tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41873511052045841722024-03-19T07:45:03.764-04:00Insights and Pen Rights by MeganA look into my thoughts on everyday life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-74412470470636955792011-01-29T19:33:00.000-05:002011-01-29T19:33:11.029-05:00Silly ImaginingsI have been in OSLEP (Oklahoma Scholar Leadership Education Program) for the past 4 days. The first day of class one of the writing assignments was for the class as a whole to generate a list of words and then each one of us had to write a story out of our imagination using those words. I rather like the way that mine turned out :) haha makes me laugh<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"> Once upon a time, the Dalai Lama, who is considered to be very wise, found out that he wasn't a very good cook. On this particular day, he attempted to make sushi from a roly-poly. He found the taste to be bitter, and the thought that he had killed the innocent roly-poly for such a vile taste filled him with sadness and regret. However, he still craved good sushi so he sought out a pirate who he figured would have knowledge of such things. After all, it was either that or his neighbor the track star. The pirate did prove to be a good teacher, and the Dalai Lama made such excellent sushi that the pirate encouraged him to open a sushi stand at the local duck pond. It was a huge success. In fact the Dalai Lama was able to afford ukulele players and hula dancers as nightly entertainment for the guests. Soon people were driving their yellow cars down miles of road just to taste this sushi fresh from the waves of the ocean. It was even better than twizzlers and coffee. And that is how the Dalai Lama became the most famous sushi chef in the world and of course, lived happily ever after.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-85786818916485978642011-01-11T03:27:00.000-05:002011-01-11T03:27:25.758-05:00Love, School, and More Life Today marks the second day of school. Second semester, junior year. I cannot begin to tell you how ready I am to graduate. I often question why I am going to school in the first place. I realize it will be beneficial to me, but I have discovered that I am not the type of person to enjoy school. I can succeed it in sure, but it absolutely takes all my willpower to make me get up in the morning and sit in a classroom for hours upon end. Not to mention the additional time constraint of homework every night. Nevertheless, I must finish what I start.<br />
This semester will prove to be interesting. I have taken over the Arts and Entertainment pages of the Cameron Collegian. As of yet, I really am not sure what I am doing. All I know is I'm assigning stories to people. Hopefully I get the hang of it soon.<br />
As for classes, well once again Cameron University fudged up. Switched my advanced speech teacher. I'd have no problems with it except that I'm not really a fan of this teacher. He drives me crazy, but thankfully he was an easy teacher last I had him so maybe my stress level will be lower with him. My other classes are Accounting, Management, News Editing, Newspaper Reporting, and Weight Training. Why weight training? Well, Cameron requires that you take 4 P.E. credits to graduate and it fit in my schedule. No, I'm not trying to scare my brother by being one of those buff women. (He says that is is only fear.)<br />
On to the good stuff. I honestly thought I would be single for a long time after my last relationship. Scratch that. I wanted to be single for a long time after my last relationship. I was tired of getting hurt over and over again. But sometimes life has other plans.<br />
I met Jacob the Thursday before New Years. I had just gotten off work, and randomly decided to stop by Buffalo Wild Wings to hang out with friends from church. My friends from church go there every Thursday night after our young adult service. I hadn't planned on going. I was tired, in uniform, but I hadn't been able to go in a few weeks so I told myself I would stop by on the way home for just a few minutes. Well, it's hard to go to BWW on Thursday night without getting some wings so my few minutes went through the window pretty quickly. Good thing I stopped to eat or I might have missed the greatest blessing in my life from the past few weeks. I had known Jacob's brother for a few months, and was supposed to meet Jacob about a month before. Jacob was down from North Carolina visiting his dad and brother. Conversation struck up and we hit it off...<br />
New Year's Night we started our relationship. Yeah it hasn't been going very long, but there are little things that keep popping up that are serious answers to prayers years prayed. I have no doubt that we will last, that we will be happy, that he will be there with me through thick and thin, and that I can share my life with him. Seriously, he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. He's the kind of guy that pumps the gas and opens the car door for the girl no matter how much she may roll her eyes or tell him he doesn't have to. He's taken the time to get to know my family, adopted my parents as surrogate parents. I could go on and on, but I don't want to... I don't want anybody trying to steal him away haha. :) But my friends have been able to notice a difference in me even over facebook chat or phone how much happier I seem with him than anybody else. One friend remarked that he hasn't seen me this happy in a long time. Thank you God and please let it last.<br />
