mentally exhausted

it’s like the entire semester decided to hit me, today. and work is chaos, but good [just really tiring at times]. boss man gets back from his vacation, so i’ll be putting in quite a few hours next week [back up on files, currently]. thankful, but tired.

i've got so much on my mind, and almost no way to let it escape. i want to talk but it just doesn't come up in conversation with people. or maybe i just need to write about it here, more. i do better at writing my expressions and how i am feeling, than talking about them. i suppose it's some God-give talent.

childcare at the other church tonight, then i’m coming home, pajamas will be put on, i’m going to crawl into bed and watch Parenthood from last night and fall asleep. it sounds perfect & amazing, right now.

happy wednesday. xo meg

p.s. prayers would be appreciated. i'm doing some challenging and new things at my church with two special education children. i'm starting to love them dearly, and i can see the difficulty they have. it's like they have no control over their actions, but i'm supposed to help them. i'm supposed to help them not hit others, scream at others, to help them just want to do the craft, or eat snack with others. prayers that God grant me grace and strength to deal with this. i just need to love on these little boys.

Pearl Harbor

A day to remember.
The Pearl Harbor Prayer

Lord, we come to You on bended knee,
heads bowed and our hearts filled to overflowing
with so much grief for the many people who have
been injured and killed in our National crisis.

We ask you Lord, to give courage
and strength to those who so bravely
go to their aid. And though their hearts will
be heavy and filled with sorrow we ask Lord
that You give them the endurance needed
to help them through this difficult task.

Please give us the strength Lord,
to get through each difficult and devastating
day that faces each of us and our country.
Protect and guide our Military that
are now being called to duty.

We ask Lord, that You guide the leaders
of our great country in their hour of decision.
The burden that has been placed on their
shoulders during this crisis is overwhelming.
We ask that with Your infinite wisdom You
guide them gently to the right decisions.

And lastly Lord, we ask that You
allow us all to come together as a Nation,
to stand tall and united, so that we might
help each other in our hour of need.

Amen

A Rambling of Such.

I need a change. I'm longing for something that I'm not quite sure that I know what it is. It's a mystery and it's tearing me apart. I can be perfectly content on most days, but then there are these days, days where I realize that this doesn't last forever.

Life is short, and it just seems to be getting shorter as the minutes pass on the clock. I'm a junior in college, and the time has flown by. I have two more years to complete my dream job: to work with children. There have been many ups and downs on this road, and I'm sure there will continue to be. I have been short-changed by my university and I'm counting the days until I can get out of here. I'm tired of working my way to becoming a teacher, and I just want to be there. I want to have my own classroom and to love on the kids I receive as students.

Life's been great, for the most part.
I live with my family (parents, 2 brothers and twin sister) at the home I've lived in since I was 4 or 5 years old. I'm blessed to have a family that I love and get along with (99.9% of the time). But then there are days, weeks, or even months where I long for that independence; that separation from my family. Not that I don't love them or want to be with them, but I need to have my own time. It's a hard feeling to explain. But I want my own place, I want to be able to come and go as I please and not plan it around the entire families schedule. I feel like I am in high school, still -- but I am 20 years old. But if I express my feelings, and that I want this independence, my parents will say, "Fine, but you have to pay for everything, you have to cover your car insurance, your cell phone, your food, your portion on electricity, etc." And you see, I don't have the income to do that. I work at most 18 hours per pay check (for Cardio Kinetics, Inc. I work about 5 more hours a week doing childcare)...not because I don't want the hours, but because I can't manage to work more with classes. I can't just give up on school, when I've come this far.

It's basically win-lose situation. And right now, I'm losing.

And then there comes relationships. My best friend, Matthew, is probably one of the best things that's happened to me in a while. We have our "moments" but he's always there for me. He loves me unconditionally, and he knows everything there is to know about me. Here's the catch, though, he lives 1500 miles away (in Montana). It's hard sometimes, I'm not going to lie. It's excruciating to live day in and day out with the one you love, not there in arms reach. To have to juggle your schedule to try and make time to talk on the phone (which seems to be five minutes or less, nowadays). He's a busy guy, and then I'm busy to some extent, too. I just hope someday we can work it out that we're not this far away from each other...

So, maybe this isn't a need for an adventure. Maybe it's me, just needing to be satisfied with what I have in my life. Maybe I need to start being wiser and saving up to accomplish my goal of leaving the house and getting a place of my own. I don't know. I pray the answers come in time...for now this is a smattering of words strewn across the web.

spreading the word.

“It is written, ‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.’” [NIV]

it is a darn shame that some people just don’t understand, they don’t know, are naive, and just won’t listen anymore. i’ve seen so much controversy as of late, about believing in Him and that people are pushing their religion on others, etc. i understand that some people just aren’t ready to hear about the Truth, but don’t be rude to those who are trying to share the Good News. we [us, christians] are doing what we’ve been told, to spread the Gospel.

Romans 10: 14-17

“How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!” But not all the Israelites accepted the good news. For Isaiah says, “Lord, who has believed our message?” Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word of Christ.”

_______________________________________________________

my friends, we are simply just doing what we’ve been told. my apologies to those who have a skewed version of Christianity, and who view it simply as just a “religion.” it is so much more. it’s a relationship with the only Perfect Being. who doesn’t long for a perfect relationship? my apologies to those who have heard about God, through the Gospel being “shoved down their throat.” that is not how I wish you would’ve heard it. [however, some are taught that way & may not know better.]

it’s a genuine story about love. and my prayer is that one day “every knee will bow and every tongue confess.” until then, i’ll be doing my part in sharing the greatest Story of all. i’m planting the seed and praying God helps make it grow.

here's to sock tans

and so the craziness begins.

for those of you who don't know, i am starting my third year in college. and i am also a member of the UofD marching band, and well, band camp starts today! i'm excited to be reunited with some great friends and i cannot wait to be set in a regular routine.

i don't go into campus until about 4:00pm, today. and i can't wait to see my friends; i have the best group of friends [picture at bottom]. the best group of girls, out of the 300+ members.

and so with band starting that brings our daily practice of 8:00am-11:00pm starting monday-saturday, with a shorter practice next sunday. in this time we get the show on the field, memorize the music, and put the marching and music together. and with all this time outside i'm sure to have a fabulous sock tan. [you can always tell who's in band, walking on campus by looking at their ankles the first week or so of school] it's a whirl-wind experience, but a great one.

for those who don't know, i play the clarinet, and i have since fourth grade. playing an instrument has had its ups/downs, but playing in college has been one of the best experiences. and not to mention you get to go into the football games for free! can't beat that.

so here's to sock tans and another year of fun.




[robin, sarah, me, brianna]

He Did It Just For You

by Max Lucado

When God entered time and became a man, he who was boundless became bound. Imprisoned in flesh. Restricted by weary-prone muscles and eyelids. For more than three decades, his once limitless reach would be limited to the stretch of an arm, his speed checked to the pace of human feet.

I wonder, was he ever tempted to reclaim his boundlessness? In the middle of a long trip, did he ever consider transporting himself to the next city? When the rain chilled his bones, was he tempted to change the weather? When the heat parched his lips, did he give thought to popping over to the Caribbean for some refreshment?

If ever he entertained such thoughts, he never gave in to them. Not once. Stop and think about this. Not once did Christ use his supernatural powers for personal comfort. With one word he could’ve transformed the hard earth into a soft bed, but he didn’t. With a wave of his hand, he could’ve boomeranged the spit of his accusers back into their faces, but he didn’t. With an arch of his brow, he could’ve paralyzed the hand of the soldier as he braided the crown of thorns. But he didn’t.

Want to know the coolest thing about the coming?

Not that he, in an instant, went from needing nothing to needing air, food, a tub of hot water and salts for his tired feet, and, more than anything, needing somebody—anybody—who was more concerned about where he would spend eternity than where he would spend Friday’s paycheck.

Not that he kept his cool while the dozen best friends he ever had felt the heat and got out of the kitchen. Or that he gave no command to the angels who begged, “Just give the nod, Lord. One word and these demons will be deviled eggs.”

