead. It was blocking the westbound lane and wreckers were blocking the eastbound lane, trying to get the mess of an 18-wheeler back upright.
When we finally started going, applause erupted. You would have thought we just won the NCAA Championship. We were all glad to just finally be moving.
Now we are making our way through ATL, trying to find a restaurant at which to eat. I hope we find something soon. I'm starving.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Only In Mississippi...
No offense to you EMCC or camo fans out there. This was just too good not to share. My volleyball team came up with the "great" idea of black/glow-in-the-dark football a couple of weekends ago. They thought that it would be cool to watch, until I told them that it was just an injury and a lawsuit waiting to happen. Now this -- camo football. Nice. Only in Mississippi.
In addition to East Mississippi scheduled to don Mossy Oak camouflage jerseys for Saturday’s contest against Itawamba, pre-game activities slated for the West Point game will include a swearing in of 30-35 Air Force recruits plus a planned flyover of T-38 Talon jets courtesy of Columbus Air Force Base and the United States Air Force. A United States Army ROTC cannon will also be on hand to sound off following all EMCC scores during the game. An EMCC recruiting station, hospitality tent and tailgating opportunities will also be available during Saturday afternoon’s EMCC-ICC game at West Point High School. Kickoff is set for 1 p.m.
EMCC Football Coach Buddy Stephens To Appear On Local TV Shows In Advance Of Lions' West Point Game
SCOOBA, Miss. – East Mississippi head football coach Buddy Stephens and EMCC vice president for athletics Mickey Stokes are scheduled to appear on two upcoming local television shows to promote the 16th-ranked Lions’ Saturday afternoon football game against Itawamba to be played at West Point High School.
The East Mississippi tandem will first be featured on the West Point of View program scheduled to air Sunday night at 10 p.m. on WLOV-TV/FOX 27 out of West Point/Columbus/Tupelo. The 30-minute show, hosted by Terry Smith, will be devoted entirely to Saturday’s EMCC-ICC football game in West Point. The following morning, Stephens and Stokes are slated to be interviewed live early Monday morning on WCBI-TV’s Sunrise program out of Columbus. Scheduled to take place around 6:40 a.m., Monday morning’s WCBI-TV Sunrise segment is scheduled to last around three minutes with Jackie Finch handling the interview duties.
In addition to East Mississippi scheduled to don Mossy Oak camouflage jerseys for Saturday’s contest against Itawamba, pre-game activities slated for the West Point game will include a swearing in of 30-35 Air Force recruits plus a planned flyover of T-38 Talon jets courtesy of Columbus Air Force Base and the United States Air Force. A United States Army ROTC cannon will also be on hand to sound off following all EMCC scores during the game. An EMCC recruiting station, hospitality tent and tailgating opportunities will also be available during Saturday afternoon’s EMCC-ICC game at West Point High School. Kickoff is set for 1 p.m.Written by my favorite sports information director, the great David Rosinski
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Epitome Of (Dis)Organization
If you are feeling anxious and ashamed of the mess that is your bedroom, office, school desk and/or car, friends, be reassured. You are an obsessive compulsive neat freak compared to the owner of the office featured in the pictures below. I won't drop names because I'm ashamed for him.
There are about three printers and two phones in that pile that no longer function. Watch your step, what you pick up and where you sit, you never know what kind of sticky substance you'll run across. If you think this is bad, you should see his car.
Remember friends, cleanliness is next to godliness.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Apparently, I'm A Good Bleeder?
It's the end of the day. What have I left to do but blog?
Today I went to a health fair at Samford. I'm not much for these kinds of things. I usually just feel like I'm going to a science fair. However, Michelle and Mrs. Wanda asked if I wanted to go. I didn't have much to work on at the moment so I went. And the fun began.
When we got there, we found out there was a contest. And contest? Michelle and I were game. We love contests. It's the athletic department in us. The first 50 people to go around and complete a survey of questions by finding answers at each booth and turn their questionnaire in, got a free tshirt. And as my Daddy says, "You can't go wrong with a free tshirt." And it was grey. Not white. Jackpot.
So Michelle, Mrs. Wanda, Lee and I start out to each booth, butting in line, running over whoever we can. This is a contest people! What are you standing around talking about the economy and who's up in the presidential polls for?! There are tshirst to be won!
After 15 minutes of furious fact-finding, we were done. Teamwork. It's how you get things done quickly and efficiently. We turn in our questionnaires and...TA-DA...free tshirt. Woohoo!
After securing our loot, we head back in to get down to business. We all were curious to see what our medical stats were. So we headed over to the blood pressure table. I'd had some of my stats taken yesterday when I went to the doctor but I never got a look at what they were. Except for my weight. We won't discuss that.
My BP was 112/80. The first number good. The second number not so much, according to the nurse lady. She said, "That 80 needs to be a bit lower." Did I tell her that I had just had a cookie before I came? No. The roomie said that could be why it was 80. Or maybe it could've been that I just walked into my boss's office which is like walking into a trash heap of unorganization. Watch where you step!
Next was the blood glucose/sugar test. I saw one of our former tennis players and headed right to her station. I knew she would take care of me. The first prick of the day. Middle finger of the right hand. Good. Blood sugar - 99. Pretty good. As long as I'm not over 200, right?
On to cholesterol. I don't like this word. It just sounds bad. Two cool nursing students were at this table. They seemed to know what they were doing. Second prick of the day. Pointer finger of the left hand. The non-crooked pointer finger. Prick.
"Wow, your a good bleeder!" says the nursing student.
"Um, thanks? Is that good?" says I.
"Well sure! Do you take blood thinners?" says the nursing student as she puts gauze pad after gauze pad on my finger to stop the blood from dripping onto the table cloth.
"Um, no?" says I, trying to think if Tylenol Cold and Sinus counts as a blood thinner.
After what seems like and eternity later, she announces that my cholesterol is 186. I'm taking that as a good sign since my little sheet said that less that 200 mg/dL was desirable.
So I'm healthy I suppose. The sheet also had a section for body mass index. I decided to forego that experience. After seeing the number of the scale at the doctor's office yesterday, I think I'm pretty aware that I'm a tad bit chubby and I need to do something about it. And Mrs. Wanda made me skip the prostate exam booth. She said I was too young to know about that stuff and there was no need for me to learn how to tell if someone has prostate cancer right now. I wasn't interested anyway. I had my eye on the table with all the Blow Pops.
