Short Note

Hullo. I have finally returned from yet another week of church camp. I was exhausted. Do notice the past tense of that sentence. Yea, i totally slept for thirteen hours last night. Wowzers, i know, but i'm pretty sure i needed it. Also, my adductor muscle hates me. At this camp there was a slip n' slide and at this slip n' slide there was a girl, this girl's name was Josie. As this girl slid her way down the slip 'n slide for the thousandth time she, in her attempt to avoid colliding with a small child, pulled her adductor muscle. Oh the joys of being an old lady. Putting on pants is now an accomplishment....sad, i know. But aside from that, the camp was wonderful. I met some great people and made some wonderful memories. Love it.

I bought a hammock. It was waiting for me on my front step when i arrived home from camp

yesterday. I. AM. SO. EXCITED. I've been wanting a hammock for what feels like a forever so i finally broke down and got one. Yay! I haven't used it yet, mainly because of the adductor muscle hiccup, but i have high expectations of it. I know we will become fast friends. Mine is blue, but here's a picture to give you an idea. . .

So, my anxiety is slowly building as the days go on. Why, you ask? Well, my application for YWAM that i sent off a month ago has not made it to the YWAM base. Is it lost? Is it at the wrong YWAM base? I have no idea. Hence the slight panic. Anyway, I say all this so that 1) you know and most importantly that 2) you will pray with me that it finds it's way to the correct YWAM base. HE is in control...always.

~me

Walking Is Hard

Shin splints. They are evil and i would like it very much if they would stop happening. I think it must be the way i walk. I must walk funny. Or hard. Maybe i stomp? Whatever i do it has got to change. I found a campus bike today, but sadly (this is the part where you feel really bad for me) it was after i had walked all the way back across campus after my last class in agony and had almost made it to my car. I didn't care. I took it around the block and then peddled back to my initial destination. It made for a ridiculous yet fun trip.

I had a conversation with a classmate today about coffee. It all started with me walking across campus to my next class holding my coffee. He recognized me by my "curly hair and the fact i was holding coffee." Awesome. We discussed the effects of coffee and how much is too much, if there is even such a thing, and when you know you're an addict. He = noobie. I = veteran. I will teach the ways of drinking coffee...he needs lessons, he mentioned the forbidden word: decaf. I love coffee, in case i chance failed to mention that previously.

Also, i love dinosaurs and so then have decided for my upcoming birthday that i want a dinosaur cake. I think it would be awesome and appropriate...yea. I mean double-numbers are a big deal! The last time i had double-number birthday was when i was 11, so this double-number birthday calls for loads of fantastic ridiculousness! Aren't these amazing?


~Me

It's The End of The World as We Know it And I Feel Fine

Looking back on this week i probably could have used one of these . On multiple occasions too.

So, i haven't had the best of weeks, but it happens. Life happens. We can't foresee what will come of most any circumstances or situations, but we can hope for the best. We can hope for that which we do not yet have but so desperately want. We can hope with the realization that we may or may not receive whatever it is we wish to have. But what would life be without hope? Most likely drear and well... lifeless. Hope takes us places.

My sister had to remind me the other day when i was moping, not eating, etc... basically throwing myself an all-out pity party, that those actions were wrong. She semi-quoted me, in fact, on one of the bible study lessons i had taught awhile back. She said that 'it's wrong to throw yourself a pity party because God wants us to rejoice and mourn together, even if we feel like hiding in a cave.' It's true. Hard to hear repeated back to me, but true nonetheless. Even though i may feel like hiding in a cave until i am gray and wrinkled, i can't and i won't. 1) it would be smelly, 2) it would get lonely, 3) i like trees. SO! I think i have eaten my fill of ice cream for the week...well, maybe. But for the sake of my sanity and for that little flame of hope of better things to come, i will press on. This sounds like some kind of battle cry. I'm so poetic like that. . . ?

Someone should inform the woodpecker on our house that he is not welcome. He should also be notified not to ruin our freshly painted abode. Possibly having an LOTR marathon this weekend. Which may also include more ice cream eating...and yea, i still think i need that ice cream cozy.

~ME

When Life Gets You Down.....

...It's always good to have an awesome friend who brings you coffee flavored ice cream and bananas.