Not that he refused to defend himself when blamed for every sin since Adam. Or that he stood silent as a million guilty verdicts echoed in the tribunal of heaven and the giver of light was left in the chill of a sinner’s night.

Not even that after three days in a dark hole he stepped into the Easter sunrise with a smile and a swagger and a question for lowly Lucifer—“Is that your best punch?”

That was cool, incredibly cool.

But want to know the coolest thing about the One who gave up the crown of heaven for a crown of thorns?

He did it for you. Just for you.

From His Name is Jesus

© (Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2009) Max Lucado

spring, is here.
i love the sunshine and the amazing smell of blooming flowers.
thank you, Lord, for this amazing weather.

i like it. a lot.

isn't this the most beautiful engagement ring..ever? i was going through the archive of my photo blog and saw i posted this photo back in september of last year...i love the simplicity, yet the unique style and detail. and it's not too "glitzy" like some rings..it's me.

dear future husband, if you're reading this. take good notes. ;)

watch

take off

i was driving home today, from SC to DE, and along the way there are many airports! and where there are airports, there are [obviously] airplanes. i love watching airplanes…and i was lucky enough to see my favorite part of a flight..the take-off. i love watching and even more experiencing take-off’s. i was so happy!
i can’t wait to experience another one…it’s been a while.

devotions.

The waitress, noticing the sharp-dressed man’s empty mug, gracefully made her way to him through the sea of dining couples. With a smile, she bent slightly and gestured towards his cup.

“More tea, monsieur?” she asked. The gentleman smiled courteously at her. The smooth lines on his face indicated that he was barely more than 30 years old, but the waitress could not help but feel as though he was somehow much older.
“Please,” he nodded. She smiled in return, and, collecting his empty cup, ducked out to fetch the beverage.

She returned quickly, as all good waitresses do, with a large pitcher of water that had just been boiled. He watched the steam rise from the stainless steel carafe as she deftly poured the liquid into his mug. When finished, she glanced past the lit candles and bouquet of flowers at the empty seat across the table.

“Waiting for someone?” she asked, thinking it was unlikely for such a nice gentleman to come to the bistro alone. After all, the bistro was famed for being a lover’s nook.
“Ah, yes. I am expecting someone,” he said warmly. There was a brightness in his eyes, as one gets when he thinks of the one he loves. The waitress took note of this devotion in the gentleman’s eyes and knew that whoever she was, she was blessed.
“You must really love her,” the waitress said.
“More than she’ll ever know,” he replied without missing a heartbeat. Something about the way he said this made the waitress feel a chill down her spine. Catching herself, she suddenly remembered that she was due in the kitchen to pick up orders for another table.
“Well I will be pleased to meet her when she arrives,” she said, indicating her exit. They exchanged smiles once more and the waitress disappeared back into the backdrop of the restaurant.

The man brought the hot tea up to his mouth and drew in a sip. It was a soothing blend of chamomile and mint; refreshing and calming all at once. He set the cup down in its saucer and cleared his throat, scanning the restaurant. The bistro was a quiet and intimate place to meet. The classical music was never too loud or shrill, and the servers were polite and welcoming. The food was simply sumptuous. There were lovers scattered all across the restaurant; some were gazing tenderly into each other’s eyes, and others were merely allowing silence to voice their unspoken longings and sentiments. The gentleman drank in these observations as though they were a good wine. A spectacular thing, he noted, love is.

The man was so absorbed into his thoughts about love that he did not notice the waitress appearing at his table again.
“Monsieur? Have you thought about what you would like to order?” she asked, motioning to the closed menus by his napkin. Stirring from his reverie, the gentleman turned his head at the sound of her voice.
“Oh yes, I have decided on the fish,” he said. The waitress nodded in agreement.
“And for the lady?” she said, looking up at the empty seat across the table. The gentleman wasted no time in responding.
“She usually requests the pork tenderloin but tonight, perhaps she will like the seafood bisque,” he said. There was no hint of doubt in his voice. He must know her so well, the waitress thought to herself.
“I will return with your entrees,” she said, and once again, sweeping away.

