You may not have noticed, but I changed the name of my blog. I have a few reasons for it and I promise they were all very well-thought out.
1. It's not summer anymore. Therefore, the name 'Summer Snapshots' no longer applies at all.
2. The new name, Spare Change can symbolize many things if I really put my mind to it and think about it.
thinking thinking thinking
S.C. are the initials of Spare Change and South Carolina (the state I'm residing in!).
I'm an accounting major, so I deal with money all the time. Spare change is money. haha.
Okay, here's the real reason...
I have a container in my room where I put all my spare, loose change at the end of the day. It's all the leftover money from what I spent that day. It never seems like much, maybe only a few cents, but after a while it adds up to a nice chunk of change. My blog is like that jar. At the end of the day or an activity, I can just throw in my leftover thoughts and ideas. They may not seem like much, but someday I'll be able to look back at all the posts and it will be a nice chunk of a reminder about my past. So, here it is. My spare change.
Laundry Days to Remember
I arose this morning with a sense of purpose and passion. Today, I would clean my room so that my new freshman roommate would not think me a horrible slob when she finally came. Passion and purpose for a task are very necessary -- especially on Saturday mornings. First task of the day was to do my laundry because a lot of my clothes have been in storage this summer and storage just smells funky.
First off, I put my clothes in the washing machine, changed my dollar bills into quarters, came back in and started the machine. Then I looked over at the machine beside me. Why was my laundry detergent sitting on top of that washer? Weird. OH MY GRACIOUS!! I had started the wrong machine! So I ripped the door open, dodged the water spilling out of it (because it had already started its cycle) and hurried to put my clothes in the right washing machine.
Whew. Close call there. But wait, there's more! Who knew laundry days could be so exciting?
I went down to take my clothes out of the dryer after they had been drying for 30 min. I open the door, pull out some clothes, and then . . . THE VILEST OF ALL CREATURES EMERGED FROM THE DRYER TO ATTACK ME!!!!
It was a COCKROACH. A cockroach that was either living in the dryer, or had been living in my barrel with my clothes. I don't know where its most recent dwelling place had been, but I swear it had been formed in the very fires of Mordor because nothing, I repeat, NOTHING was going to kill that thing. I tried. But flip-flops are no weapon against something that nasty, that disgusting, that EVIL. I was no match for its powers of revulsion. The thoughts of such a creature existing in the same building as me still send shudders down my spine. The laundry rooms of Gaston will never be the same for me again.
And thus ends my tale of woe. Beware the day of the laundry.
First off, I put my clothes in the washing machine, changed my dollar bills into quarters, came back in and started the machine. Then I looked over at the machine beside me. Why was my laundry detergent sitting on top of that washer? Weird. OH MY GRACIOUS!! I had started the wrong machine! So I ripped the door open, dodged the water spilling out of it (because it had already started its cycle) and hurried to put my clothes in the right washing machine.
Whew. Close call there. But wait, there's more! Who knew laundry days could be so exciting?
I went down to take my clothes out of the dryer after they had been drying for 30 min. I open the door, pull out some clothes, and then . . . THE VILEST OF ALL CREATURES EMERGED FROM THE DRYER TO ATTACK ME!!!!
It was a COCKROACH. A cockroach that was either living in the dryer, or had been living in my barrel with my clothes. I don't know where its most recent dwelling place had been, but I swear it had been formed in the very fires of Mordor because nothing, I repeat, NOTHING was going to kill that thing. I tried. But flip-flops are no weapon against something that nasty, that disgusting, that EVIL. I was no match for its powers of revulsion. The thoughts of such a creature existing in the same building as me still send shudders down my spine. The laundry rooms of Gaston will never be the same for me again.
And thus ends my tale of woe. Beware the day of the laundry.
In the Good Ol' Summertime
Friday, August 27, 2010
The school year is getting ready to start and everyone is coming back. My summer is over now, but I just want to take a retrospective glimpse at it.
How have I been blessed this summer? let me count the ways . . .
1. New Friends
The Hartzlers: Oh. My. Gracious. Who would've thought that helping me move from Gaston to Creel could turn into a summer full of swim times, sleepovers, being the adult, fireworks, movies, sardines (which are super gross), Backyardigans, Get Smart, Speed Racer, family walks, funny stories, starting a band, tickle fights, lots of hamburgers, and a brand-new adopted family to love? Would you believe it? All that in just one summer?
Of course, now that I think about it, these are mostly all inside jokes that only the Hartzler family would get. But just believe that I had an amazing summer with Sherri, Chris, Caroline, Erica, Julia, and Adam. I LOVE THEM!
Dani Carter: One summer job of sitting at the counter + hardly any customers = lots and LOTS of emails being sent to the back office to one very amazing, sweet, and funny GA. I must say, Danielle Carter, I have had a blast with you this summer. Honestly, I thought you were a boj, but then I realized that you're hysterical and wonderful and that's when everything changed! Seriously everyone, that girl kept my summer going. Shopping trips, Starbucks (heavens, why did I never like that place before??), North & South (oooooh yeessss), pedicures, and Grab 'N Go lunches were all a part of our friendship this summer. Thank you, Lord!
Jenn Austin: I had no idea who I would be working with this summer, but not only did I get Dani, I also got Jenn! She worked at the counter with me and I would just like to say that she is the funniest, straight-shootin, coffee-drinkin', classes takin', flip-flop wearin' preacher's daughter I have ever met. I hope I get to see more of you this semester, Jenn. Good luck on student teaching! I know you'll whip those kids into shape with your superior math and power-point skills.
