My complete lack of blogging may lead one to believe that I am not busy and am, ergo, boring.
You (whomever you may be) would be completely wrong. For the last six weeks, I do believe I've been busier than in the last 2 years. It's overwhelming and crazy and I absolutely love it, although I am completely and totally exhuasted.
With the exception of two or three nights that I can think of since mid-January, I've had something to do every night. It's wild!!
I'm taking a linguistics class two nights a week (for the REALLY BIG TRIP that I've not devulged yet), I watch the Bachelor and play Wii with some sweet friends one night a week, I help with the youth (which is a job in and of itself) and then my other obligations... friends, work... all that jazz.
This weekend I worked my church's marraige conference by serving with the kids. Maybe two minutes after I walked into the room, I had a kid puke. Chunks. I cleaned it up (because I am a trooper) and ruined my favorite pair of pants with bleach. I got lots of sweet little hugs. Changed a few diapers. Changed a few blow-outs. Wiped a lot of snotty noses. Loved on some sweet babies!
After the conference, I spent time with one of my besties. Bought some cute shoes. Got a mani/pedi.
This am wasn't the "win" I was hoping for in discipleship/Sunday School but it happens, and I will persevere. :)
All in all, I'm so blessed.
And this time tomorrow, I will be able to reveal Big Secret #1.
CAN'T. WAIT.
xoxo,
Me.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Hey Let's be friends!
I check my feed stats with an outrageous fervor sometimes and as of late, there has been a frequent visitor from Los Angeles. Today, I had one from Beverly Hills.
I WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU. YOU LIVE IN A SUPERFUN CITY AND WELL, MINE IS A WEE BIT BORING.
Please leave a comment!!
xoxo,
Me.
I WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU. YOU LIVE IN A SUPERFUN CITY AND WELL, MINE IS A WEE BIT BORING.
Please leave a comment!!
xoxo,
Me.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
weekly recap.
you know you suck as a blogger when you realize that you only blog once a week and each post feels like some kind of recap.
This week, I'm on the verge of quitting Karate.
I'm watching the Grammy's and am totally distracted.
This week, I started a conversational language class at a local community college. HOLY MOLY.
It's for my trip and woah Nelly at the language barrier.
The new Criminal Minds spinoff premieres this week and Eh.
But Survivor is back.... HOLLA!
Every Monday night, some friends and I get together and play Just Dance on the Wii then watch the Bachelor. Michelle is cookoo-for-cocoa-puffs strikes me as the kind of girl who would slash your tires and not think twice about it.
CeeLo's outfit at the Grammy's so was beyond ridiculous tonight. He stopped in Crazytown.
My middle schoolers (Sunday school) make me laugh. Today, in honor of our Chicken dinner fundraiser after church, all 15 of us did the chicken dance in class. So Super-Duper fun!!
I miss NYC. I haven't been since October and I'm having withdrawals.
some guy at the grammy's is all BLAH BLAH BLAH.
the "In Memoriam" tributes at awards shows make me CRY. I did not know these people... WHY AM I CRYING???
This is such a random list of stuff.
Hope you all have a happy Valentine's day!!!!
xoxo,
Me.
This week, I'm on the verge of quitting Karate.
I'm watching the Grammy's and am totally distracted.
This week, I started a conversational language class at a local community college. HOLY MOLY.
It's for my trip and woah Nelly at the language barrier.
The new Criminal Minds spinoff premieres this week and Eh.
But Survivor is back.... HOLLA!
Every Monday night, some friends and I get together and play Just Dance on the Wii then watch the Bachelor. Michelle is cookoo-for-cocoa-puffs strikes me as the kind of girl who would slash your tires and not think twice about it.
CeeLo's outfit at the Grammy's so was beyond ridiculous tonight. He stopped in Crazytown.
My middle schoolers (Sunday school) make me laugh. Today, in honor of our Chicken dinner fundraiser after church, all 15 of us did the chicken dance in class. So Super-Duper fun!!
I miss NYC. I haven't been since October and I'm having withdrawals.
some guy at the grammy's is all BLAH BLAH BLAH.
the "In Memoriam" tributes at awards shows make me CRY. I did not know these people... WHY AM I CRYING???
This is such a random list of stuff.
Hope you all have a happy Valentine's day!!!!
xoxo,
Me.
Monday, February 7, 2011
an open letter.