After the waitress left, the gentleman glanced at his watch — just about half past seven. She had agreed to meet him exactly at seven o’clock, but he was a patient man. He was willing to wait.

A few moments passed and the waitress returned with a silver tray, on which the two dishes were placed. She set the fish in front of the gentleman and looked uncertain about the bisque, as the expected guest was not yet here. The gentleman caught her confusion.
“Olivia should be here soon; you can leave it here for her,” he said. The waitress complied.
“Olivia,” she repeated, “what a beautiful name.” The gentleman, who had not touched his food, smiled.
“Yes — a beautiful name indeed.” The waitress suddenly felt awkward — a feeling that good waitresses don’t usually experience — as though she had delivered the wrong dish, which she in fact had not done. However, the gentleman did not look in the least bothered by her questions. She quickly walked away from his table. But before she entered the kitchen doors, she turned her head to look at him. He had not touched his food, but rather, he was bowing his head in prayer. An interesting man, she thought to herself, then vanished behind the kitchen doors.

The gentleman lifted his head from his prayer and looked up at the empty seat across the table. Slowly, he began to eat his meal, savoring every bite. He thought about the last time he brought Olivia here to the bistro. She had fallen in love with the romantic atmosphere of the bistro; the pork tenderloin delighted her. They shared a most wonderful conversation that evening — the gentleman remembered every single word. Olivia had revealed to him her dreams and aspirations of becoming an elementary school teacher. She had been scared of disappointing her mother, who expected Olivia to follow in her footsteps and lead a successful career as a medical practitioner. He had encouraged her throughout the process, reminding her along the way that there were just some things that she had been born to do.

He thought about all of this with longing and warmth in his heart. He loved every single one of his conversations with Olivia and wondered whether she felt that way too. It wasn’t before long that he noticed that the fish he had been eating was gone, and that the seafood bisque was no longer steaming but quite cool. The waitress, never missing a detail, walked over to his table. She saw the now-cool bowl of seafood bisque and looked over at the gentleman’s cleanly finished plate. A sinking feeling began to set in her heart.

“Monsieur? Are you finished with your plate?” she said, tentatively, this time. The gentleman set his napkin gently on the table and nodded.
“Could you please take the bisque as well and save it for her later? I am sure she will be hungry when she arrives,” he said politely. He was still hopeful, the waitress thought to herself, trying hard not to give him her opinion. Forcing a smile, she yielded to his request.

Eight o’clock, the gentleman’s watch reported. He asked for more tea and asked the waitress to let him sit for a while longer. Without a word, she nodded and left for the kitchens. By half past eight, it became clear to the waitress and to the rest of the bistro staff — all of whom had heard about this man’s perseverance from the waitress herself — that Olivia was not coming. The kitchen and wait staff collectively agreed to keep their services running for this man for as long as he insisted on sitting there, out of sympathy and respect. Even when other guests at the bistro began to leave around nine o’clock, the staff still held onto hope.

At ten o’clock, the wait staff began to clear the tables and blow out the candles gracing the tabletops. They performed these tasks slowly and meaningfully so that the gentleman, who was still sitting at his table, would not be disturbed. The gentleman took note of the wait staff’s intentions and was inwardly grateful. However, when eleven o’clock came about, the owner of the restaurant became slightly agitated since his workers had already been working overtime. Just as he was about to accost the gentleman and ask him to leave, the gentleman sensed that he had overstayed his welcome and stood up. He collected his jacket and hat and nodded to the owner.

“Thank you for your hospitality. I am leaving now.” The gentleman gestured to the flowers he had brought with him earlier that evening.
“These are for the kind waitress who served me tonight,” he said. And then he was gone.

———-

Olivia opened the car door and with one stiletto heel stepped out onto the pavement, teetering a little and still giggling with her friend, who was with her. One of them almost lost her balance while climbing out of the passenger side of the car.

“That was the best night of my life!” gasped Lilly, Olivia’s friend. The women giggled as they said goodbye to their driver. Olivia and Lilly made it to the front door of their apartment arm in arm.
“I am so beat,” Olivia said, casually tossing her clutch to the floor as she made her way into the apartment. Lilly took off one heel after the other and clambered into her room.
“Meeee toooooo,” she said, collapsing on her bed. “See you in the morning, Liv.”