Patti and Julie Knakal: my breakfast buddies! The twins of custodial. They worked super hard ALL summer long, but we get up a little early to have breakfast, because as you may well know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. except for lunch. I think that meal is pretty important too. And afternoon snack. And dinner. I like that too. Back to breakfast! I've really enjoyed having random conversations over breakfast. Little Caesar's pizza runs have also been necessary a few times this summer ;) And late night sessions with chips, queso, and facebook. They've been great and I'm hoping we'll find time to do breakfast a couple of times this next semester. And maybe they'll finish explaining the storyline of Les Miserables to me...
2. Old Friends
Emily: When she said she wanted to come visit me this summer, I was excited, but not very hopeful. The chances that someone would pay for the plane ticket to come down and stay on campus with me was a little too much to hope for. Or maybe it wasn't, because she actually came!! One amazing weekend of laughter, LOTS of walking, not 1 but 3 taxi rides, movie watching, picture taking, and good ol' catching up was just what I think we both needed. Thanks for having the guts to fly all by yourself to come visit me, Emily. I will never forget it. Because we have pictures AALLL over facebook. And I have to keep poking you or you will win the war.
Best friends, church family, and real family scattered around the country: It's hard keeping up with everyone, but overall, I just want to say, I MISSED YOU ALL!! Thank you for all your prayers and cards/gifts and facebook messages. And thank you for liking my facebook posts. You helped me beat a friend's record for the most likes on a status. Scooore.
3. New Experiences
A Blog: I had to have several people remind me to keep posting faithfully at the beginning of the summer, but I have to say that now I'm hooked. I LOVE blogging and I really enjoy reading other blogs too. So seriously, you might not think you have a lot to say (I barely have anything of worth to say), but someone will read it (even if it is only your mom and dad. Thanks Mom and Dad for reading my blog! Dad, you were my first 'follower'. I thank you). And you'll enjoy it too.
Starbucks: I hate coffee. I really do. But Starbucks, you have opened so many doors for me, even when I won't order coffee. Chai tea lattes, double chocolatey chip frappuccinos with peppermint, and iced passion tea lemonade are just of few of the delicacies you offer me. Would you consider lowering your prices though? Even a small student discount would be much appreciated.
Taxis: To me, taxis always meant death. Not only do you have to talk to strangers, you also ride in their cars and pay them money!! That just does not equal up to what my parents warned me of as a child. But seeing as how it was my dad who suggested (and paid for) Emily and I to ride in a taxi, I figured I was safe. And I was. Adventure is a wonderful thing, and taxis are pretty nifty. But super expensive.
Just the fact that I stayed on Bob Jones campus was quite new enough, but you would be here for hours if I tried to tell you all of the new things that happened to me this summer. So I will spare you. If you must know, I'm sure I can tell you in person, because I will be forever telling stories until the day I die. Or until the day that you get too bored hearing from me and walk off.
4. New Challenges
Children's Choir: This would technically fall under new challenges/privileges/opportunities/what-did-I-get-myself-into category. Subbing one time for the director actually turned into a chance to try my hand at directing a children's choir under the supervision (and oh so needed instruction) of Jenni Soehn. I adore the kids I work with, and I'm always astonished by how fast they learn. They're great and I'm so happy that I got to work with them this summer. I'm excited about doing during the school year too. Thanks guys! And thank you, Jenni, for such an opportunity.
Children's Church: Yes. My church here is wonderful, and they let me get involved in all sorts of things that include children, who are some of my favorite people! 4 and 5 year olds are the BOMB. And though the Quiet Seat is the most coveted award around here (it means candy), it's still quite a feat to get 9 youngsters seated long enough to sing songs and hear a Bible story. But they're great. And I love singing The Wiggle Worm Song, The Love of Jesus Is So Wonderful, and Only a Boy Named David, because they are soo stinkin' adorable when they sing and do hand motions. And the other teachers have helped me get more involved and learn more about teaching little ones. I actually learn from their teaching of the Bible stories too.
Spiritual Check-Up: It's hard to be here for the summer and stay in the Bible. I thought I would have a nice schedule and always be willing to sit down and get some time with my God. But it wasn't that easy. Towards the end of the summer, the Lord just brought me back to Himself and reminded me that He is always there and He has something to teach me. And sometimes I just need to sit down and be quiet because I don't know all the answers. So Lord, I'm ready. Please teach me.
What an amazing God I serve and what an interestingly wonder-FULL summer He has given me! Some may call it crazy, but a summer at college can sometimes be full of surprises.
How have I been blessed this summer? let me count the ways . . .
1. New Friends
The Hartzlers: Oh. My. Gracious. Who would've thought that helping me move from Gaston to Creel could turn into a summer full of swim times, sleepovers, being the adult, fireworks, movies, sardines (which are super gross), Backyardigans, Get Smart, Speed Racer, family walks, funny stories, starting a band, tickle fights, lots of hamburgers, and a brand-new adopted family to love? Would you believe it? All that in just one summer?
Of course, now that I think about it, these are mostly all inside jokes that only the Hartzler family would get. But just believe that I had an amazing summer with Sherri, Chris, Caroline, Erica, Julia, and Adam. I LOVE THEM!
Dani Carter: One summer job of sitting at the counter + hardly any customers = lots and LOTS of emails being sent to the back office to one very amazing, sweet, and funny GA. I must say, Danielle Carter, I have had a blast with you this summer. Honestly, I thought you were a boj, but then I realized that you're hysterical and wonderful and that's when everything changed! Seriously everyone, that girl kept my summer going. Shopping trips, Starbucks (heavens, why did I never like that place before??), North & South (oooooh yeessss), pedicures, and Grab 'N Go lunches were all a part of our friendship this summer. Thank you, Lord!