Oh, by the way, each booth at the health fair had candy. Candy? Candy. At a health fair. I'm singing, "One of these things is not like the other." Where are the granola bars and fruit baskets? All the way in the back. The very back. Hiding.
Did I make it back there? Nope. I grabbed a pack of Skittles (to eat later by in my own OCD way) and Mike and Ike's and jetted. Besides, I had work to do, right. Yeah.
So, all in all health fairs are okay. We learned a little bit and got a free pen and pedometer out of it. Every five minutes, someone walks by my office declaring how many steps they are up to so far today. I know know that it's approximately 100 steps to the women's bathroom. Thanks, Vaughan.
Has my pedometer come out of the box yet? Yes. Have I used it? No.
Maybe tomorrow.
Today I went to a health fair at Samford. I'm not much for these kinds of things. I usually just feel like I'm going to a science fair. However, Michelle and Mrs. Wanda asked if I wanted to go. I didn't have much to work on at the moment so I went. And the fun began.
When we got there, we found out there was a contest. And contest? Michelle and I were game. We love contests. It's the athletic department in us. The first 50 people to go around and complete a survey of questions by finding answers at each booth and turn their questionnaire in, got a free tshirt. And as my Daddy says, "You can't go wrong with a free tshirt." And it was grey. Not white. Jackpot.
So Michelle, Mrs. Wanda, Lee and I start out to each booth, butting in line, running over whoever we can. This is a contest people! What are you standing around talking about the economy and who's up in the presidential polls for?! There are tshirst to be won!
After 15 minutes of furious fact-finding, we were done. Teamwork. It's how you get things done quickly and efficiently. We turn in our questionnaires and...TA-DA...free tshirt. Woohoo!
After securing our loot, we head back in to get down to business. We all were curious to see what our medical stats were. So we headed over to the blood pressure table. I'd had some of my stats taken yesterday when I went to the doctor but I never got a look at what they were. Except for my weight. We won't discuss that.
My BP was 112/80. The first number good. The second number not so much, according to the nurse lady. She said, "That 80 needs to be a bit lower." Did I tell her that I had just had a cookie before I came? No. The roomie said that could be why it was 80. Or maybe it could've been that I just walked into my boss's office which is like walking into a trash heap of unorganization. Watch where you step!
Next was the blood glucose/sugar test. I saw one of our former tennis players and headed right to her station. I knew she would take care of me. The first prick of the day. Middle finger of the right hand. Good. Blood sugar - 99. Pretty good. As long as I'm not over 200, right?
On to cholesterol. I don't like this word. It just sounds bad. Two cool nursing students were at this table. They seemed to know what they were doing. Second prick of the day. Pointer finger of the left hand. The non-crooked pointer finger. Prick.
"Wow, your a good bleeder!" says the nursing student.
"Um, thanks? Is that good?" says I.
"Well sure! Do you take blood thinners?" says the nursing student as she puts gauze pad after gauze pad on my finger to stop the blood from dripping onto the table cloth.
"Um, no?" says I, trying to think if Tylenol Cold and Sinus counts as a blood thinner.
After what seems like and eternity later, she announces that my cholesterol is 186. I'm taking that as a good sign since my little sheet said that less that 200 mg/dL was desirable.
So I'm healthy I suppose. The sheet also had a section for body mass index. I decided to forego that experience. After seeing the number of the scale at the doctor's office yesterday, I think I'm pretty aware that I'm a tad bit chubby and I need to do something about it. And Mrs. Wanda made me skip the prostate exam booth. She said I was too young to know about that stuff and there was no need for me to learn how to tell if someone has prostate cancer right now. I wasn't interested anyway. I had my eye on the table with all the Blow Pops.
Oh, by the way, each booth at the health fair had candy. Candy? Candy. At a health fair. I'm singing, "One of these things is not like the other." Where are the granola bars and fruit baskets? All the way in the back. The very back. Hiding.
Did I make it back there? Nope. I grabbed a pack of Skittles (to eat later by in my own OCD way) and Mike and Ike's and jetted. Besides, I had work to do, right. Yeah.
So, all in all health fairs are okay. We learned a little bit and got a free pen and pedometer out of it. Every five minutes, someone walks by my office declaring how many steps they are up to so far today. I know know that it's approximately 100 steps to the women's bathroom. Thanks, Vaughan.
Has my pedometer come out of the box yet? Yes. Have I used it? No.
Maybe tomorrow.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Happiness, Joy, Jackpot
I want a lot of things -- my own house, a dog, a new computer, an iTouch, a boyfriend/husband, for my friends to live closer, a vacation. A girl can want, right?
I'm a happy girl. Really, I am. But I often think if I could get just one of these things, I'd be just a bit more happy. However, I think I need to take my own advice.
I gave a friend some advice the other day when he was struggling with a situation he was in, or getting out of. He said he felt lost and needed to find himself and be happy again. I don't understand that. I've used this phrase before but now I just don't get it. Why does a person need to find himself/herself? If you're trying to find yourself, you're looking for something/someone you are not. You know, always, deep down inside, who you are. It's who you are when no one is around, or when you're around those few people that you can truly be yourself with. (Like my happy dance, I talk about it, but only a select few people have actually seen it in action.) Ok, bad analogy. Anyway, my advice to him was something someone told me in college when I went through a similar situation. Happiness comes from happenings. Joy comes from the Lord.
If you are stripped of everything you have, would you still be the same person? Are all of your possessions what make you happy or do you have a joy that comes from a hope that is rooted deep down inside you?
Up until a few years ago, I couldn't tell the difference between happiness and joy. Recently, I've seen the effects of pure joy take form in my life. No matter how bad of a mood I get in or how bad my circumstances are, I just think about something my Dad always says: "Remember who you are, and whose you are."
I am me. I'm me. I can't do anything about who likes me and who doesn't. BUT I'm a child of God. I've been adopted into his family by the precious blood of Jesus Christ, and I belong to Him. I believe what the Bible says and I want to strive everyday to live as Christ and obey the commands (Follow me, go and make disciples, love one another) that God has given me. I want to be an instrument through which the LORD of all nations can use to accomplish His will.