Olivia walked into the other room — her room — and began to get ready for bed. Her heart was elated after having spent the evening with the new soccer coach at her school. She smiled to herself, remembering the way he had held her when they danced together in the bar and how he had complimented her on her smile. Sighing, she fell onto her bed and decided that she would deliberately stop by his office after school tomorrow before soccer practice began.
Turning, Olivia reached for the lamp on her nightstand. As she began to turn off the light, she noticed a small Post-It tacked to the Bible on the table.

7:00PM, devotions with Jesus.


Olivia furrowed her brow — she couldn’t remember when she wrote that note. Perhaps a twinge of conviction after the pastor’s sermon that past Sunday compelled her to write the note down. Exhausted, Olivia dug herself deep under the covers, turned off her lamp, and drifted off into sleep.

[via http://gracechou.wordpress.com/]

thunderstorms

I awoke to a HUGE thunderstorm this morning. To a huge crash of thunder.

If you know me, then you know that I absolutely hate thunderstorms at night. I am perfectly fine during the daytime, however they scare me at night. I don't know the reasoning behind this, as the rest of my family loves them at night. I can't sleep and I can't remain calm.
I crawl further into my covers, pull them up to cover me just enough to protect my eyes from the flashes of lightening. I hold onto my pillow, as if it will protect me.
I don't think I like the anticipation of the thunder, after the lightning. Maybe that's it!?

I lay in bed anxiously waiting for the end of the earth-shaking thunder, and the pounding rain against my window panes. It finally ended after a long thirty minutes, or so. My heart stops beating faster than normal, and I get back to my calm, sleepy self. I fall back to sleep, and I soak up the warmth of my sheets and blankets, for another hour or so 'til the start of a fresh new day.

fitness

I've been working out more frequently, to better my own health and appearance. Thus being said, my mom told me today that my butt is looking smaller...which is a great compliment.

I told her the trick was the siran wrap I used...of course I was joking. I have that kind of sense of humor.

So, yes. I have lost some weight...and I'm still trying to lose more.

huh

we’ll never know the exact reasons why people choose this path for their lives. death affects everyone, whether you know the person or not.

just got news last night from my friend, Matthew, who's family friend chose to end his life. it's unfortunate. and my heart aches. not only for this person, but for all who have to endure this kind of pain.

if you are having a hard time, you need to talk. you need to include people in your life who can help you. people are there for you! don't give up...don't do it by ending your life.
life is a valuable...valuable gift from God.
if you are thinking of suicide call 1-800-SUICIDE
please.

I am a twin.

I am so blessed to be born with a best friend. [the picture: me, on the left & Lauren on the right]
As our birthday approaches, tomorrow, I wanted to dedicate this post to her. In exactly one day, I will be celebrating twenty years with my twin sister, Lauren. She is my best friend and I couldn't imagine life any other way. She is the person I go to when I have a bad day and need advice, when I have a good day and want to celebrate. We hang out, we laugh, we cry, we shop, we talk, and we really enjoy coffee, together. I don't think anyone can replace the place she has in my heart. She will always be there for me, and I for her.
I want to thank her for everything. For being a "second mom" sometimes...for always knowing what is best. She is someone I look up to, and admire. So, thanks Lauren - you truly are the best and I am so happy to celebrate these twenty years with you.

Set Free [Chris Tomlin/Matt Redman]

" Joy, joy, unspeakable joy
Hope like never before
You came for us
You are our freedom

Love, love, unshakable love
We shall overcome, we will never give up
We lift a shout, we lift a shout
Everyone sing

Come on, come on now, we've got a new song
Come on, come on now, a song of liberty
Let the world hear heaven's melody
This is the shout of the heart's You've set free

True, true, we know it's true
We stand now, risen with You
You lifted us, You are our freedom
Strong, strong, whatever may come
You have already won
We lift a shout, we lift a shout
Everyone singing

And we'll dance, dance
Dance in Your freedom
Oh, Your glorious freedom
Forevermore, forevermore"

rant.

