Goal for the week:
I will not let anyone steal my sunshine. I will not let anyone make me feel like a bad person for the way I feel towards things or people. If it's not there, it's not there and nothing is going to change that. So I'm just going to keep on smiling and keep on shining. I'm not a bad person and I'm not a bad Christian.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Last night
Last night I went to a poetry reading with a friend in Houston. I was open-minded about it because it was something I had never done before. Actually, it's something I had always wanted to do just never actually did. So I was happy to be going and the company was good which helps any situation.
We get there and as we enter, we get lost in a thick fog of smoke...which is cool, I guess if you like to smoke and since you are able to smoke here, I won't knock them for it. However, I have bad reactions to smoke...headaches, sometimes stomach aches, and nausea. Everyone was smoking in there...and I mean everyone except myself, Evan, and a little two year old girl running around the place.
They start the reading and things are going alright. I will say that I had hoped for a little more, but that's alright. My only other complaint about the night and the point of this post as well as the last one about rude people is how unbelievably rude everyone was to each other and the language they used. I can take bad language, that's fine. But I can't put up with people using the Lord's name in vain. And I don't particularly enjoy hearing people speak about sexual things like it's casual conversation...I understand if someone wants to express themselves in their poetry but to have a conversation on stage, between readings, to people in the audience is another thing. I mean, I can talk about sex as an intimate act with the person you love and share the bond of marriage with, but to talk about it like it's an everyday thing...and acceptable to do everyday with anyone you please...I don't want to talk about that.
When did it become socially acceptable to have sex with whomever you please? It's morally unacceptable to me, going against everything I believe and everything in the Bible. I was raised differently than most people, I guess. I am so thankful I have such wonderful parents.
We get there and as we enter, we get lost in a thick fog of smoke...which is cool, I guess if you like to smoke and since you are able to smoke here, I won't knock them for it. However, I have bad reactions to smoke...headaches, sometimes stomach aches, and nausea. Everyone was smoking in there...and I mean everyone except myself, Evan, and a little two year old girl running around the place.
They start the reading and things are going alright. I will say that I had hoped for a little more, but that's alright. My only other complaint about the night and the point of this post as well as the last one about rude people is how unbelievably rude everyone was to each other and the language they used. I can take bad language, that's fine. But I can't put up with people using the Lord's name in vain. And I don't particularly enjoy hearing people speak about sexual things like it's casual conversation...I understand if someone wants to express themselves in their poetry but to have a conversation on stage, between readings, to people in the audience is another thing. I mean, I can talk about sex as an intimate act with the person you love and share the bond of marriage with, but to talk about it like it's an everyday thing...and acceptable to do everyday with anyone you please...I don't want to talk about that.
When did it become socially acceptable to have sex with whomever you please? It's morally unacceptable to me, going against everything I believe and everything in the Bible. I was raised differently than most people, I guess. I am so thankful I have such wonderful parents.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Rude People
I strongly dislike rude people...that's all I have to say for now. I want to go to sleep but have to get the "scent o' bar" off of me...Yuck.
Kilimanjaro
A little motivation for myself and J.R. -
Never measure the height of a mountain,
until you have reached the top.
Then you will see how low it was.
Dag Hammarskjold
Ok - work now, write later.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Alright so this post is all about the Holy Babblers - my mother, Donna Reifkohl, Becky Bader, and Nonnie Jones - they are some of the most spiritual women I have ever met and they like to get together and talk. Sometimes they talk so fast you can't understand a word that comes out of their mouths, hence the name the "Holy Babblers." This post is about them and the connections that I have with each of the women.
The first should be obvious. My mother is mother - she's a goof sometimes, but I will get to that later. The first picture on here is of my mom on the right and Donna on the left. Donna was my 7th grade home economics teacher. Everyday before she would let anyone enter her room, she would stand outside and the door and make us tell her how beautiful we were. I'm glad she did this. It always started the day off with everyone feeling good about themselves. I still wake up and tell myself I am beautiful in the mirror, not because I am vain, but because it's just a good way to start off the day.
