I think I am spoiled when it comes to flying. I usually love the airport. How could I not? The Minneapolis airport is like a whole shopping center. Now I sit here in terminal B35 in the Columbus International airport, thankful for free wireless connection. I honestly don't know what I would do with out my Mac. Read? I guess. I only have one book on my carry on. Don't Waste your life by John Piper. I have had it for a while and I kind of wanted to read it before faithwalkers, so I guess this is the perfect time. I just realized that I forgot to tip the guy at curb-side check. Oops. I didn't have any cash anyway. I hope he actually puts my baggage on the flight. Now I'm just being paranoid. I think it's kind of fun to watch people and guess what their lives are like. For example, to my left is a woman in her late 20s/early 30s who just finished her chinese food and is now munching on a bag of Doritos. She is reading USA Today. Is she leaving home, or going home, or merely at a layover? I wish we could know these things. She looks like a business Rep for some small firm. She looks like she's from Ohio (that's not a bad thing, it's just a fact). She lacks a wedding ring. 30 and single. That's got to be rough on a woman when it seems like the rest of her world is married. Maybe her food comforts her. I actually think she's going to Detroit, because that flight leaves about 2 hours before mine. She'll arive to her hotel around 9 tonight, take off her shoes and try to find something worth while on TV. Home Decorating channel, no doubt. Once again her thoughts will return to how she wishes she could just have a family so she could decorate her little house. After 2 and a half hours of a Ty Pennington marathon, she will pull the nasty comforter off the bed and sleep with the blankets still left on the mattress. She'll only be in Detroit for 3 days tops, for business, then come home and go over to her brother and sister in-law's home for Christmas. Maybe I should stop analyzing peoples lives, because I think she's getting a little weirded out that I keep looking over there. Well, now that I have established that the airport is thoroughly boring. I think I'm going to either read or find something to eat. I'll be home for Christmas.



"Then those who feared the Lord spoke with each other, and the Lord listened to what they said. In his presence, a scroll of remembrance was written to record the names of those who feared him and loved to think about him."
~Malachi 3:16

They loved to think about him. I don't know what else there is to say about that.


Gotta have my Pops

I try so hard to eat healthy. I've come to the realization that portions sizes are almost impossible to control when I don't live at home. It doesn't help that there are so many choices. I swear no matter what I eat, I feel like I always have to eat Kellogs Corn Popsat the end of a meal. Even now, I'm sitting at my computer eating Corn Pops out of a baggie that I stole from the Caffeteria. I just can't get enough of them. Here's the catch: everytime I eat them, I need to sneeze. I'm not sure why, and I just can't seem to figure it out. I hate sneezing too, especially when there is food in my mouth like Corn Pops. Hhhmm...I just don't know why I do what I do.


I Heart X-Mas

I love Chistmas. It seriously is the most wonderful time of the year.

My hall of girls has spent the past 2 days turning our hall into the most beautiful gingerbread house in the whole wide world. It was our theme for the annual Christmas Decorating Contest! We had awkward time of open dorms where guys (and gals I guess) could come through and view our mad decorating skills. I honestly am not a fan of having boys in our dorms. All I wanted to do tonight was sit in my bed and watch "I love Lucy" reruns, but instead I had to attempt to entertain a bunch of guys who I've only met once, and act like I was happy to see them. I spent all afternoon baking cookies for this thrilling event. NO: it was not my famous Chocolate Chip Cookies, but just some slice and bake sugar cookies I picked up at Krogers the night before. Never fear...they were frosted with sprinkles. Once people started showing up, I stopped offering the cookies, left my door open (because it's required during open dorm times for certain reasons), turned off all the lights that weren't classified as "twinkle" or "Christmas" lights, popped in the "I love Lucy" reruns and layed in my bed to watch them. It was quite nice. I was able to socialize, yet be in the comfort of my cozy 11x13 dorm room decorated with ripped out pages from the Christmas Cookie edition of Martha Stewart Living. Hmmm. Christmas is good...even in Ohio.



I live in a small town. It hit me today; I feel like it hits me a lot. My roommate (ie Tory) and I walked down the road to the local SuperValue Grocery Store that is connected to the gas station. I picked up some milk that had no price and it was a brand that I never heard of. The word "Sketchy" didn't even go through my head. I got back to my room to put it away. As I put it in the fridge, I looked at the expiration date it read 01 DEC. Quickly take time to look at the date at the beginning of this entry. Hmmm. I have to drink an entire carton of milk tonight. Wish me luck.