Other than that, not much is going on here. I look forward to the day when I get a real job and quit serving drinks and appetizers to people on a daily basis. I like being a waitress, but at the same time I hate it. It gets so monotonous. I'm ready to move on, but I don't see that happening until graduation....pooh. So maybe I'll start blogging more to break up the work drone.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-61119807512232997612010-12-29T15:44:00.000-05:002010-12-29T15:44:02.255-05:00MusingsI should have known that a second chance would turn into a second heartbreak. I honestly still loved you. I expected the same from you. How was I to know that you were just lonely for a warm body? A role that almost anyone could have played. I should have seen the signs, not been so quick to let you back in, but I was afraid to say no to love, and less afraid of the further damage you could cause.<br />
My heart don't heal as quickly as it used to. Each cut seems deeper than the last. I will not; I cannot trust you ever again. Don't bother coming back. I don't want you. I'll find better. This wound will heal and I'll move on.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-27583019965531490922010-12-27T03:59:00.003-05:002010-12-27T04:14:45.632-05:00UnconditionalA very dear friend of mine requested that this be updated in light of recent events. I don't even know where to start. I'm in the process of learning a very important lesson. It relates to human unconditional love. I firmly believe that somewhere out in the big world there are people who still know how to love unconditionally. For some reason, I have not met these people at the right time in my life as of yet. However, while my faith in it may be blurred right now, my hope and prayer for it manifested in my life does still exist.<br />
I recently dated a guy who I met here in Oklahoma, but who ended up being moved by Uncle Sam to Colorado. Things started off perfectly as they always do, and slowly we began having our ups and downs. The ups were great, but the downs got to us. He eventually decided that he couldn't handle the stress of long distance relationship coupled with the possibility of a deployment. He broke up with me.<br />
I heard from him only a couple of times in the months that followed. Three in all. And then one day out of the blue, he called me. We began talking again and he promised that he still loved me and that he always would. I took the bait-hook, line, and sinker. Within a few weeks, he was planning a future with me. We even entered what most would call an engagement. Until about a week ago, life was great. Then he started not calling, or not answering his phone. I prepared myself for the worst, but he tried to assure me that everything was great with us. I finally managed to work up the courage to ask him if he was cheating on me. He didn't give us the chance to discuss it, but instead chose to ignore me for about a day and a half (which if you know me is like a millenium because I'm the most impatient person on the planet). Ignored my phone calls, texts, and facebook messages. I know I pushed too hard for an answer-that was my mistake. I took full responsibility for the argument. I apologized. However, when he finally did respond, he decided that he would rather not try to work past our squabble and live without me than to continue to love me. He claims that he fell out of love with me within the 24 hours that we didn't talk. Not only that, but he broke up with me in a text message without giving me a chance to even talk. That's not love, and it really makes me wonder if he ever loved me.<br />
As I look back, I realize how much of the relationship was centered around him. I have worn myself thin the past few weeks trying to please him, and be the perfect girlfriend. Fearing that if I didn't measure up to his standards he would leave me behind. And most of the time I didn't measure up. I worried about his safety too much or wanted to talk to him more than once a day, etc. I failed to realize how much I was compromising by being with him. Even though I truly loved him, and I still do, it was not a healthy relationship. He loved me only when things were perfect between us. He didn't choose to share our lives. I was like the perfect set of rims on a new tire. Just an accessory. And when my shine started to fade-it was time to trade me in for the newer model.<br />
As much as I looked forward to my life with him, I only pray that this was God's way of saving me from what I couldn't see myself. I'm hurt and I'm disappointed, but if I stop and reflect I know it's eventually for the better. Someday someone is going to look past my faults and see the loving heart that's here. I have bad days sometimes like everyone, but instead of judging me and ignoring me this man will tell me everything's gonna be ok. There will be problems, but over time we will grow stronger through the problems we CHOOSE to work through TOGETHER. It won't happen everytime, but the solution to those that we do work through together will be so much better than those we work out on our own.<br />