Next there's Becky and Nonnie. Becky is on the left and Nonnie is on the right. Becky was my sophomore English teacher, however, I have known her since I moved to Bellville in seventh grade. Becky used to teach seventh grade and her room was right across the hall from Donna's. Later she moved to teaching high school and I was so lucky to have her as a teacher. I learned so much from her. Now that I am out of school, the learning continues. She has been such an inspiration to me in so man
y ways. I look to her a lot for spiritual advice as well as advice on things in life. Besides my parents, Becky probably knows the most about me. And it is quite possible that she is the goofiest person I know...but that's a good thing.
Nonnie is the most recent addition to the Holy Babblers. She and her family moved to Katy about a year ago...maybe a little more than that (my memory is failing me right now). Her husband works with my father and this is how she got hooked up with the group. They all attend Beth Moore on Tuesday nights together. Nonnie is probably one of the kindest persons I know. I've had the chance to spend a lot of time with her recently. (Her son is a year older than me so we hang out a lot.) She is quick to serve me food whenever I go to her house and first to give me a hug. You can really see the Lord working through her. She is such a wonderful person to be around.
And that's the group and just a little of how they have impacted my life...now back to my mother....and her favorite joke. She always ends this joke with a slap on the knee and, "isn't that funny?"
Ethel and Mertle are driving in the car. Ethel is driving. They go through a red light and Mertle thinks to herself, "I wonder is Ethel knows she just went through a red light?" but she doesn't say anything. Then Ethel drives through the second right light. Mertle again thinks to herself, "I wonder if she knows she has just gone through two red lights?" Then Ethel drives through a third red light so Mertle says, "Ethel did you know you just drove through three res lights?" Ethel responds, "Oh, am I driving?"
And that's the joke...I will say that it is better than Matt Lester's pass the shampoo joke. (Nikki, you might remember that one.) The following three pictures are of my mom...cracking herself up with her favorite joke of all. Note that this is right after the knee slap.
And here she is saying, "Isn't that funny? I just think that is so funny." Yes mom, it's funny. I guess we just don't find it as funny as you...but keep telling it. We'll keep laughing!
And just as a side note...she really does crack me up. She's a goof sometimes, but I love her.
The Holy Babblers are starting a non-profit organization called Manna From Heaven. I have written about this in a previous post. Soon there will be a website and I'll get that link on here as soon as it is up and running.
My mom and her friends will probably kill me for this post if they ever see it...such is life.
The first should be obvious. My mother is mother - she's a goof sometimes, but I will get to that later. The first picture on here is of my mom on the right and Donna on the left. Donna was my 7th grade home economics teacher. Everyday before she would let anyone enter her room, she would stand outside and the door and make us tell her how beautiful we were. I'm glad she did this. It always started the day off with everyone feeling good about themselves. I still wake up and tell myself I am beautiful in the mirror, not because I am vain, but because it's just a good way to start off the day.
Next there's Becky and Nonnie. Becky is on the left and Nonnie is on the right. Becky was my sophomore English teacher, however, I have known her since I moved to Bellville in seventh grade. Becky used to teach seventh grade and her room was right across the hall from Donna's. Later she moved to teaching high school and I was so lucky to have her as a teacher. I learned so much from her. Now that I am out of school, the learning continues. She has been such an inspiration to me in so man
y ways. I look to her a lot for spiritual advice as well as advice on things in life. Besides my parents, Becky probably knows the most about me. And it is quite possible that she is the goofiest person I know...but that's a good thing. Nonnie is the most recent addition to the Holy Babblers. She and her family moved to Katy about a year ago...maybe a little more than that (my memory is failing me right now). Her husband works with my father and this is how she got hooked up with the group. They all attend Beth Moore on Tuesday nights together. Nonnie is probably one of the kindest persons I know. I've had the chance to spend a lot of time with her recently. (Her son is a year older than me so we hang out a lot.) She is quick to serve me food whenever I go to her house and first to give me a hug. You can really see the Lord working through her. She is such a wonderful person to be around.
