My Life is a Sitcom

It's really the truth. Here are some short examples.

The other day I walked into a room of friends and was carrying my lunch with me. I was talking about what a great mood I was in for no particular reason. I said "yea, it's probably just because the bottom is about to fall. . . . out" The pause between fall and out was when the drink I was holding in my hand dumped out all over my white shirt, jeans, and white shoes.

The only response to that is laughter. What else can you do.

Then yesterday was my 22nd Birthday. (It was also Taylor Swift's, but she and I aren't on speaking terms right now, so let's not go there.)

-->First of all, somehow Febreze sets off fire alarms. So because of me an entire ACADEMIC (not residential) building had to be evacuated for 30 minutes while Public Safety and the Deland Fire Department checked the building for any flames. They even brought an ax, and an ambulance.


--> Then, I was at Chili's and my friend made the entire restaurant sing Happy Birthday to me....not the waitresses, but other guests. Embarrassing

---> and last, but certainly not least. I have these friends Jessica and Claire. They are both English and Religious studies dual majors. They are also witty smart-asses. Which makes for a great combination and I'm really glad we're all friends. They thought it'd be fun to try to get back at me for all of the awkward/embarrassing/uncomfortable moments I've caused to countless individuals by coming up with this idea of who my husband should/will be. So they choose our friend Christopher. Who hasn't even known us very long and is very shy. And they've been secretly making fun of me about it because I guess it get's their gears grinding to see me squirm. I will also add that this is purely their imagination running wild--and the story is without merit.

So late last night after I got back to campus from driving a friend home, our friend Natalie meets me at the door, says Claire had to step out but for me to check my email as soon as possible.

(note that this was Claire's last night at the school...she's graduating, getting married and moving to Texas---to find out more see my previous posts).

So there is a computer, and a chair sitting in the middle of the auditorium. Which I am already sensing is kinda weird. But I reluctantly follow directions. And I hope my email to a short message about how much I mean to Claire and a hyperlink to this website.

CLICK HERE


If you decided to come back after viewing that precious jewel, it's more than I could do. I was crying I was laughing so hard. These girls went WAY out of their way to play a practical joke for my birthday and I felt SO loved. Although, probably not in the same ways that website is suggesting.


And to make things even better. Christopher walked into the coffee shop the next morning when Claire was sharing this story with some more of our friends. So now he has seen it as well. Here's to an awkward encounter with him in January.

I love my friends and I love that my life is just like a sitcom--I never get bored. Happy Birthday to me.

University Student

Another video discussed lately.
I've watched it several time and each time I see something new.
Be prepared..it's pretty dense.

The Power of Vulnerability

This lady goes on my list of real gansta's. Best twenty minutes of my day so far. . . .

If the video isn't embedded then click HERE.

I'm sitting outside her small group right now, and listening to her invest in people she will soon leave to become a new bride.

She invests, although she could be doing many other things--devoting work to her coursework, enjoying her last few weeks with close friends, spending time preparing for her wedding and move to the great state of Texas and graduate school/seminary. (all at once)

She has invested in these members of her small group and in my life as well.

Claire.

A fun story: we met on our very first day at Stetson. We were in an orientation group together and after a strange encounter with another student who thought that we knew each other, we decided to exchange numbers and then never spoke to each other again for almost two years.

Funny how things work. She's still in my phone as Claire (focus).

So fast forward two years and we are reconnected through CCF. And somehow we begin these random late night jam sessions where we talk and cry and laugh and sing and she shares with me her beautiful voice and even more beautiful way of being able to listen to what feels like hours and hours of my junk--big and small.

Claire relates well. She makes it a point to demonstrate a place of understanding before ever offering a reply. this means more than she'll ever know. and has proved a great part of her ministry to me and to others.

I'm excited to see these changes in her life, even though selfishly I'm so sad that she'll be leaving me for texas....who moves from Florida to texas?!

I could write so much more. but I'll choose to go spend some time with her instead.

bee tea dubs...I'm so thankful for your continued friendship, guidance and sarcastic banter.

Short 2

My favorite part of the weekend by far was tennis with my dad. I got home on Friday and because my dad has Friday's off we got some quality time together. This is my dad [ignore the fact that we were looking at different cameras...we're silly people]

And tennis wasn't awesome because of our fancy tennis skills and moves, or our athletic ability in general, but for a long time I didn't take advantage of the blessing of a close relationship with my dad and I'm thankful that the Lord is gracious to me in allowing me second changes. [and 50th chances]

And, the best part of it all was inviting a boy who was waiting on the town bus to join us. I can't remember his name [a trait I get from my dad] but he was 5 and he was awesome.

I just love, love, love working with that age..it reminds me of a lot of wonderful things humans forget with age. Anyway, I got to play tennis with that kid and he got to run around like crazy. Fun for everyone.

[Affectionately and Originally] entitled: Short 1

I broke down and drank a pumpkin latte tonight. I enjoyed it, especially since the weather was conduce to a warm beverage tonight. However, I can thank it for the fact that I'm still alive and awake right now [and not in the productive sort of way, where I'm getting lots of work done] but more so in the random blog kind of way.

This weekend I read Ellen Degenerous' book, "Seriously...I'm Kidding" Easy read, but a good one. I so, SO enjoyed the insight and laughter that comedians bring. Sometimes it's good to be a little light-hearted... especially with a bunch of heavy-hearted stuff in the world. Here's an excerpt from the last chapter:

"Contribute to the world. Help people. Help one person. Help someone cross the street today. Help someone with directions unless you have a terrible sense of direction. Help someone who's trying to help you. Just help. Make an impact. Show someone you care. Say yes instead of no. Say something nice. Smile. Make eye contact. Hug. Kiss. Get naked. Laugh. Laugh as much as you can. Laugh until you cry. Cry until you laugh. Keep doing it even if people are passing you on the street saying "I can't tell if that person is laughing or crying but either way they seem crazy, let's walk faster." Emote. It's okay. It shows you are thinking and feeling. Find out who you are and figure out what you believe in. Even if it's different from what your neighbors believe in and different from what your parents believe in. Stay true to yourself. Have your own opinion. Don't worry about what people say about you or think about you. let the naysayers nay. They will eventually grow tired of naying.

While I don't take Ellen as the source of authority in my life I liked what she said.

regret

You know that feeling when you're forgetting something? It probably means you did. Like coffee at Boston's with girls that you don't get to have many conversations with--real conversations anyway.




That's a sucky feeling for sure.

Today I'm forgetting beautiful weather, wonderful conversations and nice deep breaths in order for productivity in the crazy academia-land of late.

I think I made a poor choice.


also..i like this one: