Mountains, Here I Come. . . !

I always seem to blog when i should be studying. Is this a problem. Most likely, yes. But the reading was getting boring and i was starting to fall asleep...again.

Well it snowed. Again. At least five whole inches and it was marvelous. Some friends and i went sledding at one of the only hills in town and had a blast. When can i move to the mountains?? The last time i remember sledding i was seven and in Montana.
The kids all sled down the hill on our butts in a train-like formation. I remember running into a tree more than once. That was also the only time i have ever been skiing. I ran into a building that time. I must have skills. Perhaps moving to a snowy climate would be a brutal decision? I loved Montana though, it was ridiculously beautiful and open. Miss it. Also, i would blend in! How cool would that be? I could be like the snow queen from Narnia...minus the evil schemes and bad temper of course.

I sent off my letter and admission packet to USM a few weeks ago. This one lady had to call me a few times to get things sorted out and send her more stuffs, but she was so pleasant. I appreciated her and her niceness because of my nervousness. *Anxiety overload!!* I have no clue when i will hear back from them and moreover i have no idea what i'll do when i get accepted. MOVE AWAY!? ahh. Hullo, i am a major introvert. Also, this raises a million questions as to where i'd live, with whom, how i'd support myself, etc. Nursing school kind of frightens me but i will conquer if they dare give me the chance. If not, i'm moving to Turkey.


~Me

Cranberries!

Banana bread and coffee are being consumed. Delicious. Listening to the Cranberries and Jimmy Eat World. oh yea, happy new year! And i had just gotten used to writing "2010" and saying "twenty-ten" not "oh-ten". Now i have to start all over? le sigh.

Favorite lesson learned in 2010: Yielding to HIM brings both peace and joy. It is most rewarding in every regard. I could name off a handful of examples, but the point here is HE is good in all HE does. I am such a control freak, so when i don't know what's going on or if i can't see what's up ahead i get antsy and frustrated. HE knows that. HE wants that. If i profess to love HIM then my response to "go" or "say" or "do" this or that should be "yes!" without hesitation or a second look back. To love HIM means to heed to HIS voice, however quiet a whisper it may be. I always start off thinking that my plans are great and they will work out just right and things will be smooth and lovely because i am HIS. But that is only true if i am listening and obeying HIM. There is this great quote from Elisabeth Elliot that says, "I know no prayer other than 'Thy will be done'." How awesome would it be if we could live out that prayer...second by second, in the big things and the little things. Yielding my will to HIS will was probably one of the more painful yet rewarding experiences i have gone through. EMBRACE THE RELEASE.

I still have my Christmas lights up. Are there Christmas decoration fairies who will come and haunt me since it's now January? I put up a tapestry in my living room. It's big -- maybe 9'x4'? My mom had it in her apartment when she was in college. She used as a room divider, i use it as wall art. It's lovely. I like people. They're fun and different and come in so many varieties; kind of like jelly beans. I have this habit of inserting random CD's of my roommates into the stereo. Currently Playing: Broken Social Scene. I like it.

~Me

Christmas Miracles Are Present

Went to sleep Christmas eve night after a lovely read and woke up the next morning to the little sister busting in my room at 8 am screaming at my very asleep self "IT'S SNOWING!!" We live in Mississippi, so as you can imagine this is a once in a lifetime event. It was definitely one of HIS quite humorous acts -- seeing as how it was about 40 degrees when it was snowing and it stuck. Christmas miracle.
My cousins come in tomorrow. I am bursting with excitement. We're in the process of trying to figure out what to do, however. It is Winter in Mississippi...there isn't much activity or scenery. IDEAS needed! We are doing a photo shoot though, Jordan and Rose graduate in May and have been begging to do one for when they come down. This will be an adventure for sure.

I'm in the process of writing an essay for admittance to nursing school. It is a pain. There must be an easier way. I think i may have to spill all of my nursing ambitions, hopes, and aspirations and then add some humor. They will be reading a lot of essays, might as well have a laugh in the midst of it all, yea? This is like my life or death paper, which is somewhat frightening, but i'm not panicking. Too badly. It's due before the 15th. Pressure is on. Where's my coffee?

~Me