And that's the group and just a little of how they have impacted my life...now back to my mother....and her favorite joke. She always ends this joke with a slap on the knee and, "isn't that funny?"
Ethel and Mertle are driving in the car. Ethel is driving. They go through a red light and Mertle thinks to herself, "I wonder is Ethel knows she just went through a red light?" but she doesn't say anything. Then Ethel drives through the second right light. Mertle again thinks to herself, "I wonder if she knows she has just gone through two red lights?" Then Ethel drives through a third red light so Mertle says, "Ethel did you know you just drove through three res lights?" Ethel responds, "Oh, am I driving?"
And that's the joke...I will say that it is better than Matt Lester's pass the shampoo joke. (Nikki, you might remember that one.) The following three pictures are of my mom...cracking herself up with her favorite joke of all. Note that this is right after the knee slap.
And here she is saying, "Isn't that funny? I just think that is so funny." Yes mom, it's funny. I guess we just don't find it as funny as you...but keep telling it. We'll keep laughing!
And just as a side note...she really does crack me up. She's a goof sometimes, but I love her.
The Holy Babblers are starting a non-profit organization called Manna From Heaven. I have written about this in a previous post. Soon there will be a website and I'll get that link on here as soon as it is up and running.
My mom and her friends will probably kill me for this post if they ever see it...such is life.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
eastmountainsouth
New song...yay for those, right? eastmountain south is a duo that mixes folk, rock, pop, and maybe a little bit of country, yes country, into their music...but seriously, check out their song "Rain come down". It's a great tune that just puts you at ease when you listen to it... Dark clouds a'risin', thunder bolts a'rollin', master jesus ridin' around with a rainbow 'round his shoulders. Seek on, oh, seeker, come go to glory with me and you shall wear a starry crown, come join the band of angels. Rain come down, rain come down, hear him above ridin' around.....
rush of emotions = random post
I feel the urge to write yet have nothing to say. I am in the process of scraping my jaw up off the the very table that this computer sits on. I had some news tonight, not unpleseant, just unexpected. My reaction to the news is still in the works. Yes that's right, I don't know how to react, so until I do, my mouth will remain open. My grandmother would say that I could catch flies in it...
On a different note, I had supper last night with a wonderful sister in Christ and today I had the joy of lunching with another wonderful sister in Christ. God has greatly blessed me with two incredible girls to hang out with and talk to this past year. It's so important to have girl friends in your life. They keep you in check and everyone needs that a little now and then. They have such wonderful big hearts for the Lord. I admire them both.
I have asked God to let me be fully single and enjoy all the wonderful things it has to offer. I pray a prayer to him about it multiple times during the day. I want to focus all my attention on him. One day Mr. Right will come into my life and it will be wonderful, but I need to focus on the real Mr. Right...my Lord is always perfect and loving and I always take comfort in Him. He is my strength. I love that I can say, "God, I really need you to help me through this day because I just feel like giving up." I know he's right there with me. I love to picture Him walking with me, always. It's such a beautiful picture. He's with me wherever I go and I take comfort in that.
This is really just a random post, isn't it? I've just got a lot of things on my mind right now and they are all jumbled up. Maybe if I could get my bottom lip back with my top lip, things might come out better...maybe not. I'm still in shock. I know, I haven't said why...well here it is...I was the transition girl, not the rebound, the transition girl. You could be thinking, ahh, not the rebound, that's good right? No one wants to be the rebound! Well, no one really wants to be the transition either. I mean, come one...that's says you weren't really feeling anything at all. You were just in the process of transitioning from from the ex girlfriend (something bad) to the new girlfriend (something better) but then there is me, in between...what does that make me? The transition...