I looked up the definitions of happiness and joy. This is what I found.
Happiness - n. Good fortune; pleasure; contentement; joy; implies an active or passive state of pleasure or pleasurable satisfaction.
Joy - n. The emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; a source of keen pleasure or delight; something or someone greatly valued or appreciated.
Do you see the difference? Happiness is temporary. It's effect to a causation. It's a product. Joy is a state of being. A source of great delight. A source. Joy is a cause. Something or someone great valued and appreciated. Do you know what that something or someone is in my life? Jesus Christ. Galatians lists joy as a fruit of the Holy Spirit. When the Holy Spirit of Christ is in you, you have joy. It's an automatic source to tap into. And in the same way, we are a joy. We are greatly valued by God.
Nehemiah 8:10 says, "The joy of the LORD is your strength." I really think that this has become so real to me in the past year. No matter how hard the world seems to hit me, I remember WHOSE I am and WHO is inside me, and I find the strenght to make it through, and praise God for his faithfulness.
I studied the following passage yesterday and got a little more out of it than I expected. This is from Luke 12:
13Someone in the crowd said to him, "Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me."
14Jesus replied, "Man, who appointed me a judge or an arbiter between you?" 15Then he said to them, "Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions."
16And he told them this parable: "The ground of a certain rich man produced a good crop. 17He thought to himself, 'What shall I do? I have no place to store my crops.'
18"Then he said, 'This is what I'll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. 19And I'll say to myself, "You have plenty of good things laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry." '
20"But God said to him, 'You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?'
21"This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God."
Isn't this what we often do. We collect our possessions until we have no more room left and then we "upgrade" so our lifestyle can fit our belongings. Then we sit back and enjoy what we have, without giving thought to those who don't have.
If we are storing up all treasures here on Earth, investing in the here and now, what will our return be? All this earth has will fade away, so we should be "storing up treasures in Heaven." The treasures that in indestructible.
Matthew 6:21 says, "Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." If Jesus is in my heart, and my joy comes from Christ alone, and if my heart is in line with what Matthew 6 says, Jesus is my treasure. And for that matter, I hit the jackpot!
I'm a happy girl. Really, I am. But I often think if I could get just one of these things, I'd be just a bit more happy. However, I think I need to take my own advice.
I gave a friend some advice the other day when he was struggling with a situation he was in, or getting out of. He said he felt lost and needed to find himself and be happy again. I don't understand that. I've used this phrase before but now I just don't get it. Why does a person need to find himself/herself? If you're trying to find yourself, you're looking for something/someone you are not. You know, always, deep down inside, who you are. It's who you are when no one is around, or when you're around those few people that you can truly be yourself with. (Like my happy dance, I talk about it, but only a select few people have actually seen it in action.) Ok, bad analogy. Anyway, my advice to him was something someone told me in college when I went through a similar situation. Happiness comes from happenings. Joy comes from the Lord.
If you are stripped of everything you have, would you still be the same person? Are all of your possessions what make you happy or do you have a joy that comes from a hope that is rooted deep down inside you?
Up until a few years ago, I couldn't tell the difference between happiness and joy. Recently, I've seen the effects of pure joy take form in my life. No matter how bad of a mood I get in or how bad my circumstances are, I just think about something my Dad always says: "Remember who you are, and whose you are."
I am me. I'm me. I can't do anything about who likes me and who doesn't. BUT I'm a child of God. I've been adopted into his family by the precious blood of Jesus Christ, and I belong to Him. I believe what the Bible says and I want to strive everyday to live as Christ and obey the commands (Follow me, go and make disciples, love one another) that God has given me. I want to be an instrument through which the LORD of all nations can use to accomplish His will.
I looked up the definitions of happiness and joy. This is what I found.
Happiness - n. Good fortune; pleasure; contentement; joy; implies an active or passive state of pleasure or pleasurable satisfaction.
Joy - n. The emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; a source of keen pleasure or delight; something or someone greatly valued or appreciated.
Do you see the difference? Happiness is temporary. It's effect to a causation. It's a product. Joy is a state of being. A source of great delight. A source. Joy is a cause. Something or someone great valued and appreciated. Do you know what that something or someone is in my life? Jesus Christ. Galatians lists joy as a fruit of the Holy Spirit. When the Holy Spirit of Christ is in you, you have joy. It's an automatic source to tap into. And in the same way, we are a joy. We are greatly valued by God.
Nehemiah 8:10 says, "The joy of the LORD is your strength." I really think that this has become so real to me in the past year. No matter how hard the world seems to hit me, I remember WHOSE I am and WHO is inside me, and I find the strenght to make it through, and praise God for his faithfulness.
I studied the following passage yesterday and got a little more out of it than I expected. This is from Luke 12:
13Someone in the crowd said to him, "Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me."
14Jesus replied, "Man, who appointed me a judge or an arbiter between you?" 15Then he said to them, "Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions."
16And he told them this parable: "The ground of a certain rich man produced a good crop. 17He thought to himself, 'What shall I do? I have no place to store my crops.'
18"Then he said, 'This is what I'll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. 19And I'll say to myself, "You have plenty of good things laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry." '
20"But God said to him, 'You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?'
21"This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God."
Isn't this what we often do. We collect our possessions until we have no more room left and then we "upgrade" so our lifestyle can fit our belongings. Then we sit back and enjoy what we have, without giving thought to those who don't have.
If we are storing up all treasures here on Earth, investing in the here and now, what will our return be? All this earth has will fade away, so we should be "storing up treasures in Heaven." The treasures that in indestructible.
Matthew 6:21 says, "Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." If Jesus is in my heart, and my joy comes from Christ alone, and if my heart is in line with what Matthew 6 says, Jesus is my treasure. And for that matter, I hit the jackpot!
Dancin' Fool
I love to dance. I'm not a really good "freestyler" in my opinion, but I like to think that I can rock some choreography. One of my favorite things to do when I was in college was to go to dance aerobics. It's the only kind of aerobics I can get into. Except maybe kickboxing on a good day. I could be in such a foul mood and go to dance aerobics and leave with a new attitude. It just makes me happy. I'm sure it's the endorphins.