Dear Person I cannot mention on the blog,
At some point and without my knowledge, my heart gave you a part of itself. I don’t find myself easily intimidated and yet, it’s like I’m 5 years old afraid to talk, needing some kind of affirmation from you. I normally find it easy and natural to be confrontational, but with you? NADA. This is crazy! You make me feel a way that I’ve not felt in a long time, which is both terrifying and exhilarating.
We’re going on a very big trip in a few months. Just me and you. Far far away. I can’t seem to wrap my brain around how any of this happened. The “dumb girl” in me wants to give God the credit, but I don’t know if this is God or me. And God knows that I cannot get a read out of you. You seem excited, I think.
I wish that you knew that I thought you were the “bees knees” of it all. But I’m pretty sure if you knew I felt like this, you would run screaming to the hills and there is just too much riding on this trip. I can’t admit to you (at least not yet) that I can’t go on this trip without you, for more reasons than one. As independent as I consider myself normally, this trip is only illuminating the vulnerability that I reserve for only a few to see.
I cannot put myself in a position to think anything romantic is going to happen on this trip, because that would be setting me up for failure, mentally. But my heart is not getting the memos. My heart is running unabashedly, unashamedly to the places that my head cannot go, and I don’t know how to stop it. I’ve still not figured how you have a part of my heart when for most of the last few years, I’m pretty sure you’ve not been able to stand me.
Such a dumb girl heart. Oy.
But this is my blog, so I might as well confess. I am so excited for this trip!!! I grin like a fool when I think about it. There may have even been a bit of dancing around the living room. I hope you learn to love me on this trip. Not even in a romantic way (although let’s face it, that would be spectacular!!!), but just for being me. I hope that you see my heart. And if you don’t, I hope you give me back the piece you have so I can move on.
xoxo,
Me.
At some point and without my knowledge, my heart gave you a part of itself. I don’t find myself easily intimidated and yet, it’s like I’m 5 years old afraid to talk, needing some kind of affirmation from you. I normally find it easy and natural to be confrontational, but with you? NADA. This is crazy! You make me feel a way that I’ve not felt in a long time, which is both terrifying and exhilarating.
We’re going on a very big trip in a few months. Just me and you. Far far away. I can’t seem to wrap my brain around how any of this happened. The “dumb girl” in me wants to give God the credit, but I don’t know if this is God or me. And God knows that I cannot get a read out of you. You seem excited, I think.
I wish that you knew that I thought you were the “bees knees” of it all. But I’m pretty sure if you knew I felt like this, you would run screaming to the hills and there is just too much riding on this trip. I can’t admit to you (at least not yet) that I can’t go on this trip without you, for more reasons than one. As independent as I consider myself normally, this trip is only illuminating the vulnerability that I reserve for only a few to see.
I cannot put myself in a position to think anything romantic is going to happen on this trip, because that would be setting me up for failure, mentally. But my heart is not getting the memos. My heart is running unabashedly, unashamedly to the places that my head cannot go, and I don’t know how to stop it. I’ve still not figured how you have a part of my heart when for most of the last few years, I’m pretty sure you’ve not been able to stand me.
Such a dumb girl heart. Oy.
But this is my blog, so I might as well confess. I am so excited for this trip!!! I grin like a fool when I think about it. There may have even been a bit of dancing around the living room. I hope you learn to love me on this trip. Not even in a romantic way (although let’s face it, that would be spectacular!!!), but just for being me. I hope that you see my heart. And if you don’t, I hope you give me back the piece you have so I can move on.
xoxo,
Me.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
sadly, this is not an unusual saturday...
Today was a crazy day.
My day started at 3:20AM when I woke up out of a dead sleep to my neighbors SCREAMING at one another. Expletives and high shreiking were most of what I could hear on one side, followed by my German neighbors on the other jumping up and running across the room banging on the walls.
Just FYI, this is not a good start to a day.
I am too tired to figure out if I've blogged about my neighbors, but Lawdy-Mercy that they have given me stories to tell. There is some standing saga about trashcans that I'll share for another day, but the bigges has been the incessant and rude banging on the walls. The Germans (who are actually German's) are in their 60's. They live on one side of me. On the other side are a young couple that I'll nickname Sammi & Ronnie from Jersey Shore.
