i know, i know

July 30, 2008

Again, sorry it’s been a while. Last week James and I were house-sitting for one of my professors and we were trying to take advantage of our “vacation” at thier house so I wasn’t online very much at all. This week our internet is down at our apartment complex while they switch services so I have to go to the library and Panera Bread to get online. I’m taking an online class and am in another class that requires some online work so when I do have the internet, I’m working. All that to say, I don’t have much time to blog. So – here are some upcoming topics that I can hopefully write about next Wednesday when my classes are over and the internet is back on!

– a new restaurant we tried

– new cookbooks that I’ve fallen in love with

– a wonderful weekend with friends

– a new painting I’m working on

– thoughts on upcoming senior year at southeastern

– something that James and I are praying for that I hope you will join us in – I’ll probably write about this one first

So – sorry again. I promise to write soon. It’s just been such a busy summer!


I am in the middle of a humongous accomplishment. I’m feeling elated. Light hearted. Glad, even. My stresses have melted away. I’m slightly sweaty, a little dirty, and I might just smell. Yet, I feel fabulous. I’m in the midst of a cleaning day. I wasn’t planning on cleaning like this today. I tried to do a big clean last Friday but that didn’t happen – that was one of the worst days ever – long story short, cleaning didn’t happen that day. I’ve been needing to do a kind of spring cleaning. James and I live in a two bedroom apartment and are often needing to pare down our stuff. Every few months I get the urge and get rid of a ton of books and memorabilia that we don’t need. I really wanted to get it done last Friday because I knew I would have today off of both school and work – this RARELY happens. I wanted to just enjoy today and relax and paint. Well, I just couldn’t ignore the need to clean and ya know what? I think that I’m feeling just as relaxed as I would right now if I had just spent the day all laid back. I just feel so good. I’ve gotten rid of a lot of books that I don’t care about and even have taken a few breaks to look through yearbooks or pictures I’ve found. Also, all this cleaning got my inspirational juices flowing. Even with all this cleaning, I’ve started a new painting. I’ve gotten in pretty deep though. Right now it’s messier than it was when I started – everything is out and sorted into piles. I’m confident that I can get it done though. I’m amped. I am kind of bummed that I won’t have time for the gym today but I looked online and it looks like mega-cleaning burns plenty of calories. I’ll just have to fit me 3 more days of running for the week in Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. OK, I think that’s all for now. What a fun day!

so sorry!

July 15, 2008

Oh, wow, it’s been a while. I just can’t keep up this summer. Thanks anyway to those of y’all that still click on over to see if there is anything new. There will be soon, I have tomorrow completely off and I can’t wait – no work, no school. Right now I’m in the process of thinking of a new direction for the blog – something more themed, if you will. As it is it’s just kind of random updates on life and I want it to be a bit more than that. We’ll see if I come up with anything.

July 6, 2008

I’ve always loved shane and shane and was really excited when I learned they had a new cd out. Here are the lyrics to my favorite song on the album. Maybe I’ll write about them later.

Father of lies, coming to steal kill and destroy
All my hopes of being good enough
I hear him saying, “cursed are the ones who can’t abide”

He’s right, hallelujah, he’s right
The devil is preaching the song of the redeemed
That I am cursed and gone astray
I cannot gain salvation
Embracing accusation

Could the father of lies be telling the truth of
God to me tonight?
That if the penalty of sin is death, then death is mine
I hear him saying, “cursed are the ones who can’t abide”

The devil’s singing over me an age old song
That I am cursed and gone astray
Singing the first verse so conveniently over me
He’s forgotten the refrain.

July 4, 2008

Hey y’all, I’ve got a job interview tomorrow. If you think of me, will you please pray that it goes well? Thanks!

library guilt

July 1, 2008

I’ve been going to the library a lot lately. One of my recent trips was to pick out some books on CD to listen to on my 8 hour drive to Orlando to visit my family. James couldn’t go with me so I needed to make sure I had some entertainment – something to keep me awake. I needed about 14 hours worth of stuff to listen to along with at least two back-up books. You see, with audio books you not only have to factor in whether or not the content of the book will be interesting enough to keep you awake but also whether or not the reader’s voice will make you want to stab your eyes out. Once, when driving to visit my mom in North Carolina, I listened to Emma. Good book, unbelievably annoying accent reading it. But I digress.

On that trip to the library I was struck with a familiar feeling – library guilt. You see, I do judge a book by it’s cover. I know, so shallow. Sometimes I’m in the mood for books with neon colored covers with pictures of women shopping or baked goods on the cover. This usually indicates mindless chick lit – something I enjoy. Other days I’m looking for something a little more complex with some kind of intriguing photo – I usually steer clear of black and white photographs because this usually means the book is a bit too brooding for me. This method makes going through the library a bit easier for me since I can just glance up and down the aisles looking for covers that interest me.

So, let’s say that the cover warrents being picked up. I don’t just judge by the cover, I go deeper than that. The next test is the first line of the back cover/inner flap summary. If I don’t like the way that one little sentance is written, it goes back on the shelf. This is when the guilt comes in. The thought strikes me, “what would the author think if they knew that this one little sentance is their only chance to have someone read their book?” Then I start thinking about how much work goes into writing the book and how much time they’ve poured into it. I don’t know much about writing a book but it sounds like a pretty involved affair. It’s described like most art – the book becomes a part of you or you become a part of it – whichever makes more sense.

So, as much as I love the many wonders of the library – I mean, come one, FREE BOOKS! – I do often leave with a sense of remorse for not giving those lame looking books a chance. Someone’s life work rejected just because of stupid cover art or a lame first line.

Oh, and can I just say before I end this one – why are so many books about infidelity? I mean, seriously, so many books I pick up and glance at have some adulterer in them. I’m so tired of reading about unfaithful men and women. Boo.