Ack...no more words...like I said, it's me and my God...and my wonderful girlfriends...and my sister and my dad and my super cute dog...can't forget Randy...and the Holy Babblers...and lots of other things...I do have a wonderful life with wonderful people in it. Every once in a while you just need a reality check.
On a different note, I had supper last night with a wonderful sister in Christ and today I had the joy of lunching with another wonderful sister in Christ. God has greatly blessed me with two incredible girls to hang out with and talk to this past year. It's so important to have girl friends in your life. They keep you in check and everyone needs that a little now and then. They have such wonderful big hearts for the Lord. I admire them both.
I have asked God to let me be fully single and enjoy all the wonderful things it has to offer. I pray a prayer to him about it multiple times during the day. I want to focus all my attention on him. One day Mr. Right will come into my life and it will be wonderful, but I need to focus on the real Mr. Right...my Lord is always perfect and loving and I always take comfort in Him. He is my strength. I love that I can say, "God, I really need you to help me through this day because I just feel like giving up." I know he's right there with me. I love to picture Him walking with me, always. It's such a beautiful picture. He's with me wherever I go and I take comfort in that.
This is really just a random post, isn't it? I've just got a lot of things on my mind right now and they are all jumbled up. Maybe if I could get my bottom lip back with my top lip, things might come out better...maybe not. I'm still in shock. I know, I haven't said why...well here it is...I was the transition girl, not the rebound, the transition girl. You could be thinking, ahh, not the rebound, that's good right? No one wants to be the rebound! Well, no one really wants to be the transition either. I mean, come one...that's says you weren't really feeling anything at all. You were just in the process of transitioning from from the ex girlfriend (something bad) to the new girlfriend (something better) but then there is me, in between...what does that make me? The transition...
Ack...no more words...like I said, it's me and my God...and my wonderful girlfriends...and my sister and my dad and my super cute dog...can't forget Randy...and the Holy Babblers...and lots of other things...I do have a wonderful life with wonderful people in it. Every once in a while you just need a reality check.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
It's ok to hurt
I came to the realization tonight 30 minutes after talking to a friend for two hours that it is ok to miss someone. (I know this wasn't her intention to make me realize this, but I'm gald she did.) I've tried so hard all summer to block out a certain someone for fear of hurting. I don't want to hurt, I don't want to cry, I don't want to be sad. But I am human and as a human, I feel all of these things and it's ok. And it's ok to start crying out of the blue because the fact of the matter is I do hurt. I was deeply moved by a person and it didn't work out and now I find myself trying to forget how I felt because I don't want to hurt now.
I can't even write this right now...
Thank you, friend, for our conversation tonight.
I can't even write this right now...
Thank you, friend, for our conversation tonight.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Goals
I have 4 Goals for my life:
1. Run a marathon
2. Climb Kilimanjaro
3. Backpack through Europe
4. Build homes in Africa
Sara and I will be backpacking through Europe upon graduation. J.R. and I are going to climb Kilimanjaro. He doesn't know it yet, but he will also be running a marathon with me. Eventually, I am going to build in Africa and hopefully with a team of people.
Today is my last day for all things bad...by that, I mean...tater tots, haha. I don't do sweets, so I'm alright in that area and rarely do fast food, so I seem to be on the right track...now the fun part - training. J.R. won't be back for another three weeks so I will have to start without him. I'm sure he will catch up...haha, get it?? (Cheesy, I know, but didn't you laugh?)
1. Run a marathon
2. Climb Kilimanjaro
3. Backpack through Europe
4. Build homes in Africa
Sara and I will be backpacking through Europe upon graduation. J.R. and I are going to climb Kilimanjaro. He doesn't know it yet, but he will also be running a marathon with me. Eventually, I am going to build in Africa and hopefully with a team of people.