Today started out great! I got to sleep in, go to class, go on a wonderful run, and then go home and shower. The best part was going to hang out with one of my best friends, Jamie. We went to payless, so she could look at some birghtly colored flats, for a banquet she's attending tonight.
Then we headed up into Wilmington to visit LOMA and get some coffee/lunch. It was great, saw a good friend up there and I was able to sit and visit with Jamie.
Everything was going so well....until I came out to the car. I see a parking ticket, because I had thought it was free parking up near the coffee shop. I, the one with absolutely no money at all, have to pay a $40 parking ticket. I think I'll keep this one to myself, and not let my parents know, because that's the last thing I need them to worry about. I'll figure out the money somehow...
It just really sucks because I have my sisters birthday gift to still get, my friend Jamie's birthday gift to still get, a trip next weekend to the outlets with Jamie, and spring break...all coming up within the next three weeks.
I am not getting any hours at the store (will most likely be quitting by summer), and that makes it difficult to pay for the price-raising gas, the insurance, the cell-phone bill. just everything!

Sorry for this rant, but I just am in a very tight-bind right now. I could cry...

the words are just pouring out of me..

[journal entry from January 2011]

"I wrote this over two years ago & I was re-reading through my collection of love letters to my future husband, bible studies, prayers, etc. and I was reminded of the wonderful God we have.
In the book "When God Writes Your Love Story" it says, 'God invented the concept of faithfulness before the beginning of time. He was the ultimate model of pain-filled patience and purposeful waiting. With tears in His tender eyes, even now, He waits for some of us to finally let Him have His way in our life. When you finally arrive at His open palace gate, He will run to you and embrace you and whisper in your ear, "You my child, were worth the pain-filled wait!"'

Dear ____________________,
I hope you read that slowly and were able to process that. I'm not knocking your intelligence, but I am hoping that you know the pain God goes through for each and every one He created. He went through that and said that to me when I had yet to be a child of His.
Think of those words...
now I want to let you know that this is what I am going through. I wait for God's plans to unfold for my love life. And I long for the day when I know for certain whom I am going to marry. That day won't come until the ring is on my finger--because God is amazing and powerful and I do not know His plans for my life.

I want to tell you that I am going to start writing more letters to you [my future husband]--I've been slacking in that area of this journal, recently. I want to explain to you that I think it's because I've met someone. I've mentioned him in here many times, but I still don't know God's plans--I know my plans, which is to marry him, but like I said before, God has the final say. [I keep telling myself to get over him, that he is just a good friend, a best friend...to have God send the person I will love for the rest of my life, into my life. I think He did 2 years ago...] So, from now on I am going to continue to try to write these letters to an anonymous person, as hard as it might be.
I'm going to try, also, to be more mature in my writing. I just feel as though my letters before were, I don't know--don't get me wrong, I meant every word I've said, I just want to go to a deeper level. I am going to fill you in on my journey with singleness, dating, boys, and most importantly God.
This journal is to be given to you, my dear husband,on our honeymoon. So you can be a part of my life journey, at least from the past two years. I want you to know things that I may not have remembered to tell you, or felt that they were too hard to talk about. I love you with ALL of my heart. -Me"

Song that was playing while writing this, that gives hope for the future.
"Plans for us" by Jenny and Tyler

"Tears in eyes because she wonders where her gift has gone|
fear's in sight because it seems that they will not return|
we're far from home and we can't seem to find a decent reason|
why the One we call our Love would put us in this season|

we can make believe like we are satisfied|
we want to taste and see the plans You have for our little lives|

plans for us to prosper, far away from harm|
You will come and answer, when we pray to You our God|
plans to give us hope, a future in Your arms|
You'll be found by us when we seek You with all of our heart|