Jenn Austin: I had no idea who I would be working with this summer, but not only did I get Dani, I also got Jenn! She worked at the counter with me and I would just like to say that she is the funniest, straight-shootin, coffee-drinkin', classes takin', flip-flop wearin' preacher's daughter I have ever met. I hope I get to see more of you this semester, Jenn. Good luck on student teaching! I know you'll whip those kids into shape with your superior math and power-point skills.
Patti and Julie Knakal: my breakfast buddies! The twins of custodial. They worked super hard ALL summer long, but we get up a little early to have breakfast, because as you may well know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. except for lunch. I think that meal is pretty important too. And afternoon snack. And dinner. I like that too. Back to breakfast! I've really enjoyed having random conversations over breakfast. Little Caesar's pizza runs have also been necessary a few times this summer ;) And late night sessions with chips, queso, and facebook. They've been great and I'm hoping we'll find time to do breakfast a couple of times this next semester. And maybe they'll finish explaining the storyline of Les Miserables to me...
2. Old Friends
Emily: When she said she wanted to come visit me this summer, I was excited, but not very hopeful. The chances that someone would pay for the plane ticket to come down and stay on campus with me was a little too much to hope for. Or maybe it wasn't, because she actually came!! One amazing weekend of laughter, LOTS of walking, not 1 but 3 taxi rides, movie watching, picture taking, and good ol' catching up was just what I think we both needed. Thanks for having the guts to fly all by yourself to come visit me, Emily. I will never forget it. Because we have pictures AALLL over facebook. And I have to keep poking you or you will win the war.
Best friends, church family, and real family scattered around the country: It's hard keeping up with everyone, but overall, I just want to say, I MISSED YOU ALL!! Thank you for all your prayers and cards/gifts and facebook messages. And thank you for liking my facebook posts. You helped me beat a friend's record for the most likes on a status. Scooore.
3. New Experiences
A Blog: I had to have several people remind me to keep posting faithfully at the beginning of the summer, but I have to say that now I'm hooked. I LOVE blogging and I really enjoy reading other blogs too. So seriously, you might not think you have a lot to say (I barely have anything of worth to say), but someone will read it (even if it is only your mom and dad. Thanks Mom and Dad for reading my blog! Dad, you were my first 'follower'. I thank you). And you'll enjoy it too.
Starbucks: I hate coffee. I really do. But Starbucks, you have opened so many doors for me, even when I won't order coffee. Chai tea lattes, double chocolatey chip frappuccinos with peppermint, and iced passion tea lemonade are just of few of the delicacies you offer me. Would you consider lowering your prices though? Even a small student discount would be much appreciated.
Taxis: To me, taxis always meant death. Not only do you have to talk to strangers, you also ride in their cars and pay them money!! That just does not equal up to what my parents warned me of as a child. But seeing as how it was my dad who suggested (and paid for) Emily and I to ride in a taxi, I figured I was safe. And I was. Adventure is a wonderful thing, and taxis are pretty nifty. But super expensive.
Just the fact that I stayed on Bob Jones campus was quite new enough, but you would be here for hours if I tried to tell you all of the new things that happened to me this summer. So I will spare you. If you must know, I'm sure I can tell you in person, because I will be forever telling stories until the day I die. Or until the day that you get too bored hearing from me and walk off.
4. New Challenges
Children's Choir: This would technically fall under new challenges/privileges/opportunities/what-did-I-get-myself-into category. Subbing one time for the director actually turned into a chance to try my hand at directing a children's choir under the supervision (and oh so needed instruction) of Jenni Soehn. I adore the kids I work with, and I'm always astonished by how fast they learn. They're great and I'm so happy that I got to work with them this summer. I'm excited about doing during the school year too. Thanks guys! And thank you, Jenni, for such an opportunity.
Children's Church: Yes. My church here is wonderful, and they let me get involved in all sorts of things that include children, who are some of my favorite people! 4 and 5 year olds are the BOMB. And though the Quiet Seat is the most coveted award around here (it means candy), it's still quite a feat to get 9 youngsters seated long enough to sing songs and hear a Bible story. But they're great. And I love singing The Wiggle Worm Song, The Love of Jesus Is So Wonderful, and Only a Boy Named David, because they are soo stinkin' adorable when they sing and do hand motions. And the other teachers have helped me get more involved and learn more about teaching little ones. I actually learn from their teaching of the Bible stories too.
Spiritual Check-Up: It's hard to be here for the summer and stay in the Bible. I thought I would have a nice schedule and always be willing to sit down and get some time with my God. But it wasn't that easy. Towards the end of the summer, the Lord just brought me back to Himself and reminded me that He is always there and He has something to teach me. And sometimes I just need to sit down and be quiet because I don't know all the answers. So Lord, I'm ready. Please teach me.
What an amazing God I serve and what an interestingly wonder-FULL summer He has given me! Some may call it crazy, but a summer at college can sometimes be full of surprises.