Today is my last day for all things bad...by that, I mean...tater tots, haha. I don't do sweets, so I'm alright in that area and rarely do fast food, so I seem to be on the right track...now the fun part - training. J.R. won't be back for another three weeks so I will have to start without him. I'm sure he will catch up...haha, get it?? (Cheesy, I know, but didn't you laugh?)
Shoe gods
The shoe gods LOVE me. I went into a shoe store yesterday just to look around and immediately a pair of shoes caught my eye...so cute...and come to find out, they are on sale! I love that. Then I turn around and, bam, another cute pair of shoes are in my face and...on sale! So I calculate the costs in my head and say, $75 for two pair of shoes, I can do that...
Now comes the best part...I am paying for my shoes and instead of the $75 that I was expecting, the girl hits me with the price of $45...whoa! What? A sale on top of the sale price? How could I be so lucky? The shoe gods love me and that's all there is!! I should have bought two more pair!
It made my day...especially after taking off work early to go shopping...ahh, good day!
On a different note, I got the second book in the series that I am reading...She's Out of Control by Kirsten Billerbeck. Just started it, but so far, it's great, just like the first one!
Note: Of course I know there is no such thing as a shoe god...but if there were, it would definately love me.
Now comes the best part...I am paying for my shoes and instead of the $75 that I was expecting, the girl hits me with the price of $45...whoa! What? A sale on top of the sale price? How could I be so lucky? The shoe gods love me and that's all there is!! I should have bought two more pair!
It made my day...especially after taking off work early to go shopping...ahh, good day!
On a different note, I got the second book in the series that I am reading...She's Out of Control by Kirsten Billerbeck. Just started it, but so far, it's great, just like the first one!
Note: Of course I know there is no such thing as a shoe god...but if there were, it would definately love me.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Dog Sitting
I had to house/dog sit for a couple yesterday and last night. Three little dogs attacked me as I walked in the house and their incessant barking was enough to drive me crazy but they eventually calmed down and allowed me to take a nap on the couch for about an hour. Of course they slept right beside me.
Around 10:30-ish...actually I have no idea when it was, but that's what I'm going to say...the power went out. Ahh, strange dark house, no flash ights, don't know where the matches are, and the dogs have begun to bark again. After making some phone calls from the cell phone, I found a flashlight, and a friend a few miles away brought over some candles and matches. We played three hands of gin before the lights came back on and the dogs stopped barking.
At 12:00 I tried to go to bed. The dogs wouldn't pee outside, of course. They like to sleep with their owners, so I crawled into bed with three dogs...no, two...one wouldn't get on the bed with me on it...until 1:00!!! Ahhh, I just wanted to get some rest! At 6:00 this morning, one of the dogs woke me up to let me know it had just peed in the bed, right nest to my face...as if I wouldn't feel/ smell it, right? So at 6:00 I am up and the sheets are off the bed and in the washing machine.
It's been a long morning already. Tonight I will go to sleep early...with just one dog in the bed who never pees in it...my Randy!
Around 10:30-ish...actually I have no idea when it was, but that's what I'm going to say...the power went out. Ahh, strange dark house, no flash ights, don't know where the matches are, and the dogs have begun to bark again. After making some phone calls from the cell phone, I found a flashlight, and a friend a few miles away brought over some candles and matches. We played three hands of gin before the lights came back on and the dogs stopped barking.
At 12:00 I tried to go to bed. The dogs wouldn't pee outside, of course. They like to sleep with their owners, so I crawled into bed with three dogs...no, two...one wouldn't get on the bed with me on it...until 1:00!!! Ahhh, I just wanted to get some rest! At 6:00 this morning, one of the dogs woke me up to let me know it had just peed in the bed, right nest to my face...as if I wouldn't feel/ smell it, right? So at 6:00 I am up and the sheets are off the bed and in the washing machine.
It's been a long morning already. Tonight I will go to sleep early...with just one dog in the bed who never pees in it...my Randy!