When I was little, I wanted to be a Knicks City Dancer. Not many people know this. Well, now I guess they do. I once saw a show (I think it was Road Rules) where people had to try out for the Knicks City Dancers to complete a challenge. I think it was two girls and two guys. Needless to say, the two girls made it. Two white boys with no rhythm = eliminated at the first cut. Really?
I often dance in my room by myself. I'm not ashamed. You should see my "happy dance". I do it on my bed win the Red Sox win a big game. I did it the other night, being careful not to fall off. I was a cheerleader for five years and my favorite part was the dancing. I would have been on the dance team but my high school got rid of it right before my freshman year. Well, that and I don't think I could do a pirouette correctly to save my life.
Anyway, all this to say, So You Think You Can Dance is one of my favorite shows ever. I get to live vicariously through the contestants and trick myself for a couple of hours into thinking that I could actually do some of the stuff that they do on that show. Dancing and watching people dance just makes me happy. I'm sure it has to do with the fact that it involves music. Because, you know, music is pretty much my lifeblood.
So I heard this song this morning that a couple danced to on the show this past season. I don't usually remember a lot of numbers but this one has stuck with me for some reason and I think of it every time I hear this song. The musicality of the choreography is incredible and the passion and emotion in the dancers is en pointe. I thought I'd share it. Enjoy.
When I was little, I wanted to be a Knicks City Dancer. Not many people know this. Well, now I guess they do. I once saw a show (I think it was Road Rules) where people had to try out for the Knicks City Dancers to complete a challenge. I think it was two girls and two guys. Needless to say, the two girls made it. Two white boys with no rhythm = eliminated at the first cut. Really?
I often dance in my room by myself. I'm not ashamed. You should see my "happy dance". I do it on my bed win the Red Sox win a big game. I did it the other night, being careful not to fall off. I was a cheerleader for five years and my favorite part was the dancing. I would have been on the dance team but my high school got rid of it right before my freshman year. Well, that and I don't think I could do a pirouette correctly to save my life.
Anyway, all this to say, So You Think You Can Dance is one of my favorite shows ever. I get to live vicariously through the contestants and trick myself for a couple of hours into thinking that I could actually do some of the stuff that they do on that show. Dancing and watching people dance just makes me happy. I'm sure it has to do with the fact that it involves music. Because, you know, music is pretty much my lifeblood.
So I heard this song this morning that a couple danced to on the show this past season. I don't usually remember a lot of numbers but this one has stuck with me for some reason and I think of it every time I hear this song. The musicality of the choreography is incredible and the passion and emotion in the dancers is en pointe. I thought I'd share it. Enjoy.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Birthday, Red Sox and Thoughts
This weekend, three of my best guy-friends are celebrating birthdays -- Drew and Chris on Saturday and Kyle on Sunday, except Kyle celebrates his birthday for like a month. It's like Mardi Gras, or as he likes to call it, Kyle Gras. Tonight, we are celebrating the 28th annual Kyle Gras Extraveganza. So he says.
Now, on to Drew, or Drewballa as I often like to refer to him. I really think that Drew and I were probably supposed to be, in another life, brother and sister. Drew was my bestest friend in high school and continues to be one of the greatest guys I will ever have the pleasure of knowing. We are so much alike it's scary sometimes but I can always count on Drew for an encouraging word or the plain truth about a situtation anytime. We've helped each other through some pretty tough times and I'm so grateful to God for a few like him. His family is a blessing as well, his mom like a second mom to me and his younger sister like younger sister to me. Happy Birthday Drew! I miss you!
And last, but certainly not least, sweet Kyle. I don't think that anyone has ever been so successful at making me laugh more than Kyle has. God really has blessed me with such a great friend. Kyle called me the other night as I was driving home from Chattanooga and I really think we talked for half of the trip. Our friendship is great because we are in the same business and can relate stories to one another. However, I think my most favorite thing about Kyle is that he would do just about anything for his friends. And he has a lot of friends. So Kyle, Happy 28th Annual Kyle Gras! I'm sure it will be a blast!
Anyway, I just wanted to send out a bloggerifc Happy Birthday to three of my favorite people. I'm going to be post the same horrible pictures I did last year in hopes that it spurs us on to get some new updated ones sometime soon. I'll also add a few of my favorite things about each of them.
We'll, start with Chris, since alphabetically he's first. Sweet Chris, or Christopher, or Christopherson is really one of my most favorite people. He often keeps me entertained during work hours with funny emails, often plotting how we will move to Hawaii and start our own business. Doing what, we have no clue. One reason that he's probably one of my most favorite people is because he loves Big Brother just as much as I do. He applied to be on the latest one and got rejected. I'm sure that's why this season wasn't as interesting. Also he's made several trips to Birmingham from Montgomery just to hang out with me. Happy Birthday Chris! I'm jealous you get to be in Starkville this weekend but there's a plate of chocolate chip cookies in my kitchen screaming your name!
Now, on to Drew, or Drewballa as I often like to refer to him. I really think that Drew and I were probably supposed to be, in another life, brother and sister. Drew was my bestest friend in high school and continues to be one of the greatest guys I will ever have the pleasure of knowing. We are so much alike it's scary sometimes but I can always count on Drew for an encouraging word or the plain truth about a situtation anytime. We've helped each other through some pretty tough times and I'm so grateful to God for a few like him. His family is a blessing as well, his mom like a second mom to me and his younger sister like younger sister to me. Happy Birthday Drew! I miss you!
And last, but certainly not least, sweet Kyle. I don't think that anyone has ever been so successful at making me laugh more than Kyle has. God really has blessed me with such a great friend. Kyle called me the other night as I was driving home from Chattanooga and I really think we talked for half of the trip. Our friendship is great because we are in the same business and can relate stories to one another. However, I think my most favorite thing about Kyle is that he would do just about anything for his friends. And he has a lot of friends. So Kyle, Happy 28th Annual Kyle Gras! I'm sure it will be a blast!Now onto another one of my favorite topics. The Red Sox. Tonight is the first game of the ALCS. The Red Sox are vying to repeat. I'm hoping it is successful. They will be playing a very good and very determined Tampa Rays team and I'm a little nervous. I saw these two teams play each other when I was in Tampa in July (Thanks for the free tickets Mandi! Check out this post for details.). Tampa beat the Sox. 3-1. Boo.
