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.