Sunday, July 17, 2005
New Song
I've got a new song of the week, playing on repeat right now recommended by Matt Wertz. "Mystery" by Indigo Girls is an amazing song. To quote him, "'Mystery' by the Indigo Girls is the most beautifully written song, lyrically, that i've ever heard in my life. Every line in that song could inspire pages of analysis. There is more truth wrapped up in that song than most of us have known in our whole life." So check it out and here are the lyrics, because I know you'll want to read them for yourself.
Each time you'd pull down the drivewayI wasn't sure when I would see you again/Yours was a twisted, blind-sided highway/No matter which road you took then
Oh you set up your place in my thoughts/Moved in and made my thinking crowded/Now we're out in the back with the barking dogs/My heart the red sun, your heart the moon clouded
Refrain
I could go crazy on a night like tonight/When summer's beginning to give up her fight/And every thought's a possibility/And voices are heard, but nothing is seen/Why do you spend this time with me/May be an equal mystery
So what is love then, is it dictated/Or chosen - Handed down or made by hand/Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years/Or is it just pop emotion - Handed down or made by hand/And if it ever was there, and it left/Does it mean it was never true/And to exist it must elude/Is that why I think these things of you
{Refrain}
Oh, but you like the taste of danger/It shines like sugar on your lips/And you like to stand in the line of fire/Just to show you can shoot straight from your hip/There must be a thousand things you would die for/I can hardly think of two/But not everything is better spoken aloud/Not when I'm talking to you
Oh, the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight/Breaks a bottle to christen her/Basking in the exploits of her thief/She's a very good listener/And maybe that's all that we need is to meet in the middle/Of impossibility/Standing at opposite poles/Equal partners in a mystery - Handed down or made by hand/We're standing at opposite poles/Equal partners in a mystery
More later...
Each time you'd pull down the drivewayI wasn't sure when I would see you again/Yours was a twisted, blind-sided highway/No matter which road you took then
Oh you set up your place in my thoughts/Moved in and made my thinking crowded/Now we're out in the back with the barking dogs/My heart the red sun, your heart the moon clouded
Refrain
I could go crazy on a night like tonight/When summer's beginning to give up her fight/And every thought's a possibility/And voices are heard, but nothing is seen/Why do you spend this time with me/May be an equal mystery
So what is love then, is it dictated/Or chosen - Handed down or made by hand/Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years/Or is it just pop emotion - Handed down or made by hand/And if it ever was there, and it left/Does it mean it was never true/And to exist it must elude/Is that why I think these things of you
{Refrain}
Oh, but you like the taste of danger/It shines like sugar on your lips/And you like to stand in the line of fire/Just to show you can shoot straight from your hip/There must be a thousand things you would die for/I can hardly think of two/But not everything is better spoken aloud/Not when I'm talking to you
Oh, the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight/Breaks a bottle to christen her/Basking in the exploits of her thief/She's a very good listener/And maybe that's all that we need is to meet in the middle/Of impossibility/Standing at opposite poles/Equal partners in a mystery - Handed down or made by hand/We're standing at opposite poles/Equal partners in a mystery
More later...
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Running in the Rain
We got a beautiful downpour today in Bellville. What does that mean for me? I'm going running!
There are many pros about running in the rain. For one, it isn't nearly as hot as it is without the rain. Sweat doesn't feel like sweat and that is nice. But my motivation for running in the rain tonight wasn't because I didn't want to feel the sweat drip down my back. I ran for the pure enjoyment of running in the rain, experiencing God's wonderful grace in one of the puresest forms - nature. There is something so beautiful about the world in the rain. I opted not to take my ipod with me and run to the sound of the rolling thunder. It was definately the best experience of my week. I wish it would rain more...if not for my enjoyment then to give the grass some water. My running continued until I saw a huge flash of lightening streak across the sky a little too close for comfort. At that point I looked to the sky and said outloud, "Alright, God, I'm going in now!" acknowleding the fact that God was about to unleash some glorious rain in heavy amounts...
