bad math

yesterday i heard an advertisement for holiday "gift." it was basically a lame excuse for guys who forgot to buy their "significant other" something for Christmas. you could get 15 holiday tulips (still don't know what holiday tulips are) with a vase for $29.99... and for just $10 more you can get 30% more tulips and a candy cane striped vase! do the math...

i come up with 4.5 more tulips.

still not sure how that works.

CCM

this is what most people think of "Christian" music...




but, for your consideration... i give you, http://www.myspace.com/welcometothewelcomewagon.

listen to their music. enjoy it. jump on the welcome wagon, woah pun! they were featured in this month's Paste magazine. They are a PCA pastor and wife, produced by sufjan stevens. and their music is appealing to both believer and non-believer cause it's actually... shocker... GOOD! unlike what most people think of contemporary christian music.

living the dream

today was the end of a 2.5 year relationship... actually, if you include when things first started, more like 7.5

my working relationship with RUF is done. for those of you who don't know, RUF is the company i've been working for for a while now, and i was involved in RUF while i was in college.

i have been living under the poverty line working for RUF. and RUF is the reason i was transplanted to central PA. lots of things about RUF are NOT glamorous; and, jokingly, my co-workers and i referred to the internship with RUF as "living the dream."

honestly, though, it was a dream. for 2.5 years i have had the priveledge of serving a college campus and involving myself in the lives of women at penn state. i had everything i needed, was pastored and cared for, and grew into being a more Godly woman than i had been.

it's sad to leave, but i know that the relationships are not done... they will just look different than before.

sorry this was so serious... just watch that youtube again for a laugh and pump your hands in the air a little bit

what did i tell you?

i told you last week that i would dissapoint you and myself... and i have already.

it's been about 4 days since i last blogged. forgive me. i have been packing, saying goodbye, crying and driving. and a LOT of all of those things!

this past road trip was quite entertaining. there was an ice storm involved. exciting, you might think, but no. it stopped being exciting when i got stuck in west virginia.

before i offend anyone, love the west virginian hate west virginia... that's my motto.

i sat in a west virginia mcdonalds for about an hour while i waited for the roads to be safe again. john denver didn't know what he was talking about. dont' take me home, country road. get me outta there!

as a friend of mine noted, "when you said, 'i'm in kentucky, thank goodness i'm out of west virginia.' i knew there was something wrong."

it's not even a pretty shape. it's awkward. the roads are bad. gas is more expensive.



now i'm in texas. safe. warm. happy.

how much

is too much?

working out

so, if you don't already know, i'm moving back to baton rouge... woohoo! and i'm already slightly employed (even better)!

i'm going to work for my friend john's personal training business. http://artisanfitness.com/ that's the website. check it out. go to a boot camp. he says he won't make you cry. i don't believe him.

if you want a workout that, in fact, will not make you cry... or work you out, for that matter:

expectations

this evening i was up really late with a student talking about how she should break up with her boyfriend cause he is making her miserable... it's kind of a long story... anyway, all that lead to me thinking about expectations. honsetly, high expectations are why we end up shattered at the end of the day.

ALL THAT TO SAY, i think i have high expectations for this blog. therefore, i will let myself down and try to break up with it. don't let me break up with this blog due to shattered expectations. make me come back to it. make me love it. make me post on it.

and, you, reader... let me dissapoint you. i will dissapoint you. i'm not that funny, and i'm only posting this often because it is new and fun.

let's just pretend like we're months into this relationship... expectations have already been destroyed... that way we're all safe.


this picture is in honor of my old corolla, Carol. she was a good car. i had a long talk about corollas today and i got a little bit sentimental. it has nothing to do with expectations. but i couldn't let a blog go by without a picture of some sort.

driving

so, driving has been on the mind lately... after the long road trip i mentioned earlier and with another long road trip coming up this weekend... i have been thinking of ways to make car rides more exciting.

these are some of the things i look forward to in car rides:

crossing state lines. i used to take pictures of welcome signs, then i realized on the trip from state college to baton rouge i go thru the same states every time. so i stopped after the second round trip.

palindromes. it excites me like NONE OTHER when i reach a palindrome on my odometer. the next one i have to look forward to is 94549. GET EXCITED!

starbucks signs on the "food" exit notices. starbucks is in no way food, but it does get me happy. especially when the starbucks has a city mug for purchase. city mugs are my favorite.



that's what i look like when searching for city mugs. except i have red hair.

keep up

i'm going to use this blog to share funny stuff... try to keep up...

to start things off, i just finished an 8 day, 9 state, 1500+ mile road trip. it was great. i stopped in knoxville, nashville, huntsville, auburn, columbus and atlanta... watch out! count it, 3 SEC towns! all that to say, my iPod kept me company most of the drive, and there is one song i will never skip... i can be running, shuffleing on a road trip or driving thru town. it's a classic. i know every stalkerish creepy word. for your viewing/listening pleasure:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QapwJpAe7w

don't judge me too harshly just cause i'm willing to share one of my guilty pleasures.