Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Last night, we made an impulsive decision to drive to Tulsa for the Needtobreathe concert. I love how impulsive decisions often turn out to be the best ones. We arrived roughly an hour late due to the 2 hour drive increased by a slight detour... just in time to catch the end of the opening act... Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers. (Look them up, they were awesome.) We pushed our way to the front of the crowd. Several glares and rude remarks later, we made it to the very front of the stage. So close that I could reach out and strum Bo Reinhart's banjo myself. Guard a heart.

Loved the red boots.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Fireside Chats

Ah, the great outdoors. Last weekend, my friends and I needed a break from school and so we decided to finally make a camping trip happen. After days (weeks, really, if we're being honest) of trying to find a group of guys that were able to go and that were capable of both setting up the tents and building a campfire, we finally made this little trip happen.

I love camping for many reasons:
  • For starters, I love being outside and reveling in God's awesomeness.
  • I love the hour long drive down dirt roads into the middle of nowhere and just being thankful that we didn't attempt to drive my car to the campsite. And by 1 hour, I mean, we left 5:00 and arrived at 8:00. Who knew there so many gravel roads we weren't supposed to turn down?
  • Camping makes me feel as though I'm outdoorsy. But for that to be true, I probably need to stop using words like "outdoorsy."... And probably need to purchase a pair of Chacos.
  • I love s'mores. But even more than that, I love quoting The Sandlot while I'm making my s'more. "Hey you want a s'more?... Some more of what?... You're killing me Smalls! First you take the graham..." Anyways, you know how it goes... maybe. It gets a laugh like 50% of the time.
  • I don't know what it is, but something about a campfire makes everyone instant best friends, even if that night is the first time you meet. You tell embarrassing stories about your childhood and sing along with the guitar with absolutely no shame... at least I do.
  • Speaking of the campfire. Mystery: why can you not look away from the flames? It's like a trance, but not.
  • Camping forsakes all sense of time. "Oh, it's 5:30 a.m... who cares? I'm in the middle of making up a song line-by-line with everyone else around the campfire." Time is of no consequence... that is until around noon the next day when you desperately need a nap but have to work at the baseball game all afternoon and thus, cannot.
  • On the subject of time, when it's 5:00 a.m. and the boys decide that it's a great idea to "shotgun" a Mountain Dew... don't do it. It's really not that good of an good idea.
  • I love waking up after 3 hours of sleep to the sun streaming in through the tent and to a paralyzing crick in my neck.
  • I love walking out of the tent in the morning, looking at the campfire, and realizing that there is a snake coiled up awfully close to where you were sitting the night before.
  • I love cramming 5 girls and all of our bags, sleeping bags, and snacks into a 2 door Honda on the return journey to Fayetteville and having a claustrophobia attack in the backseat of the car.
Most of all, I love still smelling like campfire 3 days later, having enough material to make s'mores for the next 3 weeks, and having 8 new best friends. Guess we'll just have to go back.

Monday, April 12, 2010

I'm just sayin

I've been thinking a lot lately. Amid the hustle and bustle of my final semester of college, nostalgia has been flooding over me in waves and the excitement for the future keeps my brain running 90 to nothing. So in case you are wondering, these are the things I think about almost daily now.

  • I'm graduating in 26 days. I don't know about you, but the thought of becoming an alumni makes me feel old.
  • In a few short months, I will be living in a house. Not a dorm. Not the Kappa house. An actual house. I will pay rent with money I don't have, buy groceries, and have a room to myself.
  • Looking back at facebook pictures from this winter... How did I let myself get so pale? God bless the Funship Triumph and the equatorial sun.
  • For never having taken a dance lesson in my life, I am a far more coordinated dancer than I thought. Ballroom dancing class = success.
  • I was officially accepted into the MAT program. Though, I have not taken the Praxis II or my Oral Proficiency Interview (OPI).
  • As a result of the OPI looming over my head, I find myself constantly listening to Spanish Hillsong and talking to myself in Spanish on my way to and from class. The skeptical stares from others no longer bother me.
  • Never will I ever wear black tennis shoes of any form. I saw it on campus last week and had a nightmare in which I was sporting a really unfortunate pair of black Nike shocks.
  • I am more convinced than ever that Fayetteville is the most beautiful place in the continental U.S. Hidden oasis.
  • I find myself hearing something funny and wishing I could tell my dad.
  • The Lord's timing never ceases to amaze me. It is so cool to watch how He works in each of our lives.
  • Chris Thile playing the mandolin seriously does not guard my heart.
  • The Spanish children in my Sunday school class are the most precious kids in the world.
  • Love the Spring. Hate mosquitoes. Catch 22.
  • Wondering how the final season of Lost is going to end. But honestly, just glad that Desmond is back.
  • Thankful to be in the United States, but missing Latin America.
  • The retirement of all closed-toed shoes and jeans until Fall.
  • Timing how long it takes my internet to come up on my computer. Just set a record of 2 minutes and 10 seconds today. I try not to think about what would happen if I pulled up more than one program at a time.
  • Talking myself into getting a haircut, only to talk myself back out of it.
  • Loving getting to be in weddings, without them being my own.