True love is unconditional. It accepts you for who you are, but encourages you to be the most you can be. It is not selfish or proud. And that's a piece of Biblical truth right there so you know it's good stuff.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-55665469852353632612010-11-22T03:07:00.000-05:002010-11-22T03:07:09.558-05:00A Year?Wow, it's been almost a year since I published anything on here. Fail. lol. I'm not even going to try and catch anyone reading up on this what's happened in the last year. There would just be too much to explain lol. So I'll just hit the high points.<br />
I'm a junior at Cameron University. Three more regular semesters. WOOHOO! My major is journalism and I am a published reporter. You can read some of my stuff on www.aggiecentral.com<br />
I'm still a waitress but I recently got a new job and will be moving to a new restaurant where the pay should be better.<br />
I'm living with family and I attend an awesome church. Lawton First Assembly-that's where it's at.<br />
For those of you who remember, I used to frequently deal with headaches. Well, they're back. In fact, guess what I did today? Yep, I had to make a trip to the ER. Oh the memories there.<br />
Doctors can't find anything that is wrong so for now it's meds and sucking it up.<br />
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But life is good. And I'm blessed. I have a wonderful family and a wonderful church family.<br />
I'm going to try and blog more.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-81203095773496956062010-01-01T03:03:00.003-05:002010-01-01T04:07:12.984-05:00Happy New YearSo this started out as a diary entry. It's kinda personal, but I think it's important too. It's an area of my life that could definitely use some improvement, and surely there are other people in the same boat as well.<br />...I guess normally New Year posts would be about omg! it's 2010 and oh these are my new year resolutions. And mine is to a point. I mean yeah I want to do all the normal stuff that I put down every year like strengthen my relationship with God, lose weight, and overall be a better person. But somehow I manage to forget those come oh I don't know sometime early than February. This year I want to concentrate on one thing that I think will really improve my life and that won't be too hard to remember or even do. If you know much about me, you know I've been hurting a lot in relationships lately. Some of it is certainly self-inflicted from stupid decisions, but some wasn't. But that's not the point. Today I heard a really thought-provoking song at work called, "What Might Have Been" by Little Texas. I'm going to try and remember to post a link to it at the end. It was not the first time I had heard it but it really made me think today. The song is all about what could have been if this guy had ended up marrying someone else. And I realized that sometimes I think about that. Not intentionally, but it's hard not to. So here's the point: I'm going to work on not thinking about that anymore. I mean I can't change what happened in the past to work out how I used to dream they would. And honestly I don't want it to happen that way anymore. The other guys I have dated should have no impact on my life anymore. I'm ready to let go of them all. Kinda like Matthew McConaughey in Ghosts of Girlfriends Past except the opposite. All thinking of this stuff is going to do is poison the current relationship you are in. I'm in an amazing relationship with boy I don't ever want to picture life without. I don't want to ruin that by time-to-time thinking about what would have happened if I was still with so-and-so. So it's definitely time to forget about the pain, love, and other feelings that have to do with those other guys. I mean God is definitely sovereign and there is a reason my life is different right now than what I might have predicted a year ago. I'm positive that once I completely let go of all this, my relationship with Ryan will be so much more amazing that it is right now and more amazing than I could even dream about right now!<br />And maybe this doesn't only have to do with relationships. There are definitely times that my family or I moved and I didn't necessarily want to, but I got to not think about what could have happend if I had/or had not moved. I can still be friends with those people, but ultimately I need to move forward and let God have the control of my life to live a life that is blessed and fruitful as a Christian that could compare to no other lifestyle as well as just being content with the life that I currently live.<br /><br />Anyways, happy new year to you all. Let's make 2010 a great year to be alive!<br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEE3ycDH9_8">"What Might Have Been" by Little Texas</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-58284961537049401512009-12-24T17:21:00.002-05:002009-12-24T17:26:56.280-05:00Merry ChristmasI doubt I will be getting on here tomorrow be posting on my blog tomorrow to tell you all a Merry Christmas. So Merry Christmas to you now.<br />Here in Oklahoma we will certainly be having a white Christmas. With at least a foot of snow, this will be the whitest Christmas we will have had in a while. The wind is blowing very strongly right now that it is picking up the snow and blowing it across the yard.