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Thursday, September 25, 2014



SOOO as I may or may not have mentioned I'm working now and I really love it.

I think work is good for us, although we're not meant to be working all the time.

Working in a fast-paced environment (our store just opened yesterday, so things be cray...in a good way) has pointed out to me something my more slow-moving environment lets me forget: I need quiet.

I've been better about not binging on Netflix this week! So proud of myself!

When I get in my car to/from work or even class, I've found myself more apt to turn off the radio.

When I get in the car after a long day, I can feel it in me: I need to pray.

 I also am juggling my work schedule and my school schedule... In a way more intensely than I did in college round 1. (Not mad about the lack of working 3-6a so far this round). It didn't go as well as I would've liked this week (we'll see what my exam scores say next week), but I have a better idea about my life and skedge now.

Working lets me talk to people and give them food and try to make them happy.

That's something I don't get hanging out in my room watching TV or surfing the webby web.

WELLLLL I guess I'll sign off. I get to sleep in until 9a tomorrow (SO THANKFUL-I've been making college round 1 mistakes thinking I'll get up at 6a to study... Lies).

I hope you get some quiet in your life. Or some human contact.

If anyone out there reads this.

That School Grind.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


This weekend my cousin got married.

This week my new jobby job started (Panda Express opened. I work for Panda and this is my own opinion--I love Panda.).

This week I had 2 biggy big exams.

Guess which I neglected...

I keep imagining speeches people give at the Oscars...I'd like to thank so and so for getting me this far...

We'll see how my exam goes tomorrow, but if it goes well, I'd like to dedicate it to my new study station, Pandora's Hip Hop Instrumental.

In other news, I am throwing in the study towel for the night and it's only 12:09a.

My freshman year I would study until 4a (crazy).

Bless my little heart.

What do single people blog about??

Sunday, September 21, 2014



Somehow I got wrapped up in all these blogs over the summer.

I love reading them. I loved reading birth story upon birth story (which helped me make the leap for college round 2: Kate hopefully becomes a nurse). Most of them involve women documenting their lives. Which means documenting their parenting adventures.

But I don't really know what single people blog about.

Life in community college with a part-time job is not the most thrilling subject, and I'm not sure where to look for writing inspo. But for whatever reason, I'm drawn to write and I think of topics everyday that I haven't taken the time to nail down (Slovakia and Slovakia).

I figure writing something is better than writing nothing.

So here was the pathetic adventure of my day.

I just found out I could screenshot on my ghetto phone...

I love love having long hair. I want it to grow and grow and grow until one day I am dramatically overwhelmed as I cannot seem to brush it. This was today. It probably didn't help that I curled and hairsprayed these luscious locks for a wedding yesterday.

I had to make a trip to the walmart for detangler. This is not the first time I've done this (although it is the first time with this long-hair go-round). The most embarrassing part is that, try though I might, I cannot find any adult versions of detangler. I was hopeful to find something by a more elegant name and a bigger price tag (pride goeth before a fall, etc etc). Instead I ended up with strawberry-scented kids' detangler.

And my hair was happy again.

I'm not sure if this means my long hair is on its way out? I hope not...but I'm not sure that I'm responsible enough to handle it. #pathetic.

Daddy's Girl.

Sunday, September 14, 2014


My Dad's birthday was on Thursday (September 11). It's always an interesting balance of "our nation is mourning a tragedy, but I'm still happy it's my dad's birthday."

This summer I saw Ground Zero, or the September 11 Memorial, or whatever it is called. I was brought to tears, especially as I read names of all those first responders and the name of a woman (I don't remember her name) listed with her unborn child.

Nonetheless, I am so happy my dad had his birthday!

Both my parents lost their dads way too soon. My mom's dad passed when she was about 12, and my dad's dad passed before my dad was born (unborn child status). As an extremely sentimental person, I've always been sad I don't know my grandfathers (except through our family), and I have been thankful to have so much time with my parents. Also, I'm thankful for my "step-grandpas" who were the only grandpas I knew growing up, and who didn't treat us any differently because of that.

ANYWAY. Jim's birthday. What a guy! Because of Jim, I am a thinker. Whenever I tell my dad some new exciting information I've learned (aka, everything in the movie documentary Blackfish), he always asks me where the info is from or why it is portrayed it is. Because of Jim, I ask questions. Some of my favorite memories of my dad were our times spent grocery shopping when I was little (even though it took for-ev-er because he knew everyone working). Ask my former roommates, grocery shopping is still one of my love languages. I know how to play basketball because of my dad. When I was 8 years old, I attended Jim's college graduation. How amazing! Now he's back for round 2 and set to graduate in May! It looks like I'm following in his footsteps.

I could go on and on, but I won't.

All I know is that growing up has taught me that parenting must be wayyy harder than it looks.

And I think I turned out okay.

So good job, Mom and Dad!


Happy Birthday, Dad! I love you forever.

The Problem with Sleeping Eleven Hours.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014


Last night I slept for eleven hours.

I've been trying and trying to get myself into more of a routine and to live a more-ordered life. First on that list means getting up early and getting my day started. Also on the list is to avoid bumming around at my parents hours watching tv for hours, napping in between classes, and watching too much tv before bed.

Last night I got to bed later than I wanted.

This morning I made an impulse decision not to get up at 7:30a and slept alllll the way until 11. I lost like 4 hours of my life, and the rest of my day suffered. I wasn't as active as usual. I ate junk food.

Now it's 11p and my poor body is like "We've only been up for 12 hours...what's our next adventure? Feed us more junk food!!!" (I guess I imagine all the cells in my body speaking in unison, hence, plural).

Having night class Wednesdays and 8am on Thursdays was not my best planning move...Wednesday nights I'm wound up from class and Thursday mornings I don't want to wake up.

No rest for the wicked.

And that is the problem with sleeping eleven hours.

College Reunion

Sunday, September 7, 2014


Anticipating that this was going to be my last free weekend in a while, I texted one of my college besties and invited myself over for the weekend. I hadn't see her since Christmas. And I hadn't seen her boyfriend in...a year??  I don't know. I've been out of the loop!

On the way I stopped in Columbia and had lunch with a dear friend and FOCUS Missionary, Levi! It's always a blessing to catch up. I don't think I had seen him in a year since I was sick for Student Leadership Summit this year.

Saturday I had a special surprise. Anna and Jon arranged for our friends Dominic and Alyson to come to town and bring their sweet baby girl I was aching to meet. It was the first time the four of us college friends were together in almost three years.

I think C and I are besties...so great to finally meet this pretty little lady.



Of course, I was also excited to see Katie and hear about her new jobby job and grownup life. I was thankful that all of us were able to talk about our lives now and not revert to talking about memories from college the whole time. I saw that I have grown a lot in the couple years that I have been away, but I really like who I am now.

The band is back together!



I felt like I talked about Georgia the whole time, and as I explained my roommates and my team to Anna, I realized how close I was to them and how much I considered them my family (I know, we're weird). Thinking about the end-of-the-day chats, post-meeting-new-people updates, and family rosaries that I'm no longer a part of made me realize that yes, this is actually a big transition in my life. And it's okay that it is a hard transition. I'm not being ridiculous-things are very different in my life, and it's okay to miss those beautiful things.

I'm thankful for friends, old and new, and to be plugged back in!

My Love-Hate Relationship with Busy.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

I'm trying not to be busy.

In high school if you looked at my planner, you'd see obligation upon obligation. School, yearbook, nannying, community theatre, high school theatre, and whatever else I could squeeze in it. I loved being busy.

College looked mostly the same, but I tried to see what was really important to me and tried to avoid things just because they "looked good on a resume." Realizing I had put my identity in the life of busy, I desired to slow down. Of course, I still liked my schedule more full than empty.

When I became a missionary and went through 5 rigorous weeks of training (imagine class days like high school + fundraising 100% of your salary + adjusting to graduating + getting ready to move across the country...while meeting the most amazing people. ever.), I remember hearing a talk about being busy. The speaker told us that when people ask how she is doing, she tries not to say "busy." Busy, she explained, means that people feel like we don't have time for them. Busy means that if there is something going on in their lives, they're probably not going to say anything.

I don't think I've been nearly successful enough with not being busy.

And as I've found my schedule depressingly clear, I have desired for busy.

But I think I've desired for more than busy. I've wanted meaningful relationships and meaningful work. And those are two good things. I don't think those are what really defines busy (sorry for the metaethics up in here).

I am wanting an ordered life-one that doesn't involve constant Netflix streaming-and I don't think busy is the answer, as good as a packed schedule sometimes makes me feel. I am wanting to be available to those around me, and of course, to God and what He has on my daily agenda.

And I don't think that's what busy will give me.
 
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