Pennsylvania Vacation
Monday, August 23, 2010
The joy of family is . . .
a hug from Dad (there's nothing like it)
pillow talk with Mom (pretty sure we had a lot to catch up on after 8 months)
a walk with my brothers (well, I was basically running because their legs are so stinkin' long now)
catching up with the cousins (I have a really cool 11-year-old cousin. I like her)
shopping with sisters (can anyone say silly bands?)
playing cards with my grandpa (very and meeting his 'lady friend' (she was very sweet)
a hug from Dad (hey, I have to stock up when I get the opportunity)
watching my brothers spend enormous amounts of money on chocolate (ok. I spent some money too. But the whole place smelled like chocolate! I swear, it is impossible to resist)
listening to my siblings scream . . . as they ride rollercoasters (haha. scared you, didn't I?)
sleeping on a couch (okay, that wasn't really a joy, but I went willingly)
laughing at stories of the antics my dad and his brother pulled off as kids (I wish I could record some of those tales)
laughing because my dad is laughing so hard at said stories of days past (my uncle and my dad have the same laugh too...it's hysterical)
knowing that they love you (and I love them back)
Can't wait till Christmas, so I can see them all again :)
a hug from Dad (there's nothing like it)
pillow talk with Mom (pretty sure we had a lot to catch up on after 8 months)
a walk with my brothers (well, I was basically running because their legs are so stinkin' long now)
catching up with the cousins (I have a really cool 11-year-old cousin. I like her)
shopping with sisters (can anyone say silly bands?)
playing cards with my grandpa (very and meeting his 'lady friend' (she was very sweet)
a hug from Dad (hey, I have to stock up when I get the opportunity)
watching my brothers spend enormous amounts of money on chocolate (ok. I spent some money too. But the whole place smelled like chocolate! I swear, it is impossible to resist)
listening to my siblings scream . . . as they ride rollercoasters (haha. scared you, didn't I?)
sleeping on a couch (okay, that wasn't really a joy, but I went willingly)
laughing at stories of the antics my dad and his brother pulled off as kids (I wish I could record some of those tales)
laughing because my dad is laughing so hard at said stories of days past (my uncle and my dad have the same laugh too...it's hysterical)
knowing that they love you (and I love them back)
Can't wait till Christmas, so I can see them all again :)
Planes, Cameras, and the Wonder of It
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The flight from Harrisburg to Dulles airport takes approximately 34 min. To get on the flight, I had to throw away my body wash, face wash, lotion, and shampoo because it wasn’t allowed on the plane. Good thing I don’t need to worry about hygiene…kidding. Really, I’m all for airport security because for some reason worst case scenarios have been running through my head this morning. I’m afraid I would make a good terrorist because my mind was finding all the loopholes in security systems at the airport. I think there are several.
I boarded my plane after walking past the security guards who were checking all water bottles for lethal chemicals or drugs. The woman in front of me had a face mask on. It’s a good thing I’m not afraid of germs. After finding my seat on the small charter plane and realizing I have to go to the bathroom rather badly, I noticed a rather frustrated woman on the other side of the aisle from me. She had to check her baggage after assuming she could carry it on to the plane. Bummer. It appeared that she had shoved all the essentials into her purse from her suitcase. Her essentials being her iPod and . . . a pair of socks. Those are COMPLETELY necessary. What if we crashed into the Appalachians Mountains and had to hike for miles? Then she could just slide those socks on and it would make walking in her Mickey Mouse flip-flops that much more comfortable and the iPod would provide hours of entertainment.
Oh great. She really is thinking that we’re going to crash into the mountains. She informed the man beside her that “we’re all going to die.” And I want to reply, “Now that the whole plane has heard you, (it is a very small plane) we all thank you for prophesying our deaths. At least now I can properly prepare by locking myself in the lavatory to cry.” But I refrain; because I’m afraid she will get mad and then take a picture of me with her camera to display online as a grumpy teenager. Oh. Did I forget to mention that she had a camera and was busily snapping pictures of everything? If we do in fact die, at least we will have a well-chronicled plummet to the earth. Imagine what a news story that would make! “REAL PHOTOS CAPTURE THE RAW EMOTION OF THE DISASTER.” If you see such a story, the girl that got stuck in the lavatory at the time of the disaster would be me. But don’t mourn for me. I died prepared.
But you know, as soon as that plane took off and we reached the clouds, I looked around. And it was all worth it. The mental anguish, the hunger pains, the inability to understand the Latino stewardess, the crazy woman on the other side, and the fact that I really had to use the restroom were eclipsed by the sight of God’s creation and the wonder that comes over me as I see the landscape of the sky and realize that I am flying. How cool is that?
I boarded my plane after walking past the security guards who were checking all water bottles for lethal chemicals or drugs. The woman in front of me had a face mask on. It’s a good thing I’m not afraid of germs. After finding my seat on the small charter plane and realizing I have to go to the bathroom rather badly, I noticed a rather frustrated woman on the other side of the aisle from me. She had to check her baggage after assuming she could carry it on to the plane. Bummer. It appeared that she had shoved all the essentials into her purse from her suitcase. Her essentials being her iPod and . . . a pair of socks. Those are COMPLETELY necessary. What if we crashed into the Appalachians Mountains and had to hike for miles? Then she could just slide those socks on and it would make walking in her Mickey Mouse flip-flops that much more comfortable and the iPod would provide hours of entertainment.
Oh great. She really is thinking that we’re going to crash into the mountains. She informed the man beside her that “we’re all going to die.” And I want to reply, “Now that the whole plane has heard you, (it is a very small plane) we all thank you for prophesying our deaths. At least now I can properly prepare by locking myself in the lavatory to cry.” But I refrain; because I’m afraid she will get mad and then take a picture of me with her camera to display online as a grumpy teenager. Oh. Did I forget to mention that she had a camera and was busily snapping pictures of everything? If we do in fact die, at least we will have a well-chronicled plummet to the earth. Imagine what a news story that would make! “REAL PHOTOS CAPTURE THE RAW EMOTION OF THE DISASTER.” If you see such a story, the girl that got stuck in the lavatory at the time of the disaster would be me. But don’t mourn for me. I died prepared.