<br /><br />In other news if you haven't heard, I'm transferring to Cameron University here in Oklahoma. This was a hard decision but in the end it will save me a lot of money since I will be living at home again. We'll see how it goes. I already have a job and it is as a waitress at Cracker Barrel. School starts on the 11th and that's whats going on with me right now!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-46704218178581257052009-12-11T00:09:00.002-05:002009-12-11T00:12:07.381-05:00IntoxicationI wrote a poem a while back, but I never posted it. Mainly because the feelings surrounding it were too strong to be posted on the internet. But things with that person never worked out so the poem holds much less memory so it's safe to post it now I guess.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Intoxication</span><br />Your arms encircle me<br />Your voice gets lower<br />You pull me closer to you<br />And I slip into a happy dream<br /><br />I can feel your warm breath on my ear<br />I smile as you stroke my hair from my face<br />Blocking out awareness of my surroundings<br />You lean in and your cheek rubs mine.<br /><br />Thoughts of you swirl in my mind<br />When your nose brushes mind<br />My eyes close as our lips meet<br />All acts of a sweet expression of affectionAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-22623737064338764822009-11-23T10:00:00.004-05:002009-11-23T10:52:03.324-05:00CurveballNot every curveball is a bad thing. Sometimes it can be just the moment you needed to turn your life around. In fact, I'm wondering if they are really curveballs at all. Maybe they are just the circumstances in life that are headed to where you are supposed to be in life until they curve just to hit you on the head to kinda show you how far from where you are supposed to be you really are. Did that make any sense at all? I don't know. But anyways, curveballs seem to be able to take a variety of forms. Mine came in the form of a person, Ryan Adamson.<br />We've only been dating two weeks now, but they have been some of the best weeks of my life. They have changed how I view school, how homesick I am, and many other things. I look forward to everyday now even if there is homework or tests looming before me on that day.<br />I met Ryan through a mutual friend. She set us up on a date . I don't think either of us exactly expected things to work out, but were excited about giving it a shot. Things did work out, and a little over a week later we were dating. Things have been seriously amazing.<br />On another note, Thanksgiving has its pros and cons this year. I am spending it in Big Spring with my grandparents and my family is coming down. I am so excited to see them since I have not since September, but I will have to go almost 4 days without seeing Ryan. Hopefully that phrase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" proves to be true in this situation. But regardless, it will be a wonderful time.<br />Finals start the 6th and I will finish the 10th. Hard to believe another semester is coming to a close.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkdPPwbps5ACZo9Xv9KLN_gYGV8FkhfIjYWvvSXRthCE6xf7Gm56YNItTNTEmRu33u3NzETe3CcEyjPeMPsC6jvjivE8SEkrGN5VWTIOUoYKScrp4QCTPLT2zg7KN-YJUYt3i47yCm0qw/s1600/P1010099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkdPPwbps5ACZo9Xv9KLN_gYGV8FkhfIjYWvvSXRthCE6xf7Gm56YNItTNTEmRu33u3NzETe3CcEyjPeMPsC6jvjivE8SEkrGN5VWTIOUoYKScrp4QCTPLT2zg7KN-YJUYt3i47yCm0qw/s320/P1010099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407316897360155298" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-12411169015341719072009-10-22T11:04:00.002-04:002009-10-22T11:16:11.898-04:00SickI feel like a lazy bum. I have spent much of the past 1-1/2 weeks in bed. It started out with the flu. I went to the University Health Clinic 3 times in 4 days. Unfortunately that didn't do much for me. The first time they just told me to take tylenol and gave me some sore throat drops. The second time they told me to go buy some sudafed. The third time they told me I would be better soon. All of these times they told me to keep drinking fluids and get plenty of rest. The last time that I went there was on Friday. Over the weekend I still was not getting any better.<br />Monday morning I called and tried to make an appointment with a real doctor, but they were all out of appointments. The Air Force base gave me a referral to a community walk-in clinic. But by the time I actually felt like going over there they were not taking any new patients for the day. <br />I got up the next morning and went to the clinic again. I waited in the waiting room for 2-1/2 hours before I could be seen. Finally they took a look at me. They did a chest x-ray and a flu swab. The flu swab came out negative, but the chest x-ray provided some results. The flu that I had had the week before had developed into a bad case of bronchitis and the early stages of pneumonia. Something that Im pretty sure would never have been caught if I had kept going to the University clinic. The doctor gave me a shot of antibiotics as well as prescribed me some antibiotics, some decongestant, and some heavy cough syrup. Two pharmacies later I was finally feeling like I would be getting better soon.