Fine Print

The guy at US bank said it would be more convenient for me if the bank sent my statements to my parent's home instead of my address at school. Ok, he must know best. I was just home for thanksgiving and my mom was like, "You need to talk to US bank; you over drafted" Ouch. One thing you must know about me is that I am a religious checkbook balancer. There is no way on this earth that I could have over drafted. Apparently I overdrafted on 2 items. There was a $33 charge on each. So I was $66 in the hole. Yeah that stinks, so I went down there today to work it out. Apparently they charge you $7 for every day you neglect to take care of the issue. Since I don't recieve my statements, I didn't know about this until this weekend and wan't able to take care of it until today. At the end of the conversation with the bank teller I asked how much I owed. Are you sitting down? $150. Unbelievable; I cried. In fact, I'm still crying. I forgot to record one transaction that I still have the reciept for. The first time in the 3 years that I've had a checking account. US bank has no grace.

Don't you hate those days that you just pray and pray for a blessing because you know that's the only way you can make it. It's one of those days, and I haven't seen a blessing yet.


Bucks and Boots

So I recieved my UGG boots in the mail. Yeah the ones I ordered a MONTH ago. It's funny how I can be so in love with a pair of boots that put the UGG in UGGly. Maybe it's the comfort factor. Yeah. That's it.

Big Buckeye v. Michigan game today! I'm not watching it because I am spending my Saturday studying for my Bio test on Monday! Let's see if I can pass this one. Did you know the little Buckeye mascott has a name? He does...it's Bruetus (HM?). People in Ohio are crazy when it comes to Buckeye Football. They seriously idolize it. Heaven forbid that you may step infront of the TV during the game, because there is a very likely chance that you may be hurt by your friends and family. Yesterday I walked into my Biology class late (it's 8 am, give me a break) and everyone was standing up listening to a song. Unsure of the song at first, I put my hand over my heart. Then I realized what we were giving our respects to...OSU. It was definitely the OSU fight song. Professor Jones then explained why he did this, and I quote, "I was walking past one of the nursing classes the other day when they were taking a test, and up on the power point was Michigan State. And I thought to myself 'How can anyone take a test in this sort of learning environment' So now I'm getting my payback!" I am so thankful that I have a Biology professor that cares about my learning environment. He's so thoughtful to get us all smart by soluting the Buckeyes! Oh Boy.


Caribbean Pink

The other day I was reading this book my mom had suggested: The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. It's an amazing novel. A quick read too. I would love to go into the litterary details of the book, but it leave us both better off to just have you go and read it. Here's a short conversation between a girl named Lily, and August, an elderly Beekeeper.

"There is one thing I don't get," I said.
"What's that?"
"How come if your favorite color is blue, you painted your house so pink?"
She laughed. "That was May's doing. She was with me the day I went to the paint store to pick out the color. I had a nice tan color in mind, but May latched on to this sample called Caribbean Pink. She said it make herfeel like dancing a Spanish flamenco. I thought, 'Well, this is the tackiest color I've ever seen, and we'll have half the town talking about us, but if it can lift May's heart like that, I guess she ought to live inside it.'"
"All this time I just figured you liked pink," I said
She laughed again. "You know, some things don't matter that much, Lily. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person's heart -- now, that matters. The whole problem with people is--"
"They don't know what matters and what doesn't," I said, filling in her sentence and feeling proud of myself for doing so.
"I was gonna say, The problem is they know what matters , but they don't choose it. You know how hard that is, Lily? I love May, but it was still so hard to choose Caribbean Pink. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters."


Rainy Days

Hmmm. Who would have thunk that it would take me a year to figure out how to sign in to this thing. I think I'm quitting xanga. I'm sick of it. So from here on in....this is where you'll find out about me.

Last night it rained really hard. It wasn't cold by any means, just wet. I met a friend for coffee around 10 last night then had to come back in the rain. I love the moments when you realize that no matter how fast you go, you're still going to get wet. My sprint home from Viccinos turned into a walk that had a little bounce to it. There is a type of joy that can be taken from those moments, or you can complain and ruin the moment. Life is wet, and there's nothing we can do but enjoy what comes our way.