After my run I finished my book...dang...now I have to wait until the morning to rush to the bookstore and grab the next book. I love to read but I am always a little sad when a good book ends. I want to keep reading it...at least there are two more books in the series which promise to be just as good as the first one.
There are many pros about running in the rain. For one, it isn't nearly as hot as it is without the rain. Sweat doesn't feel like sweat and that is nice. But my motivation for running in the rain tonight wasn't because I didn't want to feel the sweat drip down my back. I ran for the pure enjoyment of running in the rain, experiencing God's wonderful grace in one of the puresest forms - nature. There is something so beautiful about the world in the rain. I opted not to take my ipod with me and run to the sound of the rolling thunder. It was definately the best experience of my week. I wish it would rain more...if not for my enjoyment then to give the grass some water. My running continued until I saw a huge flash of lightening streak across the sky a little too close for comfort. At that point I looked to the sky and said outloud, "Alright, God, I'm going in now!" acknowleding the fact that God was about to unleash some glorious rain in heavy amounts...
After my run I finished my book...dang...now I have to wait until the morning to rush to the bookstore and grab the next book. I love to read but I am always a little sad when a good book ends. I want to keep reading it...at least there are two more books in the series which promise to be just as good as the first one.
What a Girl Wants
I know I've already posted something about this book, but I've got one more thing to say. I have been reading What a Girl Wants this morning and found myself actually laughing out loud while I was reading it. I've never laughed out lout from a book...this is great!
Looking Back
I just spent the morning re-reading past posts on here and think it might be time to clue everyone, including myself, in on where I am in life...
To start off, my dog is still the cutest dog ever. My parents are scheming up ways that they can keep him for themselves. They have tried many things. My room mate just got a dog so my parents tried the..."Well, Randy won't like the new dog, so he should probably stay with us" line. Nice try, guys. I would even go so far as to say that my parents talked Shannon into getting a dog to keep Randy for themselves...nice try guys.
About Africa...I haven't been back since May 2004 and have the itch to get back there...or maybe it's just the itch to leave the country...or the itch to do some good? Hmm...Looks like I won't be going back to Africa for the rest of this year...unless I can get a trip in there in December, but I doubt that. Although, I have never been in December and would like to do that for a change. Manna from Heaven (the 501 c 3) is just getting started in the US...a group of women are heading it up...my mom and her three wonderful and goofy friends. They are all great and I love them to death...I should post a picture of them...anyways, they will be doing fundraisers and my dad will donate $10 from every client on safari with Ker and Downey to Manna from Heaven. These women will then take all of the money to Africa to buy food, clothes, soccer balls, etc. for the people with AIDS over there.
On a different note about Africa...previously I had started a "Send Haley to Africa to see the Gorillas" fund or something like that. I didn't get much response to that...actually, none, so I am going to have another go at it but this time it is the "Send Haley Climbing" Fund. I am going to climb Kilimanjaro and have one of my very good friends that is going to go with me. Together, we are going to tackle that mountain...ahh...I can't wait. I should just move to Africa. Then I wouldn't have to pay for all those pesky airline tickets.
Alright...I am having a brain fart and can't remember what else I was going to say...it happens.
To start off, my dog is still the cutest dog ever. My parents are scheming up ways that they can keep him for themselves. They have tried many things. My room mate just got a dog so my parents tried the..."Well, Randy won't like the new dog, so he should probably stay with us" line. Nice try, guys. I would even go so far as to say that my parents talked Shannon into getting a dog to keep Randy for themselves...nice try guys.
