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Babble

On this, my last night prior to outdoor ed. camp I am at home all alone because no one cared to bid me farewell. *sniffle* Actually, everyone's working, so they have an excuse... I guess. Except Greg... I don't know what his deal is. Kinda perturbed as to why he didn't care to spend the evening with me.

I saw Pirates 3 at a pre-opening night showing on Thursday. That movie is amazing.... -ly long! It's almost 3 hours! If your attention span can last that long, I do highly recommend it. I think much of the length could have been cut out of the dueling sequences and still had a good movie in the end. There were so many memorable one liners that one person can't remember them all! Haha. 

*gasp* I just picked up my big purple sunglasses and one of the hinges is a little bent!!!! NOOOOOO! NOT the infamous big purple sunglasses! I wore them to every tennis match we had this semester so they basically became my trademark. Because both the men's and women's teams made it to nationals and we only have 1 coach between us, our coach sent the women's basketball coach with we ladies on our trip because he felt the guys had a better chance. (I agree that they did have better draw in the tournament, but I still don't really like that he couldn't go with us.) Anyway, the basketball coach mentioned the fame of my big purple sunglasses on the trip. Hadn't really thought of them as my trademark until she said that. Anyway, my trademark is in peril! Whatever shall I do?! 

If you hadn't caught on yet, this entry really has no point except a long drawn out adieu. 

As I was packing this evening, I surprised myself; I usually pack pretty light for a female but all the clothes that I need for the week are taking up my entire duffel bag all by themselves! The 3 pair of shoes I may or may not need will have to be tied together and thrown over my shoulder, I guess and toiletries will come along in their own little bag. OH! Good news! When I pulled my duffel out of the closet I found a hairbrush in it! All my hairbrushes have been slowly disappearing and this past week the last one vanished, so I've been using one of those fancy hair combs for a brush the past 5 or 6 days. Hooray for a real brush! And a great paddle brush at that!

All right. Enough of the babble. I'll catch you kids when I get back from camp and Red Letter Rock Fest! :-D

Red Letter Rock Fest

This is MY battle field.

On this hiatus I didn't really go anywhere. I used my daily walking time to commune with God instead of listening to my music. Five miles is a quite a ways and probably the largest block of time I've given to Jesus in a long time, sadly.

While I was on my walk what I got was that I've got to quit punishing myself and live life. I don't think I've realized what I have been doing to myself as of the past couple years. I think that once I was set free in society again by a certain controlling force I haven't yet allowed myself to re-enter society. The reason being that I feel I have made too big of a mistake by allowing the force to control me and as a result do not belong in society anymore. (I do not say more about "the force" for fear of the force itself. Yes, it still scares me; however, I am thankful to the force and God for setting me free before my own stupidity took the next step and harmed me further.) I understand that God forgave me of my oversight long long ago, but forgiving myself has been a more difficult road. I realize that not forgiving myself is basically throwing Jesus's sacrifice in His face saying that it's not good enough for me. Convincing one's heart of what the head knows has proven most difficult.

Now the importance of the "living life" part didn't really hit home until last night at a church service. If you will recall, I know I need to do this as evidenced by the poem entitled "I am ready." that I wrote around a month ago and shared here. We were talking in the service about how Christians tend to show God as a god of authority-- interested in keeping rules-- but that He's really a god of relationships--interested in communing with each of us. One of the characteristics of a faith based on relationships is that the enemy of such a faith is isolation and loneliness. That hit me hard because that's exactly what I'm doing to myself. I can't fully be a Christian witness 1) because I'm not putting myself out there to be and 2) because in this area of my life I am showing God as the god of authority. That got me fired up. God made my purpose in life to serve to people and I can't serve them without being an intricate part of society. I can't be a witness if I'm not out there either, so this game plan of lingering on the outer rim of society is NOT the plan God has for my life. Yikes... Time for a 180! I've got to quit sulking, and being selfish and put myself out there to be God's hands and feet! I've got to do this no matter what people do to me in the future because this is my battle field calling and I've been hiding behind a tree! Try as you might, Satan but I will not fall into this selfish trap again! HA!

:-D Gotta love hiatus... and Jesus. 

On Hiatus

Millions of Bubbles

Thought I'd share my latest caper.

I was helping Greg move into his new house last Thursday evening. His mom had gotten his house a set of dishes so that in the event they eat something besides cup-of-noodles they will have something to eat on. I unpacked the dishes and set to work cleaning them while Greg went back to his dorm room to get more stuff. Greg's house is pretty new so it has a dishwasher. I figured I would take advantage of that and the night of free electricity and let the dishwasher do the work while I did some other things around the house. Didn't have any dishwasher soap so I just put some plain ol' liquid dish soap in. I read on the bottle "concentrated" so I put in enough soap to cover the bottom of both little cup things. Apparently that was too much because when I came back to the kitchen about 10 minutes later water and bubbles were pouring out of the dishwasher into Greg's new kitchen.

Fortunately, Greg hadn't made it over with the towels yet so the only thing standing between the small lake in Greg's kitchen and the wall was me. I took my flip flops off and began pushing back the water and suds back toward the dishwasher with a flip flop in one hand and dialed the phone with the other. I told Greg to bring some towels with him. Silly boy shows up about 20 minutes later with 1 towel. I sheepishly told him, "Well, the good news is the dishes and your floor are clean. The bad news is there's a lake in your kitchen. Want to go swimming in it?" Thankfully, Greg was very amused so we got a good laugh while we soaked up the water and bubbles with his 1 towel and a few extras in his laundry hamper.

I am so thankful that Greg could laugh at the situation with me. I would have just died if he got upset. Greg, you're a keeper! 

Almost Done!!

Spain Scholarship