<br />So far I have missed 8 at least partial days of classes, and more days of work than that. I am supposed to be able to go back to school today, but still not feeling strong enough for that so hopefully tomorrow.<br />Thank you all for your prayers for those of you who know I was sick.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-19444302939188651852009-09-21T16:42:00.002-04:002009-09-21T17:01:29.297-04:00Sept. 11 Memories.Ok. I actually wrote this on Sept. 11. (in Governemnt class....shhhh....) but i did not get around to posting it until now. Not that it matters. It never hurts to remember the bravery of the individuals of that day.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where Were You:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span> Almost every American remembers where they were when they heard the news that flashed across the TVs in American homes. These hijackings set in motion an intensity of emotion that some citizens were unaware could arise. First came a feeling of shock How could someone manage to execute this plan in America? Before this time, Americans had a false sense of security. We are supposedly one of the strongest nations in the world. Who would dare to mess with us?<br /> I think the next feeling was fear. Who was attacking us? If they dared to attack us where did they come from and what else was planned? Are my loved ones ok? Will they be able to rescue any survivors? We all thought of the people we knew that lived in New York or in Washington D.C and wondered how it affected them. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Another feeling was rage. Anger for putting our security and liberty in jeopardy. Angry that someone would dare to take the lives of so many people for the sake of the terrorist's jihad. <br /> But through this mess of emotion one feeling should have and did stand out: patriotism. United by the feelings of shock, fear, and anger, Americans came together. One feeling possibly not thought of when the Taliban leaders were planning these attacks. A necessity for justice overwhelmed Americans as well as grief for those who were lost that day. These<br /> However, I believe that as Americans moved farther away from this day, they forgot the feelings they had. We complain because of the strict airport travel regulations. We are pulling troops from Iraq and possibly Afghanistan. Before we do this, I think we should really stop and examine and make sure that we have finished what we set out to accomplish there.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>I realize that Iraq may or may not have had much to do with the Sept 11 events, but we still are fighting a war there and are trying to stabilize their economy to prevent future damage. Should we really pull out?<br /> September 11, 2001 is a day that should never be forgotten. If we do, it will be that easy for an event like September 11 to happen again. As Americans we must remember the feeling of patriotism that we felt eight years ago. We should stop letting our political differences damage the friendships and feeling of unity that we could have. We must never forget September 11.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-1060354206236458372009-08-31T00:30:00.002-04:002009-08-31T00:33:25.565-04:00HomesickHey everyone. I would appreciate prayers right now. I'm so homesick it's not funny. I'm making friends here too. I really don't understand. I'm relatively happy here at school, but I constanstly find myself yearning for home. I feel as if I have no one to love here, and no one to love me. So please pray cuz I can't do this much longer. Thanks. Love you all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-72972220257544217082009-08-25T23:01:00.004-04:002009-08-25T23:05:20.021-04:00More PoetryThank you to my inspiration. You are so amazing!!!! <3 <3 <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Rubberband<br /><br />Thoughts of you are foremost in my mind<br />Brought to mind by an item oh so commonplace<br />Simply a reminder of yet another day<br />Another day you lit a smile on my face<br />Bringing to mind the laughter we shared<br />Looking at this simple band on my wrist<br />A bright ray of sunshine streams into my heart<br />Flooding my soul with streams of warm emotion.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-67195800529551887252009-08-12T21:14:00.010-04:002009-08-12T21:57:59.669-04:00Texas boundI am sitting in my hotel room in Clinton, Mississippi thinking about all that has transpired since I last posted. It's been quite a lot. I'll start with last Saturday.