So here is the breakdown. The first two series in Tampa, the Rays swept. The first two series in Boston, the Red Sox swept. The next series in Boston, the Red Sox only won one game. Same thing with the last series in Tampa. So the Rays lead the Sox in 2008, 10-8. The series starts in Tampa. If it goes by home field advantage, Boston has it all the way. Two games in Tampa, three in Boston, two back in Tampa, if necessary. The Red Sox are pitching Dice-K tonight. That's a pretty good start. I hope.
I have to say, I'd love for my Red Sox to win. But if my some crazy happenstance, it does not happen, I'll be happy for the Rays. And I have a little cowbell ready to clang against whoever, they may face in the World Series, IF, and only IF, they get past the Sox first. I'm a sucker for the underdog. In this case, that would be the Rays.
And lastly, my thoughts turn to more serious things. The economy. The president interrupted regularly scheduled programming this morning to say the same things that have been being said for the past few weeks. People are freaking out, mostly in NYC, about all this economy stuff and the stock market plummetting and what not. Me? I don't really worry about it. Why? Well, because 1) I really have no clue (Ignorance is bliss, right?) and 2) I know who controls it all.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4:6
I don't worry about what the economy does or how much money I have in the bank and what's going on Wall Street because God says:
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. Matthew 6:19-20
I'm not counting on my worldy wealth and worth to get me through the day. What gets me through the day is knowing that I serve a God who gave up all of his glory to come to Earth and take on human flesh and go through everything I will ever go through and be despised by his own people, died a cruel death after taking on all the sin of the world, past, present and future and then defeated the grave by rising on the third day. What gets me through the day is the constant love, grace and mercy that I feel and see acted out every day by my God. What gets me through the day is knowing that I'm not here for me. I'm here for Him to use me to impact others and no money, fancy car or diamond ring can ever top being an instrument for God to use.
God holds this whole world in his hand. You know the song. I'm sure you're singing it right now. The point is that if I have put every ounce of my faith in him, I have nothing to worry about. Life or death means nothing because my eternity is secured in him. He controls what really happens in the world, and like I'm trusting this chair that I'm sitting in to hold me up off the ground, I'm trusting God, in his infinite widsom, to hold me up in this world. I'm don't lean on my own understanding. I lean on a solid rock called Jesus Christ.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Happy Holidays
Today is my holiday from doing work. I'm about to leave in an hour to go to a volleyball match in Chattanooga, and I've decided that since I'll be working all night long, that I don't have to do any work AT work today. So, I'm just going to blog.
My calendar says today is Yom Kippur. To all my Jewish readers, "have an easy fast" as they say. It started me thinking about holidays and what random national holidays there are out there. I did a little google search (remember, I'm on a work AT work strike today), and I found some doozies for October. There's a list of monthly holidays, weekly holidays and then daily holidays. I'll share my favs. And along the way, I found this cool blog.
Did you know that October is:
- Adopt A Shelter Dog Month (geez, I wish I had time for a dog)
- Celebrate Sun Dried Tomatoes Month (this one is for you, Dad)
- Celebrate Bilingual Child Month
- Church Library Month AND Church Safety and Security Month
- Gay and Lesbian History Month (there's a history?)
- National Bake and Decorate Month (Bethany and I could have so much fun with this. If only we lived closer.)
- National Go On A Field Trip Month (I think I'm going to propose an observation of this at my office.)
- National Rolling Skating Month
- National Sarcastic Awareness Month (I'm aware.)
- National Seafood Month (I shall be observing this.)
- Pastor (Clergy Appreciation Month (I appreciate you, Bubba (Ross).)
- Photographer Appreciation Month (Yay for Ann Wade!)
- Raptor Month
- Squirrel Awareness Month
- Self-Promotion Month
This week is:
Oct. 2-9: No Salt Week (I broke this yesterday.)
Oct. 4-10: World Space Week
Oct. 5-11: National Work From Home Week (I wish!), Emergency Nurses Week, Fire Prevention Week, The Magic of Differences Week, Mental Illness Week, Mystery Series Week, National Carry A Tune Week (this one's for you, Mom and Anna! Use it in class!), National Metric Week, Nuclear (new-clear) Medicine Week
Today is:
- Alvin C. York Day
- Cosmopolite Day (This is pretty sweet.)
- International Day for Natural Disaster Reduction
- International Top Spinning Day (YES!)
- National Bring Your Teddy Bear To Work & School Day (Why did I not know about this? Spitball (my baseball bear) could have been introduced to the world of sports info.)
- Native Americans' Day
October 31 is also a special holiday in my family. It's not just Halloween to us anymore. Last year, it became William's birthday. I'm so sad that I can't be there this year to celebrate the first birthday. (Darn work!) However, I know he's going to look so cute and have so much fun and I can't wait to come home and play with all of his toys, especially the Ball Popper, courtesy of Auntie KK.
P.S. Say a special prayer for the boy next Monday, Oct. 13. Little Boo has to get tubes put in his ears and I'm sure it's not going to be pleasant.
My calendar says today is Yom Kippur. To all my Jewish readers, "have an easy fast" as they say. It started me thinking about holidays and what random national holidays there are out there. I did a little google search (remember, I'm on a work AT work strike today), and I found some doozies for October. There's a list of monthly holidays, weekly holidays and then daily holidays. I'll share my favs. And along the way, I found this cool blog.
Did you know that October is:
- Adopt A Shelter Dog Month (geez, I wish I had time for a dog)
- Celebrate Sun Dried Tomatoes Month (this one is for you, Dad)
- Celebrate Bilingual Child Month
- Church Library Month AND Church Safety and Security Month
- Gay and Lesbian History Month (there's a history?)
- National Bake and Decorate Month (Bethany and I could have so much fun with this. If only we lived closer.)
- National Go On A Field Trip Month (I think I'm going to propose an observation of this at my office.)
- National Rolling Skating Month
- National Sarcastic Awareness Month (I'm aware.)
- National Seafood Month (I shall be observing this.)
- Pastor (Clergy Appreciation Month (I appreciate you, Bubba (Ross).)
- Photographer Appreciation Month (Yay for Ann Wade!)