But you know, as soon as that plane took off and we reached the clouds, I looked around. And it was all worth it. The mental anguish, the hunger pains, the inability to understand the Latino stewardess, the crazy woman on the other side, and the fact that I really had to use the restroom were eclipsed by the sight of God’s creation and the wonder that comes over me as I see the landscape of the sky and realize that I am flying. How cool is that?
Butterflies
Saturday, August 14, 2010
My dad used to work as an aircraft mechanic for Delta, so he had flight benefits. Long drives? As a kid, they didn't exist. If we wanted to go somewhere, we just flew. We flew standby -which is an adventure in itself- but add a family of 7 all flying standby, and you have some intense flying experiences on your hands. We've waited, as a family, in the Atlanta airport for over 12 hours on more than one occasion. We've split the family onto two separate flights so that we could all get to the same place. So, needless to say, I'm comfortable around an airport.
Or at least, I thought I was. But when I was dropped off at the GSP airport this morning, someone was seriously shaking up the butterflies in my stomach. I looked down at my stomach, willing them to stop, because, why would I be nervous? And then it hit me . . . I've flown so many times, but I've never flown alone. When you live in a family with 7 kids, you don't do many things alone at all.
Now I'm sitting at gate A5. I got my tickets, made it through security, and found my gate. But the stinkin' butterflies are still there. I should catch them, so we can add them to my little brother's bug collection.
Or at least, I thought I was. But when I was dropped off at the GSP airport this morning, someone was seriously shaking up the butterflies in my stomach. I looked down at my stomach, willing them to stop, because, why would I be nervous? And then it hit me . . . I've flown so many times, but I've never flown alone. When you live in a family with 7 kids, you don't do many things alone at all.
Now I'm sitting at gate A5. I got my tickets, made it through security, and found my gate. But the stinkin' butterflies are still there. I should catch them, so we can add them to my little brother's bug collection.
The Ideal Menu . . . for Someone with a Cold
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Apple
this is a no-brainer, because we all know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Although, when you can't breathe through your nose, it would be wise to eat it when no one else is around. It makes a lot of noise when you're chewing with your mouth slightly open to let in air.
Orange Juice
Vitamin C, baby! You can't really taste anything with a cold, but orange juice leaves a nice clean feeling in the back of your throat. It's kind of like orange-scented Mr. Clean, only for your mouth instead of the kitchen floor.
Pretzels
In all the period dramas I've seen, they always talk about sea-bathing and how it's good for your health. Well, seas are bodies of saltwater. You don't hear about lake or pond bathing, because they are freshwater sources. So it stands to reason that the saltwater is the important part of the equation. Saltwater has . . . salt in it. Pretzels are covered with salt. Therefore, eating pretzels is good for the health.
Chocolate Pudding
I actually don't know how this is good for you, but it tastes yummy. And you can dip your apples and pretzels into it. So it's a win-win. win. Comfort food! That's it. When you're sick you have to be comfortable. So go with the chocolate pudding.
That's what's on the menu!
this is a no-brainer, because we all know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Although, when you can't breathe through your nose, it would be wise to eat it when no one else is around. It makes a lot of noise when you're chewing with your mouth slightly open to let in air.
Orange Juice
Vitamin C, baby! You can't really taste anything with a cold, but orange juice leaves a nice clean feeling in the back of your throat. It's kind of like orange-scented Mr. Clean, only for your mouth instead of the kitchen floor.
Pretzels
In all the period dramas I've seen, they always talk about sea-bathing and how it's good for your health. Well, seas are bodies of saltwater. You don't hear about lake or pond bathing, because they are freshwater sources. So it stands to reason that the saltwater is the important part of the equation. Saltwater has . . . salt in it. Pretzels are covered with salt. Therefore, eating pretzels is good for the health.
Chocolate Pudding
I actually don't know how this is good for you, but it tastes yummy. And you can dip your apples and pretzels into it. So it's a win-win. win. Comfort food! That's it. When you're sick you have to be comfortable. So go with the chocolate pudding.
That's what's on the menu!
Memories
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
These are my last few nights in my summer dorm room, because on Friday night, I move to Gaston and get ready for the school year. I'm packing up all my junk into boxes, bags, suitcases, laundry baskets, and whatever else will hold something long enough to get it over to my new room. I'm sure all the bending and picking up is good for my abs. At least, it better be. Because my stomach is actually sore.
It's shocking to pack your stuff. I'm always surprised by how much I have accumulated and also, by how much I find that I have lost. Earrings are especially tricky and only like to come out of hiding at this point of clearing things out. I've found the missing half of 3 pairs already.
It's like memories. They accumulate without our realizing, a lot of them get lost and forgotten, we have trouble finding enough space to remember them by, and by going through them we often find little favorite memories that had slipped between the cracks (although I don't think that remembering ever helped someone work out their abs. I could be wrong though). All of the sudden I have the urge to sing "Cherish the Moment". Whew. The urge passed. But seriously, life is so...full! I love it and it's really disappointing to realize that I will never be able to remember it all. But hey, at least I remember a lot of it... and friends and family are always around to help me make new memories!
Oh. I still have lots left to do and not enough time to do it in. I have to finish packing!
It's shocking to pack your stuff. I'm always surprised by how much I have accumulated and also, by how much I find that I have lost. Earrings are especially tricky and only like to come out of hiding at this point of clearing things out. I've found the missing half of 3 pairs already.
