There's nothing better than catching up with a good friend over coffee :)
Today has been fantastic for a number of reasons, but the greatest of these, is the little ounce of hope that I've regained.
...and frankly, it's amazing what a little ounce of hope can do!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
everybody's workin for the weekend!
Its Friday, and the weekend is officially here! hooray! Me and Beka were thinking about going to see Eagle Eye at some point this weekend. It looks pretty good! (not to mention me and Beka have a junior high crush on Shia LaBeouf) Other than that, the weekend is free. The possibilities are endless!
I thought I would discuss something of utter importance.
Stank.
Have you ever smelt something absolutely rank? So rank it made you want to slice off your 5 senses so you could, in no way, sense it? Well, I've found the "stank" that birthed the previous stanks. No joke.
The past couple of weeks we've been getting a ton of rain here in Illinois. Most of it being the leftovers from the recent hurricanes. In any case, its been a monsoon. Rain can be good, especially when you live in the midwest, but too much rain can cause strange unnatural things to occur. I myself live in a nice little townhouse complex. Right around the corner and across the street is some farm land. Right next to that, is a little pond. It's not your typical pond... its more natural, if you will. There's really no barriers at all. It's probably 2 feet deep max, sits right next to the crops, and serves as a home for 10-12 ducks. After the mass amount of rain we had, the water levels rised tremendously causing some of the water to spill over into the road. After a couple days, the water level started residing, and the street became clear again. Everyones happy.
A couple days after that, I'm driving in my car. I turn the corner to get onto the main road and notice that the pond looked a little bit different. There was a ton of green stuff on top. It honestly looked like a swamp. And then it hit me. "The Stank" I usually have a high tolerance for bad smells....B.O., rotten eggs, poop, etc. but this was beyond any of those smells. There is no description that would serve this smell justice. I thought I was going to pass out and die. Everything was happening so fast. I rolled up the windows thinking, that it would somehow keep out the smell. What I didn't realize was that I was trapping the 'stank particles' in my car. I then rolled the windows down again, realizing that if I was going to avoid the smell I needed to have my windows shut before even getting near it. I could still smell it, from a block away. That's how potent it was.
I would never wish this stank upon anyone. Not even my worst enemy.
As the days pass, it seems to slowly be losing potentcy. And even after all of that, sometimes me and my sisters will be so wrapped up in a conversation, and forget to roll the windows up. They've learned to deal with it, making comments such as "Seriously Kaleen, keep your mouth closed!" (Kaleen being one of my sisters). They've also started this game in which they try to name the smell. The newest one being.... grandpas breath...but then feeling bad thinking they're referring to our grandpa, they change it to... generic grandpas breath.
and that is my story. the case of the stanky swamp pond.
hope you enjoyed!
:)
I thought I would discuss something of utter importance.
Stank.
Have you ever smelt something absolutely rank? So rank it made you want to slice off your 5 senses so you could, in no way, sense it? Well, I've found the "stank" that birthed the previous stanks. No joke.
The past couple of weeks we've been getting a ton of rain here in Illinois. Most of it being the leftovers from the recent hurricanes. In any case, its been a monsoon. Rain can be good, especially when you live in the midwest, but too much rain can cause strange unnatural things to occur. I myself live in a nice little townhouse complex. Right around the corner and across the street is some farm land. Right next to that, is a little pond. It's not your typical pond... its more natural, if you will. There's really no barriers at all. It's probably 2 feet deep max, sits right next to the crops, and serves as a home for 10-12 ducks. After the mass amount of rain we had, the water levels rised tremendously causing some of the water to spill over into the road. After a couple days, the water level started residing, and the street became clear again. Everyones happy.
A couple days after that, I'm driving in my car. I turn the corner to get onto the main road and notice that the pond looked a little bit different. There was a ton of green stuff on top. It honestly looked like a swamp. And then it hit me. "The Stank" I usually have a high tolerance for bad smells....B.O., rotten eggs, poop, etc. but this was beyond any of those smells. There is no description that would serve this smell justice. I thought I was going to pass out and die. Everything was happening so fast. I rolled up the windows thinking, that it would somehow keep out the smell. What I didn't realize was that I was trapping the 'stank particles' in my car. I then rolled the windows down again, realizing that if I was going to avoid the smell I needed to have my windows shut before even getting near it. I could still smell it, from a block away. That's how potent it was.
I would never wish this stank upon anyone. Not even my worst enemy.
As the days pass, it seems to slowly be losing potentcy. And even after all of that, sometimes me and my sisters will be so wrapped up in a conversation, and forget to roll the windows up. They've learned to deal with it, making comments such as "Seriously Kaleen, keep your mouth closed!" (Kaleen being one of my sisters). They've also started this game in which they try to name the smell. The newest one being.... grandpas breath...but then feeling bad thinking they're referring to our grandpa, they change it to... generic grandpas breath.
and that is my story. the case of the stanky swamp pond.
hope you enjoyed!
:)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Don't Forget
I picked up Demi Lovato's new CD "Don't Forget" today. I highly reccomend you go out and get yourself a copy! It's phenominal.
Here's one of the songs off the album. It's called Don't Forget. I absolutely love it, and coincidently can't get it out of my head so I thought I would share it with you!
Here's one of the songs off the album. It's called Don't Forget. I absolutely love it, and coincidently can't get it out of my head so I thought I would share it with you!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica
My thoughts are so jumbled and messy right now. I can't tell where one begins and the other ends. And as I sit here thinking a million different things, I can't seem to figure out where to start. So I'm jumping right into the middle of it all. This will be random at best.
Transition. The only word to describe my life at the moment. Moving from one point to the next. And although forward-motion is the goal with transition, I find myself stuck. trapped. stalled. Like one of those dreams where you're trying to run away and you can't seem to move. And yet, the world around me seems to be moving 100 mph. Dizziness and confusion are inevitable.
I miss the summer. I miss the relationships that were formed. I miss riding around on 4-wheelers, attempting to build camp fires, staring up at the stars across a seemingly endless sky, laughing in the break room until 2 AM, the lake, hearing the music radiate from chapel no matter where I was around camp, daily debrief sessions with Jillian, writing up our schedule for the day, free smoothies from the coffee bar, yelling 'go back to your cabins', hanging out in the office, the trips into town, swinging on the bunk house porch, herding 50 horses back to the barn at 3 in the morning, hayrides, waking up to JB every morning, returning familiar faces, staff lunches, theme nights, that ridiculous rules video, rain boots, personalized walkie talkies, 4th of July weekend, glow sticks, and the importance of having a Full Throttle shirt in every color... used to evangelize of course :)
Those were the days...
Change is good. And as each day passes, I'm slowly learning to embrace it. One of my teachers a couple years back always made it a point to end each class by saying "There's nothing worse than being the same person you were last week." Basically trying to make us realize that if we're not growing, there's something wrong. Growth can only occur through change.
The process of letting go is slow, but steady. Letting go of the things I thought I knew. Letting go of expectations, broken friendships, and ultimately my stubbornness. I look forward to the days when the dust finally settles and things become more clear again. But until then, I can do nothing but trust. Trust that the plans He has for me, are better than the ones I have for myself.
Transition. The only word to describe my life at the moment. Moving from one point to the next. And although forward-motion is the goal with transition, I find myself stuck. trapped. stalled. Like one of those dreams where you're trying to run away and you can't seem to move. And yet, the world around me seems to be moving 100 mph. Dizziness and confusion are inevitable.
I miss the summer. I miss the relationships that were formed. I miss riding around on 4-wheelers, attempting to build camp fires, staring up at the stars across a seemingly endless sky, laughing in the break room until 2 AM, the lake, hearing the music radiate from chapel no matter where I was around camp, daily debrief sessions with Jillian, writing up our schedule for the day, free smoothies from the coffee bar, yelling 'go back to your cabins', hanging out in the office, the trips into town, swinging on the bunk house porch, herding 50 horses back to the barn at 3 in the morning, hayrides, waking up to JB every morning, returning familiar faces, staff lunches, theme nights, that ridiculous rules video, rain boots, personalized walkie talkies, 4th of July weekend, glow sticks, and the importance of having a Full Throttle shirt in every color... used to evangelize of course :)
Those were the days...
Change is good. And as each day passes, I'm slowly learning to embrace it. One of my teachers a couple years back always made it a point to end each class by saying "There's nothing worse than being the same person you were last week." Basically trying to make us realize that if we're not growing, there's something wrong. Growth can only occur through change.
The process of letting go is slow, but steady. Letting go of the things I thought I knew. Letting go of expectations, broken friendships, and ultimately my stubbornness. I look forward to the days when the dust finally settles and things become more clear again. But until then, I can do nothing but trust. Trust that the plans He has for me, are better than the ones I have for myself.
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