For forty minutes in the wee hours of the morning, I had to endure crazy. Ronnie & Sammi were drunk and fighting. There was also a bald third party that I've never seen before. Ronnie & Sammi were screaming. Sammi threw stuff out of the house, including a DVD player that sadly got caught in the crossfire. Ronnie got out a skateboard and faceplated in the parking lot, then proceeded to lay on the ground for 10 minutes. The Germans meanwhile carried on a conversation in tones that, of course, were audible through the paper thin walls of my complex.
I wish I could tell you I was amused, but I was not.
I managed to function throughout the rest of my day, having lunch with a sweet friend and then running 15 errands.
by 6:00, I was starved, so I stopped at a local wendy's.
The guy at the first window told me the guy at the second window thought I had a nice voice. I pull up to the second window and a manager comes to the window and asks if I'm married.
On the top row of his mouth, there is one large tooth. Not a row of teeth (as there should be), but one large tooth. Like a giant white chiclet. And he was licking the chiclet.
REALLY???? REALLY????
Don't you wish your Saturdays were ALL like mine?
xoxo,
Me.
My day started at 3:20AM when I woke up out of a dead sleep to my neighbors SCREAMING at one another. Expletives and high shreiking were most of what I could hear on one side, followed by my German neighbors on the other jumping up and running across the room banging on the walls.
Just FYI, this is not a good start to a day.
I am too tired to figure out if I've blogged about my neighbors, but Lawdy-Mercy that they have given me stories to tell. There is some standing saga about trashcans that I'll share for another day, but the bigges has been the incessant and rude banging on the walls. The Germans (who are actually German's) are in their 60's. They live on one side of me. On the other side are a young couple that I'll nickname Sammi & Ronnie from Jersey Shore.
For forty minutes in the wee hours of the morning, I had to endure crazy. Ronnie & Sammi were drunk and fighting. There was also a bald third party that I've never seen before. Ronnie & Sammi were screaming. Sammi threw stuff out of the house, including a DVD player that sadly got caught in the crossfire. Ronnie got out a skateboard and faceplated in the parking lot, then proceeded to lay on the ground for 10 minutes. The Germans meanwhile carried on a conversation in tones that, of course, were audible through the paper thin walls of my complex.
I wish I could tell you I was amused, but I was not.
I managed to function throughout the rest of my day, having lunch with a sweet friend and then running 15 errands.
by 6:00, I was starved, so I stopped at a local wendy's.
The guy at the first window told me the guy at the second window thought I had a nice voice. I pull up to the second window and a manager comes to the window and asks if I'm married.
On the top row of his mouth, there is one large tooth. Not a row of teeth (as there should be), but one large tooth. Like a giant white chiclet. And he was licking the chiclet.
REALLY???? REALLY????
Don't you wish your Saturdays were ALL like mine?
xoxo,
Me.
Friday, February 4, 2011
thoughts.
i'm struggling to find a blogging voice this week, and I'm not sure why, except that I'm so dang busy!!
Dear Social Calendar, how 'bout we slow down a wee bit??
Or maybe it was around the time that I passed out during karate this week. Only to awaken to six grown men in full karate garb hovering over me. Scared and embarrassed the ju-ju out of me.
Dear body, let's get it together, mkay? I don't want another "pass out" incident.
Or maybe it's the stuff I'm doing for the youth in my church. I am honored and blessed to be teaching Sunday School and working on wednesday nights with the kids! They make me laugh!! Our youth pastor and his wife are phenomenal and I can't get over the privilege I count it to work with them.
Or maybe the 15-yr old girl who, as a part of a photo scavenger hunt, got down on the floor of waffle house and sizzled like bacon.
Dear Hannah-Banana, we're doing that okay soon!!
That's all
xoxo,
Me.
Dear Social Calendar, how 'bout we slow down a wee bit??
Or maybe it was around the time that I passed out during karate this week. Only to awaken to six grown men in full karate garb hovering over me. Scared and embarrassed the ju-ju out of me.
Dear body, let's get it together, mkay? I don't want another "pass out" incident.
Or maybe it's the stuff I'm doing for the youth in my church. I am honored and blessed to be teaching Sunday School and working on wednesday nights with the kids! They make me laugh!! Our youth pastor and his wife are phenomenal and I can't get over the privilege I count it to work with them.
Or maybe the 15-yr old girl who, as a part of a photo scavenger hunt, got down on the floor of waffle house and sizzled like bacon.
Dear Hannah-Banana, we're doing that okay soon!!
That's all
xoxo,
Me.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)