It's like memories. They accumulate without our realizing, a lot of them get lost and forgotten, we have trouble finding enough space to remember them by, and by going through them we often find little favorite memories that had slipped between the cracks (although I don't think that remembering ever helped someone work out their abs. I could be wrong though). All of the sudden I have the urge to sing "Cherish the Moment". Whew. The urge passed. But seriously, life is so...full! I love it and it's really disappointing to realize that I will never be able to remember it all. But hey, at least I remember a lot of it... and friends and family are always around to help me make new memories!
Oh. I still have lots left to do and not enough time to do it in. I have to finish packing!
Please tell me we have at least a few other options.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
I taught children's church this morning for the 4-5 yr olds. The lesson was about the Tower of Babel, so I started by asking about different languages. After explaining that "Mexico!" and "Pyramids!" are not languages, we discussed the fact that the people believed that they knew better than God. They were trying to get close to God in their own way instead of asking God. We talked about the Tower and how it would have been really tall. One of my 7 adorable pupils raised his hand and with a sigh asked...
"Why don't we ever get to talk about the Leaning Tower of Pisa?"
After constraining my laughter, I told him that it wasn't in any of the stories in the Bible.
We moved on with the Tower of Babel and at the end I asked them to tell me how we get closer to God. The same boy from before answered quickly...
"WE DIE AND GO UP TO HEAVEN!!"
Well...that is ONE way.
"Why don't we ever get to talk about the Leaning Tower of Pisa?"
After constraining my laughter, I told him that it wasn't in any of the stories in the Bible.
We moved on with the Tower of Babel and at the end I asked them to tell me how we get closer to God. The same boy from before answered quickly...
"WE DIE AND GO UP TO HEAVEN!!"
Well...that is ONE way.
Reading Rainbow
Friday, August 6, 2010
I was checking out at the library today, and I happened to look at the stack of books that I had picked out. Wanna see? Here it is. My reading for right now.
The Battle of the Labyrinth
Ella Enchanted
The Thief
The Queen of Attolia
Anne of Green Gables
King of Shadows
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Incarceron
Right now, I'm a little embarrassed because, here I am, going to be a sophomore in college, and every single book in the list is from the Juvenile section. Now you know the horrible truth. I am not a sophisticated reader.
This realization struck me as I surveyed my books. And I retraced my steps to when I first walked into the library and I realized that I never even went to the adult section. I headed straight for juvenile fiction. And out of that list of books you see up there, I've read 5 of them before. Oh, I enjoy a good classic. In fact, I've read all 6 of Jane Austen's novels this summer, the Scarlet Pimpernel, the Count of Monte Cristo, and a few others and thoroughly enjoyed them. But I have to admit that I do like to see the movie first. No, I do not rely on a television for my imagination, and I'm not glued to one constantly (ha! I can't even have a TV here at college), but it is nice to know the storyline before you jump into a deep story that sometimes uses very unfamiliar language. And I am reading this book to challenge me spiritually. But you just can't beat a good children adventure book.
So I have accepted the fact that I am not a sophisticated reader. I will keep reading classics, textbooks, business books, and other various books to improve my mind, but if I have a free moment, I'll still scoot my way to the Juvenile section. If you want to find me, look in the comfy chairs by that section. I'll most likely be reading Ella Enchanted.
The Battle of the Labyrinth
Ella Enchanted
The Thief
The Queen of Attolia
Anne of Green Gables
King of Shadows
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Incarceron
Right now, I'm a little embarrassed because, here I am, going to be a sophomore in college, and every single book in the list is from the Juvenile section. Now you know the horrible truth. I am not a sophisticated reader.
This realization struck me as I surveyed my books. And I retraced my steps to when I first walked into the library and I realized that I never even went to the adult section. I headed straight for juvenile fiction. And out of that list of books you see up there, I've read 5 of them before. Oh, I enjoy a good classic. In fact, I've read all 6 of Jane Austen's novels this summer, the Scarlet Pimpernel, the Count of Monte Cristo, and a few others and thoroughly enjoyed them. But I have to admit that I do like to see the movie first. No, I do not rely on a television for my imagination, and I'm not glued to one constantly (ha! I can't even have a TV here at college), but it is nice to know the storyline before you jump into a deep story that sometimes uses very unfamiliar language. And I am reading this book to challenge me spiritually. But you just can't beat a good children adventure book.
So I have accepted the fact that I am not a sophisticated reader. I will keep reading classics, textbooks, business books, and other various books to improve my mind, but if I have a free moment, I'll still scoot my way to the Juvenile section. If you want to find me, look in the comfy chairs by that section. I'll most likely be reading Ella Enchanted.
The Write Way
Thursday, August 5, 2010
My coworker and I were bewailing the fact that no one writes letters the other day. And in fact, that day, it did seem like it had become a lost art and I was doomed to only get cold, emotionless emails for the rest of my life. But then, I started cleaning out my room because I am moving a week from tomorrow. A week from tomorrow I move from Creel back to Gaston!! A small move in some eyes, but it really signifies that school is starting up, and I will soon have my friends back! So, here I am amongst the boxes, towels, scrapbooking supplies, schoolbooks, and a random assortment of other items that I forgot I had saved. And among those random things, I found . . . letters.
Some of the letters were 'Personal and Confidential' and depressingly filled with news of my next school bill. A few were paycheck stubs or letters from my bank. Those, I think I could do without. But there were other letters. I found the letter that my roommate wrote for me at the end of last semester and it made me anxious to see her again. I found the first letter that my best friend had written me right before she left for a weekend first semester and it made me laugh (and marvel at the how quick we had become so close). I found the letters that my mom and my little sisters had sent, detailing the activities of the day and they made me miss the everyday occurrences at home. I found the letter that another roommate had written at the end of the semester and it made me get on my knees to pray for her and her family. I found the singing letter that some wonderfully thoughtful friends had sent as my first care package and, of course, I sang along to You Are the Music in Me. I found letters from ladies at my church and I remembered that people all the way back in Missouri still love and pray for me (even if they aren't in my family). And I found letters that I had written to myself, mostly during church services when my pastor would say something that impacted me and I wanted to remember it.