About Africa...I haven't been back since May 2004 and have the itch to get back there...or maybe it's just the itch to leave the country...or the itch to do some good? Hmm...Looks like I won't be going back to Africa for the rest of this year...unless I can get a trip in there in December, but I doubt that. Although, I have never been in December and would like to do that for a change. Manna from Heaven (the 501 c 3) is just getting started in the US...a group of women are heading it up...my mom and her three wonderful and goofy friends. They are all great and I love them to death...I should post a picture of them...anyways, they will be doing fundraisers and my dad will donate $10 from every client on safari with Ker and Downey to Manna from Heaven. These women will then take all of the money to Africa to buy food, clothes, soccer balls, etc. for the people with AIDS over there.
On a different note about Africa...previously I had started a "Send Haley to Africa to see the Gorillas" fund or something like that. I didn't get much response to that...actually, none, so I am going to have another go at it but this time it is the "Send Haley Climbing" Fund. I am going to climb Kilimanjaro and have one of my very good friends that is going to go with me. Together, we are going to tackle that mountain...ahh...I can't wait. I should just move to Africa. Then I wouldn't have to pay for all those pesky airline tickets.
Alright...I am having a brain fart and can't remember what else I was going to say...it happens.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Two favorites
I come tonight with two recommendations...a book and a song. I just started reading What a Girl Wants by Kristin Billerbeck and it is quite possibly one of the funniest books I have ever read. "All I want is a cute Christian guy who doesn't live with his mother - and maybe a Prada handbag." It's a Christian novel that I am sure any girl will enjoy about a 31 year old successful girl searching for a guy. "There's single for a season, and single for a reason." Ashley, the character, thought she was single for a season but after looking around her single's group, wondered if she was single for a reason. It's a great, fast, fun read that everyone should pick up...and the best part is that it is part of a series!
As for the song, I have a new favorite from Sarah Harmer from her You Were Here album called Uniform Grey. It's a great song that just puts me in the most wonderful mood everytime I hear it. She incorporates roots, folk, and pop into her music which lends to a great sound. "...You don't do what I want you to/but I haven't been through all you've been through/And we could use that as an excuse/If that's what you choose..." You can check out her website at www.sarahharmer.com and be sure to check out the song!Anyways, those are just my recs for the night. I think I'll go listen the the song once more before winding down to read my book.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Writing again
What's that? Writing again...after half a year, I have decided to bring out the blog again...maybe get a little addicted for the rest of the summer. Speaking of summer, when did summer = stress? If I were taking classes this summer, I might understand, but I am definately not taking classes. I'm working everyday...and not your typical 9-5 job. Oh no, I'm in the office at 8:30 and out no earlier than 6:30, which makes for a very long, most of the time boring, day at the office.
But back to this stress thing...why do I have it? I wouldn't say that I do anything to cause stress at work. I work at Ker & Downey Safaris, my dad's company. I work with my dad every single day...which is enough to stress someone out, but it actually has been very nice working with him, learning a few things about the business. Not that I plan on taking over anytime soon...or ever...but it has been nice. He hasn't been the cause of my stress...
Over the past two days, I have had more questions about my personal life than I choose to tell from people in the office. One happened to be at the copying maching (how typical, right?) and the other in the kitchen. I've never been very vocal about my personal life and I definately don't want people talking about it in the office...but why all of a sudden do people feel the need to ask about my personal life?
For the record, I am NOT dating anyone.
But back to this stress thing...why do I have it? I wouldn't say that I do anything to cause stress at work. I work at Ker & Downey Safaris, my dad's company. I work with my dad every single day...which is enough to stress someone out, but it actually has been very nice working with him, learning a few things about the business. Not that I plan on taking over anytime soon...or ever...but it has been nice. He hasn't been the cause of my stress...
Over the past two days, I have had more questions about my personal life than I choose to tell from people in the office. One happened to be at the copying maching (how typical, right?) and the other in the kitchen. I've never been very vocal about my personal life and I definately don't want people talking about it in the office...but why all of a sudden do people feel the need to ask about my personal life?
For the record, I am NOT dating anyone.
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