I am not going to be with one member of my family. As much as I love my roommate and know that this Thanksgiving will be awesome, I am a little sad. I won’t get to hear my mom mention “tryptophan” (the stuff in turkey that supposedly makes you sleepy) at least 48 times… I won’t get to sit on the couch with my daddy and watch football. I gotta say… I am a little teary-eyed.
Ok. Moving on so that I don’t have a tear-fest while at work…
Let me just say… I am one of those people that asks why… wants to know how stuff works… this site is going to be the death of my productivity… check it out… especially if you’re like me and you love the Discovery channel or the History channel…
Another random note… my iPod contains hundreds of songs… some of which I didn’t realize I had. For instance… I have a cover of La Bamba. Where in the heck did that come from? NO IDEA… but I have listened to it twice today… yeah…
Things that I am looking forward to:
Jessica Esch’s cooking. That girl can make some freakin’ amazing food.
Working on Friday at the mall. This one may be a joke… but I’m sure I’ll end up with some funny stories.
Two days off of work.
Going to Knoxville for the UT/UK game with Evan. I am wearing blue in an orange town…
Sweet potato casserole. Yes… I really really am looking forward to it. I LOVE sweet potato anything… including sweet potato gelato. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It’s amazing.
I have the best of intentions when it comes to blogging on Thanksgiving Day… but I don’t know if I can promise it…. So, I will wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving today!
I have amazing friends. I am very blessed to call them mine and to know them and love them and spend time with them.
This post is about two friends, in particular. One of them, I have known for years, and the other, only a little over a year, but they are both extremely loved by me and lots of other people.
Anyway… I have told them that I would be praying about specific things for them, regarding their careers, and I have faith that God is going to show up in a mind-boggling way and that it’s going to be soon. I am not going to tell you who these people are, but I ask that you pray for them, too. Pray that they are both encouraged and that God surprises them, answers their prayers, speaks to them, and makes his presence known to them.
You in?
It’s kinda neat how God pulls everything together. At Cross Point, we are in the middle of the “Dream Job” series. Go listen to past sermons. Pete has talked a lot about this on his blog, too… Check it out. It’s very encouraging!
To these two people that I love dearly:
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I think… which makes me stay awake even longer… which is extremely frustrating. Anyway… last night I started thinking what songs would be on my playlist if my life was a movie… I know, I am weird. I came to this conclusion:
1. Easy to Love – Sons of William (It’s my favorite song… so it has to be there.)
2. Breathe Me – Sia (I just love it… and I am not terribly sure what the lyrics say, so I apologize if you go and listen and it’s offensive.)
3. The Hallelujah chorus. (Why not?)
4. Amazing Grace. (The Jars of Clay version.)
5. What Goes Around, Comes Around – Justin Timberlake. (Fine. I admit it. I like his music.)
I think that’s as far as I got before I got sidetracked thinking about what movie I could watch on my laptop so that I would stop thinking and fall asleep, maybe. Have you ever thought about what songs would be on your soundtrack, or am I the only weird one?
This morning, I had to go to the Doctor. If you know me… you know that I loathe going to the Doctor, so if I am there, I must not be feeling well. When I walk in, this nice young lady proceeds to check me in. Problem 1: She is mumbling so I can’t understand a word she says. When I ask politely if she could repeat what she just said, she proceeds to repeat personal information back at me loud enough for the entire waiting room to hear. Solution 1: If you have a patient who is clearly feeling under-the-weather, her ears are probably clogged. You can speak at a normal level and not mumble, and she will hear you and help you move along.
After everyone in the room heard my name, birthday, address, phone number and social security number, I have a seat, satisfied with my arrival announcement. Enter 15 year old and 13 year old boys who sit in the chair directly across and next to me. Sit and stare. Watch my every move. That was slightly creepy. What was more creepy… when their dad came in and did the same thing. I wanted to pull my fleece over my head and pretend I was invisible. No talking to me. Just staring. All three of them. Yikes.