<br /><br />Last <span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday</span>-It was my last day working at chick-fil-a waugh chapel. I'm not really sure you are supposed to be that upset when you leave your job, but whenever your coworkers at your job have become your second family, you are bound to get upset. It's harder than it was last time I went to college. I have grown closer to many of the people there, partly as a result of me coming out of my shell quite a bit over the past year. Also, I knew last time that I would be coming back. This time I am not so sure. Anyways, it was a great day for the most part. I guess as good as it could be. Kayla brought in pink roses, and a little stuffed monkey and a balloon for me. And Tina made me a special gameplan and had everyone sign the back of it. I took my camera to work that day and the day before in order to get pictures with a lot of my friends there. Three o'clock came all too quickly, and I was soon clocking out for the last time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday</span>-I played Chick-fil-a soccer, and then went to Rita's and hung out with Andy, Ariel, and Bryan P. I had swedish fish rita's. It sounds weird I know, but it was so good. Plus they give you a package of Swedish fish so it's even better. :) Afterwards, I went with my family to meet our friends the Kinkades who we had not seen in 3 years. It was great to see them again. After that, I went to Joey's house to watch a movie with him, Ruthanne and Mike called the soloist. Fairly good movie, but not a favorite. All that was left for the day was staying up till four in the morning to do all that packing I had been procrastinating about.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday</span>-I had to get up at 7 to be able to sell my textbooks from summer school at the college. Then came home, finished packing, and loaded up my car. The rest of the day was perfect. Really perfect. Too perfect to even write about. But I did get very upset when I to tell someone special goodbye. My spirits were lifted when I hung out with Tim and Aaron in the pouring down rain in the Chick-Fil-A parking lot. They were fun to be with and made me laugh even though I had to tell them bye too. I got soaked standing outside, but honestly it felt so good. It almost seemed to wash away all the stress and worries. By the time I left there I was laughing. Then I went to Kayla's for the night.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday</span>-Said bye to Kayla. :'( Picked up my uniforms at the cleaners, dropped them off at chick-fil-a. Ate breakfast at chick-fil-a and said a final goodbye to the people working. I love that the last familiar face I saw in Maryland was Tina's smiling face waving goodbye from the drive-thru window. I miss that place. I drove down to Potomac Mills to meet Mom. From there we drove to Greenville, SC. It was a very emotional day. There were times that I got so incredibly sad just thinking about the fact that I was leaving. Songs would come on the radio that I would sing at Chick-fil-a with my friends and I would have to switch the station. It was hard.<br />Wednesday (today)-Left South Carolina. I am doing better emotionally. I wish I was at Chick-fil-a working right now instead of in a hotel room bloggin but I am trying to be happy about this. I need to make friends in San Angelo, and people are not going to want to be friends with someone who is depressed. In other news, I decided Alabama is beautiful. Really beautiful. As far as the atmosphere goes, I am glad to be back in the SOUTH!! Even though Maryland is technically considered the South by some people, I'm sorry it's just not the same. I had Sonic for the first time since I left last year. It was so good! I have some pictures that I've taken along the way....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZ5zDjF8yH34NulxKL32asT0TNF2Zu_p-nBJwOnDoPovfUwh1Dg9fEGkkbBr-m630QbR4jaiaG-u9Uh9QFsA2KalrWlH1rtPDWM7yJQIiYsZCFx0Qf6dLIskCNCDmU1QhB1XKC2A_e0oH/s1600-h/0810091228-00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZ5zDjF8yH34NulxKL32asT0TNF2Zu_p-nBJwOnDoPovfUwh1Dg9fEGkkbBr-m630QbR4jaiaG-u9Uh9QFsA2KalrWlH1rtPDWM7yJQIiYsZCFx0Qf6dLIskCNCDmU1QhB1XKC2A_e0oH/s320/0810091228-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369258828148630290" border="0" /></a><br />Me On Monday<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdphzg4Q4YUEd20izRMcBrJNsdOLDeaeyttak2BV3_Cuu_D6_cp7WcIN4Nc7t37nSEu6NHQfaMvHMfYHlAy1qkWOwnOLpfR7zB9KUyOa73dSZnMiZNCYxwEWooWxT79LhiBjxUx0OuxlM/s1600-h/0811091842-00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdphzg4Q4YUEd20izRMcBrJNsdOLDeaeyttak2BV3_Cuu_D6_cp7WcIN4Nc7t37nSEu6NHQfaMvHMfYHlAy1qkWOwnOLpfR7zB9KUyOa73dSZnMiZNCYxwEWooWxT79LhiBjxUx0OuxlM/s320/0811091842-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369259430112173858" border="0" /></a><br />South Carolina-my windshield is filthy I know.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXTRK4Qu0YZ4LM-kxc8ZJf-rqxrEav3XKtEKGgOTgcXLBB_WQI1zE905Pj88tTuFuxD3ubmVE6TjFFO3oz69Con7sp1MJdLqh4BFYIsVzVGvVb2mk6pT0zervwNxUfTT4Q4ua9pxIu-Up/s1600-h/0811091910-00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXTRK4Qu0YZ4LM-kxc8ZJf-rqxrEav3XKtEKGgOTgcXLBB_WQI1zE905Pj88tTuFuxD3ubmVE6TjFFO3oz69Con7sp1MJdLqh4BFYIsVzVGvVb2mk6pT0zervwNxUfTT4Q4ua9pxIu-Up/s320/0811091910-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369259844454461058" border="0" /></a><br />South Carolina Again.