So you see, letter writing isn't a lost art. In fact, I just wrote a letter tonight. Because, as much as I love and care for all of my friends and family, I don't always get a chance to tell them how much they mean to me in person. If I can't do it in person, then I will write a letter. Yes, postage does cost money (at least it cost my mom some money to send me stamps), but even if I had to buy my own stamps, I would still write letters. And clearly, I know several people who think the same thing.
I'm going to keep all my letters from college in a box, because I guarantee that someday I'll be feeling kinda low, lower than the floor, and I'll need to read those letters. Thank you to all my letter-writing friends. And to anyone who hasn't written a letter recently . . . you should try it. It'll be good, I promise.
Some of the letters were 'Personal and Confidential' and depressingly filled with news of my next school bill. A few were paycheck stubs or letters from my bank. Those, I think I could do without. But there were other letters. I found the letter that my roommate wrote for me at the end of last semester and it made me anxious to see her again. I found the first letter that my best friend had written me right before she left for a weekend first semester and it made me laugh (and marvel at the how quick we had become so close). I found the letters that my mom and my little sisters had sent, detailing the activities of the day and they made me miss the everyday occurrences at home. I found the letter that another roommate had written at the end of the semester and it made me get on my knees to pray for her and her family. I found the singing letter that some wonderfully thoughtful friends had sent as my first care package and, of course, I sang along to You Are the Music in Me. I found letters from ladies at my church and I remembered that people all the way back in Missouri still love and pray for me (even if they aren't in my family). And I found letters that I had written to myself, mostly during church services when my pastor would say something that impacted me and I wanted to remember it.
So you see, letter writing isn't a lost art. In fact, I just wrote a letter tonight. Because, as much as I love and care for all of my friends and family, I don't always get a chance to tell them how much they mean to me in person. If I can't do it in person, then I will write a letter. Yes, postage does cost money (at least it cost my mom some money to send me stamps), but even if I had to buy my own stamps, I would still write letters. And clearly, I know several people who think the same thing.
I'm going to keep all my letters from college in a box, because I guarantee that someday I'll be feeling kinda low, lower than the floor, and I'll need to read those letters. Thank you to all my letter-writing friends. And to anyone who hasn't written a letter recently . . . you should try it. It'll be good, I promise.
What's In A Name
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
My name is Mareena Kae Register. That is what my parents chose to call me, and that is the name that, at the age of 13, I decided to accept. Oh, I used it before then, and even allowed others to use it as well, but 13 was the age when I decided to embrace the novelty that is my name and even learn to appreciate it.
I will admit, however, that there have been many times that I wished my parents would have named me something *slightly* more common. Or at least something easier to spell. Spell check has certainly never approved of the spelling (they prefer Marina), and considering the technological age we are in, I shouldn't be surprised by the fact that most people tend to agree with spell check. Even saying my name can be a difficulty, especially at college when people are trying to learn a gazillion new names. Several people have mistakenly thought that my name was Marianna for extended periods of time. Marietta, Maria, Marianna, Mary, and Maureen are some of the most common, but I've even had random names such as Roberta thrown in the mix.
I say all that, but really, I love my name. It flows nicely and it's interesting. There is something nice about not ever having to worry about being one of the two or three Mareenas that people know. In fact, most people have never met anyone with my name, which I find makes me feel pretty special.
Now that I have waxed eloquent about my first name, let me direct your attention to my last name.
Sidenote: I work in the business office. At a register. and I have a name tag that announces to the world that I am a Register who works at a register. Just bear that in mind.
So trust me. Oooohh, trust me. I have heard almost everything there is to say about my last name. These are just a few of my favorites...
"Is that even a last name?" This one kills me. Have you seen some of the last names that people are stuck with? Mine is actually a real word, and yet, people still are confounded by it and must make sure of its authenticity.
"Is that really your last name?" Oh you are so clever! It is in fact, NOT my name. It is my pseudonym that I use when I want people to ask stupid questions about my name.
"Haha! I thought that said -Mareena's Register- and I was wondering why the other girl's name tag didn't say -Jenn's Register- " this one actually is rather funny when you think about it. but not when you've heard it 3x in the same day
"I won't make the obligatory remark about your last name and where you work." OH. Thanks a million. Just go ahead and say it though. Since you basically already did.
And here's one that I heard for the first time today. It's a doozie.
"Did you change your name to work here?" are you kidding me right now??! What kind of nerd does that? If I worked at a donut shop, I would not change my name to KREME just for fun. If I worked at a grocery store, I would not change my name to AISLE just because. So why in the name of sanity would you ask if I changed my name to Register so that I could work at the Business Office??
Ok. Deep breaths, Mareena. Whew. I sound angry now, but when it happens, I try to just chuckle and make a joke out of it myself. I don't yell or scream or bash anyone over their crazy little noggins. They mean well, at least, most of them do. So I let it slide. And now that I have vented, I'll be able to make it a while longer until I do actually consider legally changing my last name to something unassuming like. . . McGillicuddy.
I will admit, however, that there have been many times that I wished my parents would have named me something *slightly* more common. Or at least something easier to spell. Spell check has certainly never approved of the spelling (they prefer Marina), and considering the technological age we are in, I shouldn't be surprised by the fact that most people tend to agree with spell check. Even saying my name can be a difficulty, especially at college when people are trying to learn a gazillion new names. Several people have mistakenly thought that my name was Marianna for extended periods of time. Marietta, Maria, Marianna, Mary, and Maureen are some of the most common, but I've even had random names such as Roberta thrown in the mix.