- Raptor Month
- Squirrel Awareness Month
- Self-Promotion Month
This week is:
Oct. 2-9: No Salt Week (I broke this yesterday.)
Oct. 4-10: World Space Week
Oct. 5-11: National Work From Home Week (I wish!), Emergency Nurses Week, Fire Prevention Week, The Magic of Differences Week, Mental Illness Week, Mystery Series Week, National Carry A Tune Week (this one's for you, Mom and Anna! Use it in class!), National Metric Week, Nuclear (new-clear) Medicine Week
Today is:
- Alvin C. York Day
- Cosmopolite Day (This is pretty sweet.)
- International Day for Natural Disaster Reduction
- International Top Spinning Day (YES!)
- National Bring Your Teddy Bear To Work & School Day (Why did I not know about this? Spitball (my baseball bear) could have been introduced to the world of sports info.)
- Native Americans' Day
October 31 is also a special holiday in my family. It's not just Halloween to us anymore. Last year, it became William's birthday. I'm so sad that I can't be there this year to celebrate the first birthday. (Darn work!) However, I know he's going to look so cute and have so much fun and I can't wait to come home and play with all of his toys, especially the Ball Popper, courtesy of Auntie KK.
P.S. Say a special prayer for the boy next Monday, Oct. 13. Little Boo has to get tubes put in his ears and I'm sure it's not going to be pleasant.
Reaching by Prayer and Teaching
I've been pretty emotional today. I'm not really sure why. I'm sure it's just a girl thing but it's a fact that I've been emotionally moved by a couple of things today and as a result, this post may turn into a jumble of random tangents. Bear with me. I'm writing as it comes.
This morning as I was doing my daily blog-browse, I read two specific posts by to people that surprisingly brought tears to my eyes. Both involved prayer. Both involved school. And both were written by teachers.
Prayer has been a huge part of my life. It's been how I've praise, thanked, communicated, wrestled and argued with God, my Savior, through so many of the highs and lows of my life. It's been the avenue of answers and silence from God, both are blessings. So I'm touched when I'm told stories of prayer being a part of circumstances that are often looked upon as circumstances in which prayer is not allowed. Like school.
One of my favorite memories of high school was praying with the football after games. It was only the Lord's Prayer, and it lasted only about 12.5 seconds, but it was a highlight of my night. I remember my friends Jennifer, Jessica, Lana and I would make it a point to go out an pray with them. It was inportant to us. So, now, it makes my heart soar when I see 30-40 college football players circle up in the endzone a few hours before the game, holding hands and praying, fervently, for themselves, each other, their opponents, the fans and whatever else God is laying on their hearts at that time. And, yes, we have a public prayer before our games. We can do that. We are Baptists.
See prayer isn't really welcomed in schools. There was a big to-do about it when I was in fifth grade that involved my school district and more specifically, the school my dad worked at. I won't go into all the details now, mainly because I don't know half of what went on, but I will say, rules are rules. Most are meant to be abided by, few are meant to be broken. But no one should be forced to do anything that they don't want to do. (And the tangent has just reared it's ugly head for the first time in this post.)
Anyway, both of these girls shared stories of when prayer was used in a school setting. One by a group of eighth graders. Another by an eight-year-old hoping God would help him and his classmates do well on a big test. Eight years old. I don't care what anybody says, that's cool.
So shifting gears a bit, to the teaching part of this post, teachers hold a very special place in my heart. So many teachers have had a huge impact on my life. I went to a high school where just about every other teacher/coach was like another mother or father to me. But a few stick out among the crowd in the impact that they had on me. First, there's Coach Rob. The coolest teacher every who made world history the most exciting subject ever. After his class, I wanted to become a world history teacher in high school. Coach Rob is an amazing man of God. He was one of those teachers you could go talk to about a friend who just didn't get the God thing. I had several of those convos and prayer sessions with him. His test bonuses were bible verses. He'd put a bible verse on the board and we would get bonus points if we could memorize it and write it out on the back of our tests.
Another on was Mr. Bridges. He's another great man of God. He was never afraid to speak truth into someone's life because he knew that was more important than any math problem he could ever teach. He's a great friend.
There are several more but I want to talk about the three most important teachers in my life. My Dad, my mom and my sister. They are all educators. Yes, I'm the only one in my family who doesn't have a summer vacation. Anyway, I was privileged enough to have my mom as a teacher. It wasn't as bad as you would think. It was actually lots of fun (lifetime supply of passes, ha). Anyway, she knows how much fun it was; I dedicated my senior Valentine's Day column in the school newspaper to her. Back when she retired from JPS, her friends made her a little book of memories and photos. They also had students from years past write her letters. I took the book this past year and made it into a scrapbook to give to her for Mother's Day. I was a little nosey and read the letters. It touched me to know how many people and in how many ways my mom had touched. To most of them, she was a mom away from home. Most even just called her Mama Walden. My mom was there to talk or give a ride home. She scolded and encouraged, confronted and comforted.
My dad is a principal now but he started out as a teacher. A science teacher (my dad rocked my science projects). He was a teacher/coach. He coached soccer (they won the district championship, or the state championship. I don't remember. I was five.), football and track, if I remember correctly. Most of his soccer players ended up spending the summers with him as he roped them into being lifeguards at the Y where he was aquatics director. There are several of them who actually go to my sister and brother-in-law's church now. I think it's been neat for him to see who they were then and who they are now. He's had a pretty heavy impact on a lot of kids. Just like my mom. There's not a place we go where we don't run into a former student of theirs and the last thing they say is what an impact my mom and dad made on their lives.
Thirty-five-ish years later, they are still making their impact. My mom is in a different school and my dad is too. Different settings, new set of people to impact. Their job is truly their mission field. My mom love to have her kids sing sacred songs. Not because they sound good, but I really think it's because she can shed a little God-light into the lives that she is with 8 hours a day. My seriously prays for every person he encounters every day, whether he likes them or not (you know, pray for you enemies). My sister has only been a teacher for three years but I know she's impacting people already. She did it even before she was teaching, back in high school and college. And of course, she's had a pretty huge impact on my life. She's pretty much one of my spiritual heroes.
