Uhmmmmm

I can make my computeres beep.

Wake Up In The Morning No More?

I'm thinkin' pretty heavily about changing the name of my blog...
Now it just reminds me of Kesha. Which isn't so super cool.

What do you think?

February 17, 2010

Courtney just got home and is fixing to cut Bryce's hair. He's is talking with me about Richard Gere and how he is the mothman from the Mothman Prophecy movie. Then Bryce hits me on the knee with a hammer and walks off.
Now I hear Courtney and Bryce in the bathroom, her cutting his hair. I love their conversations.

Today has been an unexpectedly good day.

I got up this morning at six, having gotten less sleep than normal. Surprisingly I wasn't groggy. Made coffee. Sat down at the table and read about Jacob meeting Rachel in the Bible. I'm finding myself not liking Jacob as much as I remember liking him other times I had read the story. And it's hard for me to not like someone. I think it is because he kind of yanked both Esau's birthright and blessing out from underneath him. I'm finding myself thinking, "Just get over it... that's how the story happened. Don't worry about it." I never expected to invest myself into the stories in Genesis. I don't know why. But I've been surprised, and joyously so.
I've been contemplating more and more lately the concept of being godly. I'm so thankful for my pastor, Matt Chandler. His words help me understand grace more clearly. It's finally dawning on me that "... it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast." Thank you, God.

After I eat breakfast I prep for work and talk with Courtney before we head out. We meet back up at work. We usually carpool, but after work she went out to buy my birthday present (score!). After work I went to my sister's for a few minutes and then came home.
Cut to now. Stephanie is sitting in front of the TV eating cereal and watching The Real World. Courtney and Bryce are still cuttin' some hair. Steph keeps saying stuff like, "Come on!" and, "Don't you think The Real World: Hawaii was better?" She's just precious.

I better go hang out with my awesome roommates. Cause they rule and make me feel so happy to be who I am. :)

Talk soon, CB

Another Cute Boy...

Maybe I should just make this a blog about guys?
Seems like there are plenty of cute ones out there...
But I wouldn't do that to you guys (whoever actually reads...)

Gavin DeGraw... : )

Thought of the Day

What makes her and I different:

She cries out for love, not justice.

Random

My life is hilarious.

I work in a nice area in a middle-upper-class suburb. But today the men who work in the office right beside mine brought in a deer head to hang in their office. Honestly? They will be ushering all the new hires into an office with a DEER HEAD hanging on the wall. I can’t help but laugh.

I am lucky enough to work with my best friend, whose office is close to mine. We generally have too much fun at work and probably laugh just a bit too much. Lately, Courtney has gotten into the habit of threatening to shoot me with a rubber band. Which is terrifying. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t actually do it, but every time I walk into her office, I am overcome by fear. She, of course, finds great delight in seeing me run out of her office shrieking. My goodness, we ARE still children…

Thanksgiving was this past week and it was a wonderful time. My twin sister and a few friends came into town. We had dinner at my older sister Lauren’s house. There were at least twenty people crowded into the house, which looked gorgeous. Lauren and Debbie had decorated every thing for Christmas (a little early, I know). There were nice tablecloths on each table, candles lit, pretty china and sweet little napkin rings. It was a really great time.

I don’t have much else to say. I know this blog was pretty random. Oh well.

Til we meet again.

Three More Days

Things have changed. But more than ever I recognize that they have stayed the same. I don't want to let go. But I realize that it's necessary. Or so I think it is. I'm really scared to let go completely. But I think that in the long run it will serve me well. I don't think I have learned my lesson yet. By letting go too soon, maybe I have forfeited that luxury. Or maybe I am still learning. This leaves me with a lingering anxiety. Perhaps by letting go I may be making the wrong choice? You said that I change my mind too much. I don't think it's the changing of my mind that is so bad. I think it's the thought-process that goes into those decisions in the first place. I don't think things through enough. Or I become entangled by the distraction of niceties.

Stress Level: High

Today. Today has me wanting to pull out my hair. To go back to bed. To be anywhere but here.

And what do you know? It's not over yet.

Oh, happy day!

Under Construction...

Well, sort of anyway... I just can't figure out a look that I like. So if you come on here and it looks hideous, it's probably not permanent. Forgive me for being indecisive.

<3

On this day:

Why do I make decisions like I do?
I seem to do it for my circle of influence.
Not for me.

I'm happy.
And I think I could be happy just about anywhere.
Doing just about anything.

But I'm not.
Because I am who they all want me to be.
I'm not me for me.

I sit down.
I don't want to have to stand up.
Make a choice that is my own.

I'm selfish.
I'm determined to have my way.
But I don't know how.

I want so much.
So much of everything.
To make me happy.

A few nights ago I did something that was completely for me. It felt so
good. I did it because I wanted to. I was determined I would accomplish it.
And I did.

I need to do things like that more often; get out of my comfort zone
and just go for it. I need to have goals that I can achieve with what I have
right now. Not goals that I'll accomplish when I get more money, am older,
etc. Goals that are for me here and now.

I sure do wish I had the power cord for that electric keyboard...