I say all that, but really, I love my name. It flows nicely and it's interesting. There is something nice about not ever having to worry about being one of the two or three Mareenas that people know. In fact, most people have never met anyone with my name, which I find makes me feel pretty special.
Now that I have waxed eloquent about my first name, let me direct your attention to my last name.
Sidenote: I work in the business office. At a register. and I have a name tag that announces to the world that I am a Register who works at a register. Just bear that in mind.
So trust me. Oooohh, trust me. I have heard almost everything there is to say about my last name. These are just a few of my favorites...
"Is that even a last name?" This one kills me. Have you seen some of the last names that people are stuck with? Mine is actually a real word, and yet, people still are confounded by it and must make sure of its authenticity.
"Is that really your last name?" Oh you are so clever! It is in fact, NOT my name. It is my pseudonym that I use when I want people to ask stupid questions about my name.
"Haha! I thought that said -Mareena's Register- and I was wondering why the other girl's name tag didn't say -Jenn's Register- " this one actually is rather funny when you think about it. but not when you've heard it 3x in the same day
"I won't make the obligatory remark about your last name and where you work." OH. Thanks a million. Just go ahead and say it though. Since you basically already did.
And here's one that I heard for the first time today. It's a doozie.
"Did you change your name to work here?" are you kidding me right now??! What kind of nerd does that? If I worked at a donut shop, I would not change my name to KREME just for fun. If I worked at a grocery store, I would not change my name to AISLE just because. So why in the name of sanity would you ask if I changed my name to Register so that I could work at the Business Office??
Ok. Deep breaths, Mareena. Whew. I sound angry now, but when it happens, I try to just chuckle and make a joke out of it myself. I don't yell or scream or bash anyone over their crazy little noggins. They mean well, at least, most of them do. So I let it slide. And now that I have vented, I'll be able to make it a while longer until I do actually consider legally changing my last name to something unassuming like. . . McGillicuddy.
Waiting...and Waiting...and Waiting.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I would like to say that I have enjoyed summer. It's been good. It's been fun. It's been an awesome experience and I've met some amazing people and made some wonderful friends. God has really blessed me this summer.
However. I am starting to severely miss some very important individuals who will be on campus in less than a month. And as the time of their arrival draws closer, the more anxious I am becoming to see them, but as they are all scattered over the USA, not a one will come earlier to relieve my anxiety. But I'm a thinker, I've got a plan.
Seeing as how I've been here for a whole school year plus a summer, I think I have some pull. Yeah. So all I have to do is have a little chat with their employers and the administrators of the school. They will definitely understand my lack of patience in wanting to be reunited with my friends and will therefore have them come back to school at least 3 weeks early. My waiting will be over and we will have 3 weeks to celebrate being together before we have to go back to school!! It's perfect. Oh. Except I am still going to go on vacation with my family in less than two weeks. Because I am also ready ready ready to see them.
Well, looking back upon my plan, I have to say . . . it stinks. It's probably the worst plan I've ever come up with, but it was born of desperation. and loathing for waiting. I never think straight when I'm busy loathing something.
Which leaves me still waiting...and waiting... and waiting.
However. I am starting to severely miss some very important individuals who will be on campus in less than a month. And as the time of their arrival draws closer, the more anxious I am becoming to see them, but as they are all scattered over the USA, not a one will come earlier to relieve my anxiety. But I'm a thinker, I've got a plan.
Seeing as how I've been here for a whole school year plus a summer, I think I have some pull. Yeah. So all I have to do is have a little chat with their employers and the administrators of the school. They will definitely understand my lack of patience in wanting to be reunited with my friends and will therefore have them come back to school at least 3 weeks early. My waiting will be over and we will have 3 weeks to celebrate being together before we have to go back to school!! It's perfect. Oh. Except I am still going to go on vacation with my family in less than two weeks. Because I am also ready ready ready to see them.
Well, looking back upon my plan, I have to say . . . it stinks. It's probably the worst plan I've ever come up with, but it was born of desperation. and loathing for waiting. I never think straight when I'm busy loathing something.
Which leaves me still waiting...and waiting... and waiting.
The Box of Impossibility
Sunday, August 1, 2010
A lady from my church gave a project to our kids' choir this morning. She told them to go home and find, make, or borrow a box. They could even make it out of a Kleenex box. But when they had their box, they were supposed to write down things that they wanted or were praying for that they thought were impossible and put them into the box. Every time they think of something new, they should write it down and put it in the box. Then, at the end of a month or a few months, they should dump that box out onto their beds and read off their impossible prayer requests and see how many God had answered.
I have to admit, I don't pray for the impossible. Most times, I try not to consider the impossible. It's outside of my realm of expertise, so I leave it alone. I don't think that's the way I should go through life. My God is the God of the Impossible. So today, I'm making my Box of Impossibility. I'm going to start thinking and praying BIG. Because my God is BIG.
What are your impossible prayer requests? Find a box. Write 'em down. Share your impossible things with God.
I have to admit, I don't pray for the impossible. Most times, I try not to consider the impossible. It's outside of my realm of expertise, so I leave it alone. I don't think that's the way I should go through life. My God is the God of the Impossible. So today, I'm making my Box of Impossibility. I'm going to start thinking and praying BIG. Because my God is BIG.
What are your impossible prayer requests? Find a box. Write 'em down. Share your impossible things with God.
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