After about 30 minutes of sitting there, another two men walk in and sit in the two chairs on the other side of me. Mind you… the entire LARGE waiting room is empty… Why they scared me, part 1: They were asking each other if they had to kill someone, how they would go about doing it (I kid you not). Why they scared me, part 2: They asked me the same thing… to which I said, “I don’t think that I would do that, period.” I didn’t think that I sounded very interested in either one of them or their conversation, but here’s why they scared me, part 3: One of them asked for my phone number. Not lying. Remember, he wasn’t there when lady at the desk yelled it for everyone to hear.
The point of the story: If I am sitting sick in the waiting room, and you ask me on a date, I am going to reject you. If you stare at me for 20 straight minutes, I am probably going to think you’re crazy/scary/creepy and avoid all eye contact. And, if you talk about planning a crime, I am going to give your description to the police.
Again, with the lists… I know… Don’t worry… It’s a phase, I will grow out of it eventually.
It’s 12:14 and I am still in my pajamas.
Jessica and I walked to Star Bagel for breakfast and sat with someone we didn’t know and heard lots of stories about the music industry back in the day.
Those are just the places that come to mind. Let me explain, in list form… I am all about lists today.
My fingers are numb… which means that typing this blog is about 10 times more difficult and a lot slower than normal.
I have on three shirts, thick pants, close-toed shoes, and am wrapped in my light-blue fleece blanket, and am shivering… And, no, I actually took my temperature this morning… I am not sick. I don’t have a fever. It’s just that cold.
My teeth are chattering.
I haven’t stopped drinking hot tea.
I can see my breath.
Ok… so maybe the last one was a stretch… but honestly??? Why is the air conditioner on??? It’s all of 60 degrees outside!
We need to remember that God is in control. Not Bush. Not Obama. Clinton wasn’t. Neither was George Washington. This whole time, God has known what he was/is/going doing/to do. I refuse to talk about anything political until 2012… when God will still know what the outcome will be and still know how he is going to work.
Moving on.
I have made this commitment to myself and particularly to others to try to catch myself before complaining because I don’t like to always be that girl… complaining and etc. This, however, is something that is clearly bothering other people…
For example, via Jessica Esch’s twitter this morning:
Nashville peeps… it’s this thing called “merge.” I’ll be teaching a class Saturday morning on every on & off ramp! Suggested attendance!
Good to know that it isn’t only my two carpool buddies, and my friend Hannah that have noticed that Nashville drivers clearly have a problem while attempting to merge… ANYWHERE… from 440 E to 65 S, from 65 S onto Cool Springs Blvd. So… In addition to Jessica’s class she’ll be teaching on Saturday morning… I would like to post some tips about merging:
Do not ever stop on the on ramp to the highway. Bad idea. It just irritates the people behind you who were speeding up in order to MERGE (I know, there’s that word again) into traffic on the highway… causing a huge back-up… lots of slamming on the brakes… which leads to spilled milk and coffee and cursing and crying… and eventually to road rage. Only YOU can prevent road rage…
To the people who are driving in the lane that people have to merge in to: If you can get out of the way, get out of the way. Move over one lane. I promise, you can get back in the other lane, eventually. Think about it this way… you are standing in a stadium with hundreds of other people, and you can only leave through one gate. As everyone is slowly making their way out, someone slows down enough for you to step in front of them while you are walking toward them, so that you don’t have to stop and wait… did you stop, just waiting for one of the people to let you in? No… you kept walking. Same concept… just with cars.
It really isn’t as hard as it seems.
If you can’t merge while multi-tasking (aka… eating, smoking, drinking coffee, texting, putting on makeup, reading, talking on the phone, changing the radio channel, shaving, etc.), don’t multi-task. It’s dangerous…
I don’t mean to be a jerk. It’s just been an issue since I moved to Nashville… and since I am a transplant child (ahem), I have driven in several different cities and states… It’s never been as bad as it is here.
I really love people. I love the small things that people do to love people… just yesterday, for instance…
Starbucks gave away free coffee. Did they have to? Nope.
I was encouraged by a good friend who cared enough to build me up.
My dad sent me a text message just to say “I love you.” (I love that he learned how to text…)
My roommate and I worked out and picked up sushi for dinner and made time for fun in the midst of an insane week.
A lady at work left a sweet note at my desk. She’s my backbone, some days.
It’s just the “do.” It’s the “action” to show people you care. I love it!