You gave this song, You give us so much and we do not know why|
trust in You is all we can do, trust that You'll provide direction|
these songs we sing seem vain because the waiting takes more time|
patience give to us, O Lord, to wait until You guide|

we can make believe like we are satisfied|
we want to taste and see the plans You have for our little lives|

plans for us to prosper, far away from harm|
You will come and answer, when we pray to You our God|
plans to give us hope, a future in Your arms|
You'll be found by us when we seek You with all of our heart|

we were angry with You, said You'll pull us through|
and I'm told it's not Your fault; You haven't moved|
but still I can't find even a glimpse of You|

we can make believe like we are satisfied|
we want to taste and see the plans You have for our little lives|

plans for us to prosper, far away from harm|
You will come and answer, when we pray to You our God|
plans to give us hope, a future in Your arms|
You'll be found by us when we seek You with all of our heart|

trust in the Lord our God| "

today is one of those days, that i wish i weren't a lady...

source of your joy...just listen

day one

So, today is day one of Spring Semester at University of Delaware. I always like the beginning of each semester because it gives you a fresh start. I have a pretty light schedule, but will still keep busy, as one of my classes has 3 parts to it - lecture, lab, and discussion.

Not much else going on...

PTL [praise the lord]

So, I just got back from my interview! And guess who has a new job!? moi.
That's right, I just got another job and I am so excited for it!
I work about every week! I cannot wait to start this Monday night!

Anyway, in other news. My running has been going great. I've been at this, strong, for 2 weeks now. almost 3 on Saturday. I've come to enjoy the runs/workouts. My goal is to lose 10+ pounds and I'm doing well so far. I've lost 2 pounds so far since the beginning of this journey, and I cannot wait to see the end result.
I'm working out to please myself, to make me happier, healthier, and more in shape. I was perfectly happy with my previous self, but I am striving to be better. I've noticed with the exercising, that I am able to sleep better at night and thus makes me more awake and energized.
I set a date, April 3, 2011, to run my 5k. My dad is going to do it with me, and I absolutely cannot wait. I cannot wait to be able to accomplish this goal that I will have been working on for 2+ months. I know a 5k doesn't sound "big" to some, but it's a step towards accomplishment for me. I've run a 5k before, but that was when I was "fit" from playing high-school sports. I've since stopped those sports, since I am in college, and time gets away from you...before you know it, you are out of shape.

That's all I have for now..my final is less than an hour away. Wish me luck & hope you all have a lovely day!

update

1). interview tomorrow morning
Yes, I did some "reaching out" to my church and offered a hand in the child care department. I knew they paid their babysitters, so I figured it would be a great way for me to earn some money, on the side. There would be events possibly weekly, at most monthly.

2). I also reached out to my uncle, who is an appraiser. I told him I was available for any random work needed. I'm looking for anything.

3). I have my finals for winter session tomorrow...pray to God that I do well! I really need to get my GPA up

4). What was I thinking of giving up coffee for two months? two. two. TWO. stinkin months! This sure will be a test for me...

that's all for now...i'll update tomorrow, after the interview.

patience is a virtue [that i am lacking, right now]

"Patience is a virtue"-Chinese proverb

Okay, so I am having a tough time with patience right now. I'm struggling.
I work at a bookstore, I have been there about 3 years and some months, and I've found it a real struggle to get any hours recently. I haven't worked in 3 weeks..that's crazy!
I have talked with my manager letting her know that I am available to work, even though I'm taking classes. I told her two nights a week, and weekends, is when I am available. I told her this two weeks ago. I don't know what else to do? I have no idea why I'm not getting the hours?! It could be because the lack of business? I don't know, I am just very frustrated right now.

Due to this lack of hours, I am currently on the hunt for another part-time job. I'm looking for something possibly in an office on campus, or nannying, etc. I'm at a loss.
I just need patience to get through this period, to wait and see if I end up getting more hours and/or another job.

I really should be better at this...

So, I've tried this once. And by "this" I mean blogging. I started back in July, and I also ended back in July. I found another blog that I enjoyed, something that suited me more for that period of time. I've since come to find that I would benefit from writing my thoughts. Whether I write everyday, or just once a week.
I wanted to come back to this style of blogging because I feel as though I need to write out my thoughts, ideas, and random things.
My other blog is more of a "pictures" blog, and while I still frequent that blog, I am going to try my hand at this again.
So, please, wish me luck...