Anyway, to sum it up. I owe a lot of my life to teachers. We all do. Most of them spend more time with our children than we do (I don't have children. I'm speaking generally.). Whether they or we like it or not, they do have an small (or large, depending on who you are and where you come from) effect on how we mature and grow up.
Do them a favor, thank a teacher today. Whether it is yours, your child's or just one that you know. Thank them for what they do and who they are. They don't get half the paycheck or credit for the things that they put up with these days.
This morning as I was doing my daily blog-browse, I read two specific posts by to people that surprisingly brought tears to my eyes. Both involved prayer. Both involved school. And both were written by teachers.
Prayer has been a huge part of my life. It's been how I've praise, thanked, communicated, wrestled and argued with God, my Savior, through so many of the highs and lows of my life. It's been the avenue of answers and silence from God, both are blessings. So I'm touched when I'm told stories of prayer being a part of circumstances that are often looked upon as circumstances in which prayer is not allowed. Like school.
One of my favorite memories of high school was praying with the football after games. It was only the Lord's Prayer, and it lasted only about 12.5 seconds, but it was a highlight of my night. I remember my friends Jennifer, Jessica, Lana and I would make it a point to go out an pray with them. It was inportant to us. So, now, it makes my heart soar when I see 30-40 college football players circle up in the endzone a few hours before the game, holding hands and praying, fervently, for themselves, each other, their opponents, the fans and whatever else God is laying on their hearts at that time. And, yes, we have a public prayer before our games. We can do that. We are Baptists.
See prayer isn't really welcomed in schools. There was a big to-do about it when I was in fifth grade that involved my school district and more specifically, the school my dad worked at. I won't go into all the details now, mainly because I don't know half of what went on, but I will say, rules are rules. Most are meant to be abided by, few are meant to be broken. But no one should be forced to do anything that they don't want to do. (And the tangent has just reared it's ugly head for the first time in this post.)
Anyway, both of these girls shared stories of when prayer was used in a school setting. One by a group of eighth graders. Another by an eight-year-old hoping God would help him and his classmates do well on a big test. Eight years old. I don't care what anybody says, that's cool.
So shifting gears a bit, to the teaching part of this post, teachers hold a very special place in my heart. So many teachers have had a huge impact on my life. I went to a high school where just about every other teacher/coach was like another mother or father to me. But a few stick out among the crowd in the impact that they had on me. First, there's Coach Rob. The coolest teacher every who made world history the most exciting subject ever. After his class, I wanted to become a world history teacher in high school. Coach Rob is an amazing man of God. He was one of those teachers you could go talk to about a friend who just didn't get the God thing. I had several of those convos and prayer sessions with him. His test bonuses were bible verses. He'd put a bible verse on the board and we would get bonus points if we could memorize it and write it out on the back of our tests.
Another on was Mr. Bridges. He's another great man of God. He was never afraid to speak truth into someone's life because he knew that was more important than any math problem he could ever teach. He's a great friend.
There are several more but I want to talk about the three most important teachers in my life. My Dad, my mom and my sister. They are all educators. Yes, I'm the only one in my family who doesn't have a summer vacation. Anyway, I was privileged enough to have my mom as a teacher. It wasn't as bad as you would think. It was actually lots of fun (lifetime supply of passes, ha). Anyway, she knows how much fun it was; I dedicated my senior Valentine's Day column in the school newspaper to her. Back when she retired from JPS, her friends made her a little book of memories and photos. They also had students from years past write her letters. I took the book this past year and made it into a scrapbook to give to her for Mother's Day. I was a little nosey and read the letters. It touched me to know how many people and in how many ways my mom had touched. To most of them, she was a mom away from home. Most even just called her Mama Walden. My mom was there to talk or give a ride home. She scolded and encouraged, confronted and comforted.
My dad is a principal now but he started out as a teacher. A science teacher (my dad rocked my science projects). He was a teacher/coach. He coached soccer (they won the district championship, or the state championship. I don't remember. I was five.), football and track, if I remember correctly. Most of his soccer players ended up spending the summers with him as he roped them into being lifeguards at the Y where he was aquatics director. There are several of them who actually go to my sister and brother-in-law's church now. I think it's been neat for him to see who they were then and who they are now. He's had a pretty heavy impact on a lot of kids. Just like my mom. There's not a place we go where we don't run into a former student of theirs and the last thing they say is what an impact my mom and dad made on their lives.
Thirty-five-ish years later, they are still making their impact. My mom is in a different school and my dad is too. Different settings, new set of people to impact. Their job is truly their mission field. My mom love to have her kids sing sacred songs. Not because they sound good, but I really think it's because she can shed a little God-light into the lives that she is with 8 hours a day. My seriously prays for every person he encounters every day, whether he likes them or not (you know, pray for you enemies). My sister has only been a teacher for three years but I know she's impacting people already. She did it even before she was teaching, back in high school and college. And of course, she's had a pretty huge impact on my life. She's pretty much one of my spiritual heroes.
Anyway, to sum it up. I owe a lot of my life to teachers. We all do. Most of them spend more time with our children than we do (I don't have children. I'm speaking generally.). Whether they or we like it or not, they do have an small (or large, depending on who you are and where you come from) effect on how we mature and grow up.
Do them a favor, thank a teacher today. Whether it is yours, your child's or just one that you know. Thank them for what they do and who they are. They don't get half the paycheck or credit for the things that they put up with these days.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Getting To Know You
This is the 2008 edition of getting to know your friends. I've gotten this from two people today, Bethany and my daddy, and I think I've done this one before. I'd email it back to them but they would be the only ones I'd email back, considering the rest of my friends on my email list would probably not care and immediately press delete. Anyway, I've decided to make a blog out of it. I'm slightly bored right now at work.
1. What time did you get up this morning?
8 a.m. I got to work at 9:30. Two reasons: 1) I worked all weekend long. I thought I deserved to sleep in a bit. 2) One alarm went off at 6:30, one at 7 a.m. They were reset after I thought I needed another bit of sleep after having a horrible dream that kept me up crying for at least a half hour in the middle of the night.
2. Diamonds or pearls?
I'm a KD Lady, so both.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Hmm...the only one that comes to mind is The Dark Knight but I know I've seen something since then.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
That's hard. It's a tie between Chuck, The Office, 24 and Project Runway.