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX292S0aS5-twYWdgb4rSdnoO9OARysvX3Byapab_pW8tEVaHsfjbn4IA2i5SA_6zETglDc2uPhIoROTl3YNdds_4v1mZL8h7i7MjJhzOg9jTxg2bSXcxrql-_TEpoeNQ2YpyM5tx-3ZSU/s1600-h/0812091125-00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX292S0aS5-twYWdgb4rSdnoO9OARysvX3Byapab_pW8tEVaHsfjbn4IA2i5SA_6zETglDc2uPhIoROTl3YNdds_4v1mZL8h7i7MjJhzOg9jTxg2bSXcxrql-_TEpoeNQ2YpyM5tx-3ZSU/s320/0812091125-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369260227868282898" border="0" /></a><br />ATLANTA! HOME OF CHICK-FIL-A<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLqbGVCH0l4_sGi2sYc5cqWE7bn-2zmOnay3wY2YtrLdl0satAGHt4diq6Q3iREoWqLi0Razb88xWGkwMsnn33qNkzoWE7JajqbqSFRLhaskFiEOGJqXyQV4niBNj7JZVM5rlyWrNQJee/s1600-h/0812091157-00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLqbGVCH0l4_sGi2sYc5cqWE7bn-2zmOnay3wY2YtrLdl0satAGHt4diq6Q3iREoWqLi0Razb88xWGkwMsnn33qNkzoWE7JajqbqSFRLhaskFiEOGJqXyQV4niBNj7JZVM5rlyWrNQJee/s320/0812091157-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369260476998285250" border="0" /></a><br />Favorite State So Far is ALABAMA!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFu1xz00X5UISqFUcRNIDgWzSqm25jPmcEJDUqNzisxTGU4wx5nJmDtN6-yncTfn4gu-A0Eh6JYO6yKwXuKUNOYESSMI2CcVyDVy9auJGYXlRv3RgH09n6Gl70Be3XVFopv_XnGqeNdM40/s1600-h/0811091949-00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFu1xz00X5UISqFUcRNIDgWzSqm25jPmcEJDUqNzisxTGU4wx5nJmDtN6-yncTfn4gu-A0Eh6JYO6yKwXuKUNOYESSMI2CcVyDVy9auJGYXlRv3RgH09n6Gl70Be3XVFopv_XnGqeNdM40/s320/0811091949-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369260658030166322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">THIS made my day. Car in South Carolina. Hard Core Rap was playing. Wondering if I could get my car to look like that. ^_^<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-64890064460667433092009-08-01T16:27:00.002-04:002009-08-01T16:32:52.062-04:00So Much To Do...So Little MotivationWell i just got off work and I have so much to do here at the house. Like pack, clean and get ready to move. But I cannot bring myself to do any of it. I feel like if I don't do it I could just push it off and never have to move. Yeah I know logically it won't work. But I seriously don't know if I can do it. Everytime I start to pack or think about packing I get incredibly sad and I don't work well when I am sad. So hopefully I can get some motivation worked up. <br />As far as the move goes, I am doing better, but I am still dreading it. I have kinda changed my mindset to the fact that there is no way around this move at the moment so I might as well try to be happy about it. I'm trying to remember the things I love about Texas. Like the fresh tortillas and salsa. My family and the friends I still have there. The country accents, and the cowboy boots and hats. The mild winters. The way that thunderstorms can spring up in moments. But that does not change the feeling of family that I feel like I have established here. Things will be better, but pray for me this week if you think about it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-57037160673338982642009-07-26T22:07:00.002-04:002009-07-26T22:21:28.811-04:00Trials: Perspective and PurposeSo I went to church this morning and the sermon was amazing so I thought I would share some of the notes I took from it. It really applied to what I have been going through.<br /><br />The correct response to a trial is joy. Whenever we get to trials in life our perspective tends to shrine. We forget how BIG God i. We forget that He holds His children in his hands. That he will take care of our every need and that he knows how we will make it through the trial. He is not going to abandon us. The only way that we will feel abandoned is if we turn our back on God. Whether we walk through trials with our without God is our choice. This decision will determine the outcome of the trial, the feelings we will have during this trial, and whether we "win" or "lose."<br />We are not told that we MIGHT face trials or IF we face trials. It says WHEN. WHEN we face trials. We can't live life without expecting there to be hard times. Their will be. It's a promise. <br />Determine what your focus should be and what your perspective should be. Keep your focus and perspective right and it will e much easier to make it through the trial. Our outlook on the trial determines the outcome. Trials are not meant to break us. They are meant to make us stronger by testing our faith. The testing of our faith develops perseverance. Perseverance in turn allows us to develop into more mature Christians, mature and complete. It's very easy to trust God when things are going well. It gets difficult when things are bad. <br />The pastor asked a question at the beginning of the sermon-Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean? <br />The meaning of this question:<br />To begin with a carrot is strong, durable, and not easily broken. But place this in boiling water for a little while and it becomes weak and soft. This symbolizes someone who begins a trial strong, but allows the trial to get to them and eventually are worn done by it.<br />The egg has a thin but hard outer shell, but liquid inside. When it is placed in boiling water it gets hard on the inside. It symbolizes someone who goes into a trial weak, but by the time their faith has finished being tested they have become a stronger person.<br />The coffee bean starts out being strong, not easily broken, and has a good smell. When you place it in boiling water, it retains its aroma, is left with a good taste, and you can still pick out the coffee bean and it will still be hard and durable. This is a picture of someone who starts off well, but finishes even stronger. <br />Now the application is to determine whether the trials are going to cause us to be a coffee bean, an egg, or a carrot. Am I going to get stronger and better or am I going to allow myself to wilt? <br />God can bless us even in the midst of life's trials if we will only let him. The only correct response to trials is joy. <br /><br />Sermon was by Mark Tanious, Asst. Pastor of Grace Baptist Church, Bowie.