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  • so responsible

    My youngest brother Barry is graduating from Texas Tech in December. He was at the game on Saturday when Tech beat Oklahoma. Afterwards he called my dad and said (roughly):

    “Dad, you’ll be so proud of me. I didn’t rush the field right at first because the cops were arresting people and I didn’t want to get arrested right before I graduate. So I waited for the second wave of people to rush the field once the cops had been overwhelmed and were just letting everyone go!”

    My roommate’s younger brother is Barry’s roommate, and when she asked him about rushing the field he said, “Nah, if I’m going to get arrested in Lubbock it’s going to be for something good.”

    Our little brothers are so wise.

  • VIP Baby and Money Woes

    Something kind of cool happened today. I was working in the newborn nursery, and there were a whole lot of babies in there. I didn’t have much to do right away, so I chose a baby that wasn’t getting any direct attention at the moment and I picked her up to calm her down because she was crying a little bit. Eventually the nurse and I began to assess her, and that’s when we realized that she was a VIP baby. She was adorable, and I took care of her all morning.

    (If you haven’t figured it out yet, you need to click the link to see whose baby it was I took care of. I just feel weird about writing the name here. Apparently there was a guy hanging around outside the nursery last night, and when a nurse finally asked him what he was doing there he replied, “I hear you have a VIP here.” She replied, “All of my patients are VIPs.” Some people are creepy.)

    In other news, I am really stressed about money right now, and I don’t like it one bit. Remember how I mentioned that I was trying to make extra money by filling out internet surveys? Well, it doesn’t work. I have tried, and it’s not worth it. This article explains why not. So I’m looking for other ways to earn money, but right now the only solution I can find is to work as much as possible and then just borrow money if I have to.

    My situation is actually to the point where I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to pay my bills next month. Just one month more is all I need to make it, and then I’ll get another loan installment. I’d really like to make it without borrowing money, but things just aren’t lining up right now. I paid the hefty registration fee for our Texas Independence Relay team out of my own money, and I still haven’t been reimbursed from four people for that. I went way over on my cell phone minutes last month (aka the most stressful month of my life) and my bill is three times its normal amount. I checked the mail today to find a notice from a collection agency regarding a movie I rented and never returned, then spent the afternoon on the phone trying to figure that out, and then just kind of broke down. My wonderful boyfriend tells me that I have nothing to worry about as long as he’s working, but I just can’t help but get emotional and stress about it. I don’t mean to whine. It’s just constantly on my mind and I had to get it out.

    Luke 6:20 – “Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God.” Right now I’m hoping Jesus meant this literally.

  • The Art of Journaling

    I know I haven’t been updating as regularly lately, and I do regret that. Because other than using this website to stay connected to friends and family, make new friends, hopefully entertain someone who reads it, and have a place to express myself, I also want this website to contain a record of these years of my life. I want to be able to go back later, read it, and remember what was going on in my life at that time. So at least for that reason, I wish I had written more lately even if it’s just to report on what my day was like.

    That is exactly the kind of writing I used to do. I kept a journal for a lot of my life. Not always consistently, but I have a whole box full of them. I thought it would be fun to pull them out and share with you. So today we go back in time to 1990, when I was 8 years old. This is from the first journal that I ever received. I didn’t write in it all that often, but it is still so nostalgic to remember how simple my life was then. I’ll try to type it exactly as I wrote it:

    March 3, 1990
    I was given this book

    March 15, 1990
    My Brother and I PLAYED TOGETHER ALL DAY!

    March 16, 1990
    I went to ADVENT SCHOOL.

    March 24, 1990
    Barry Buged us.
    Barry and I played.

    April 29, 1990
    Today I played Don’t let the Grown-ups see you with my brothers.

    Ah, life as an 8-year-old. I can’t wait till we get to my junior high years. That’s where the real entertainment is!

  • Friends In High Places

    The other day I showed up to my indoor soccer game and was waiting for the previous game to end. A few minutes before the game my dad showed up, gave me a hug, and sat down by me. He had a sneaky little smile on his face, and the first thing he said was, “Did you get my e-mail?” I hadn’t. What was it about? I wanted to know. “I need Courtney to hook me up,” he said, smile widening. He proceeded to tell me the details of his proposition.

    Courtney is my roommate and one of my best friends in Houston. What is it that my dad so desperately wanted from her? A book. Courtney works for the Harris County Public Library. My dad’s e-mail went like this:

    I just reserved the new James Lee Burke novel Tin Roof Blowdown, but I’m 69th in line. :( Can Courtney hook me up in a better position? It’s nice to have friends in high places.

    The funny thing is that I have totally used Courtney for this purpose before, and my dad was so excited when he found out about it. This is the kind of thing my family gets excited about being “hooked up” with. But seriously, the library is awesome. Since living with Courtney my world has been broadened. I use it for movies, music, audiobooks, and, of course, books. And I’m sure Courtney could tell me a slew of other resources the library offers.

    Gosh, I am such a NERD.

  • Iā€™m Not That Crazy

    So I heard on the radio the other day about this guy who ran 63 marathons in 63 days to raise awareness for a rare childhood disease. My first thought was, “That is insane.” My second thought was, “This makes my training for the Texas Independence Relay look so weak.” But then my next thought was, “That is insane.” And I feel perfectly fine about my running aspirations.