5. What do you usually have for breakfast?
It depends. Crescent Rolls, Biscuits...this morning it was french toast sticks.
6. What is your middle name?
Jane
7. What food do you dislike?
Turnip greens
8. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
It's a tie again...Francesca Battastelli's Paper Heart and Brooke Fraser's Albertine
9. What kind of car do you drive?
2003 Saturn L200
10. Favorite sandwich?
Philly Cheesesteak
11. What Characteristic you despise?
Lies or denile...especially in myself
12. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
Australia...Sydney to be exact
13. Where would you retire to?
Anywhere there is a beach
14. What was your most memorable birthday?
hmmm...I remember just about every birthday. I've gotta go with the 16th surprise party at church though. I was oblivious.
15. Furthest place you are sending this questions to:
Wherever "the net" takes it
16. When is your birthday?
July 26
17. Morning person or a night person?
Night
18. What is your shoe size?
7ish
19. Pets?
Randi...he's my far away pet
20. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us?
I'm definitely not pregnant. (Repeated from my dad, "I'm not pregnant," and Bethany "I'm not pregnant either.)
21. What did you want to be when you were little?
I had a different one every year -- a playground architect, a teacher, a pediatrician, an OBGYN, a physical therapist/athletic trainer/orthopedic surgeon, a sportscaster, a news anchor, Katie Couric, a New York City (Knicks) dancer and a Broadway star
22. How are you today?
Pretty good
23. What is your favorite flower?
Tulips
24. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?
The day that I finally have off
25. What are you listening to right now?
Sportscenter
26. What was the last thing you ate?
Lenny's
27. Do you wish on stars?
When I see one
28. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
I actually answered this one once before and I'm going to search for my answer. Hold please. Found it! Sunset Orange. The traits for this hue are warm, sociable, good-natured, jovial, and glowing. Sounds like me. I think.
29. How is the weather right now?
Pretty awesome.
30. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My
My cousin Julie
31. Favorite soft drink?
Cherry Coke
32 Favorite restaurant?
O'Charleys
33. Hair color?
Brunette
34. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Legos (this stems from wanting to be a playground architect).
35. Summer or Winter?
summer
36. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Vanilla
37. Coffee or tea?
Sweet tea with EXTRA lemon
38. Do you want your friends to email you back?
Whatev
39 When was the last time you cried?
Last night after my crazy scary nightmare
40. What is under your bed?
boxes and boxes and bags and clothes in boxes
41. What did you do last night?
Watched baseball
42. What are you afraid of?
Snakes and drowning (and yes, I am/was a certified lifeguard)
43. How many keys on your key ring?
I don't know...6?
44. How many years at your current job?
3 (2 were spent as an intern)
45. Favorite day of the week?
Any day that I have off
46. Do you make friends easily?
I've gotten better. I'm not one of those crazy outgoing people.
1. What time did you get up this morning?
8 a.m. I got to work at 9:30. Two reasons: 1) I worked all weekend long. I thought I deserved to sleep in a bit. 2) One alarm went off at 6:30, one at 7 a.m. They were reset after I thought I needed another bit of sleep after having a horrible dream that kept me up crying for at least a half hour in the middle of the night.
2. Diamonds or pearls?
I'm a KD Lady, so both.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Hmm...the only one that comes to mind is The Dark Knight but I know I've seen something since then.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
That's hard. It's a tie between Chuck, The Office, 24 and Project Runway.
5. What do you usually have for breakfast?
It depends. Crescent Rolls, Biscuits...this morning it was french toast sticks.
6. What is your middle name?
Jane
7. What food do you dislike?
Turnip greens
8. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
It's a tie again...Francesca Battastelli's Paper Heart and Brooke Fraser's Albertine
9. What kind of car do you drive?
2003 Saturn L200
10. Favorite sandwich?
Philly Cheesesteak
11. What Characteristic you despise?
Lies or denile...especially in myself
12. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
Australia...Sydney to be exact
13. Where would you retire to?
Anywhere there is a beach
14. What was your most memorable birthday?
hmmm...I remember just about every birthday. I've gotta go with the 16th surprise party at church though. I was oblivious.
15. Furthest place you are sending this questions to:
Wherever "the net" takes it
16. When is your birthday?
July 26
17. Morning person or a night person?
Night
18. What is your shoe size?
7ish
19. Pets?
Randi...he's my far away pet
20. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us?
I'm definitely not pregnant. (Repeated from my dad, "I'm not pregnant," and Bethany "I'm not pregnant either.)
21. What did you want to be when you were little?
I had a different one every year -- a playground architect, a teacher, a pediatrician, an OBGYN, a physical therapist/athletic trainer/orthopedic surgeon, a sportscaster, a news anchor, Katie Couric, a New York City (Knicks) dancer and a Broadway star
22. How are you today?
Pretty good
23. What is your favorite flower?
Tulips
24. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?
The day that I finally have off
25. What are you listening to right now?
Sportscenter
26. What was the last thing you ate?
Lenny's
27. Do you wish on stars?
When I see one
28. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
I actually answered this one once before and I'm going to search for my answer. Hold please. Found it! Sunset Orange. The traits for this hue are warm, sociable, good-natured, jovial, and glowing. Sounds like me. I think.
29. How is the weather right now?
Pretty awesome.
30. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My
My cousin Julie
31. Favorite soft drink?
Cherry Coke
32 Favorite restaurant?
O'Charleys
33. Hair color?
Brunette
34. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Legos (this stems from wanting to be a playground architect).
35. Summer or Winter?
summer
36. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Vanilla
37. Coffee or tea?
Sweet tea with EXTRA lemon
38. Do you want your friends to email you back?
Whatev
39 When was the last time you cried?
Last night after my crazy scary nightmare
40. What is under your bed?
boxes and boxes and bags and clothes in boxes
41. What did you do last night?
Watched baseball
42. What are you afraid of?
Snakes and drowning (and yes, I am/was a certified lifeguard)
43. How many keys on your key ring?
I don't know...6?
44. How many years at your current job?
3 (2 were spent as an intern)
45. Favorite day of the week?
Any day that I have off
46. Do you make friends easily?
I've gotten better. I'm not one of those crazy outgoing people.
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