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-22465661312910806522009-07-21T20:03:00.003-04:002009-07-21T20:19:18.661-04:00MovingWith less than three weeks left in Maryland, much of my thoughts are turned to my upcoming move. At the very beginning of the summer, I was looking forward to this move. I was going back to Texas the only state that at the time had any worth to me. But over the summer, I have realized how much I love the life I am living here. What changed? I don't even know if I can even name all the things that changed. It was such a gradual change, and i didn't fully realize the extent of my feelings toward this move until I had a chance to stay here. <br />I thought I had found a way I could afford to stay here. I thought I could work it out at work and manage my finances so that I could afford to rent an apartment on my own and be able to make it here on my own. And though I might could, there is too much unknown. I might could make it here, but I'm not for sure and so I have decided not to risk it. <br />Therefore, it is back to the original plan. I gave notice at work yesterday. My last day is August 8th. I'm leaving a good job, a church, and friends, especially a few VERY close ones. I can't help think that I am leaving behind me the best few months of my life. I can only hope the best will get better. I have an unexplainable feeling that I am making the right decision, but I am afraid that the next few months will be extremely hard. I am scared of starting school that I have never even set foot on, having to find a job in this tough economy, finding a new church, and making new friends. This has to be the hardest move ever. And I am pretty sure it is because for the first time I have the choice of whether or not to move. Before it has always been that the army has told dad where to go and as a family we followed. Although I do feel like this is the right choice, I guess my main underlying feeling is fear apart from the wish not to leave the people here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-17269620948957798992009-07-03T23:27:00.002-04:002009-07-03T23:37:29.461-04:00Catch-upHey everyone,<br />I put pictures of philadelphia trip up at www.photos.google.com/dreamingdaisy. Check em out. Right now I am in Boston with the family for the weekend. We got a really nice hotel here. Today we walked around downtown, took a trolley tour of the area, and did a self-guided walking tour of Harvard University. Man that campus is nice. Made me want to go there. Tomorrow we are taking a bus tour through New Hampshire and Maine. I'm so excited!!!<br />Now I want to digress to an experience that I had about a week ago. I had to go to the doctor to discuss my iron levels with my doctor. As I was sitting in the pharmacy waiting room, I noticed a little boy sitting in an aisle in front of me. He had about 5 strings of Twizzlers in his hand. He was so cute that I couldn't help but watch him. He had a mischievous smile that lit up his face. You could tell that he was enjoying life. Anyways, I watched him for a little while. His mom noticed me watching him, and she soon got into a conversation with my mom. That alone is rare in this area, as it seems like strangers don't talk to each other. But we were on a military base so that's an explanation for that. But when I went up to the window to get my medicine, the little boy came up to my mom and gave her a Twizzler to give to me. It was so sweet of him. Anyways, it made me wish that I found life as simple as that little boy seemed to view life. All that was on his mind right then was his Twizzlers. He seemed to find the beauty of life and lived life in the moment instead of worrying about the future or the past. Anyways, the little boy made a profound impression on me and I thought I would share it with you. <br /><br />HAPPY JULY 4th TOMORROW!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-34661965543245451802009-05-29T02:06:00.001-04:002009-05-29T02:10:43.748-04:00New Poetry<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sleepless<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know I need to sleep tonight,<br />But thoughts of you keep me awake.<br />I saw a picture of you today.<br />Saw the smile that lit your face.<br />Saw your eyes that shone with joy.<br />And I wonder what made you smile?<br />Wishing I might know the reason.<br />That I too might smile,<br />Forced to be content with your memory<br />To light the smile on my face instead<br />As I surrender to sleep tonight.<br /></span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-15449484752053115572009-05-26T23:59:00.005-04:002009-05-27T00:36:23.004-04:00Life Right Now.Hey everyone.<br />So my family just got back from a mini vacation to Philadelphia and I will try to post a synopsis of that and some pictures later today or tomorrow.<br />Right now I want to talk about something I'm battling right now. It's called depression.<br />Yeah unfortunately for much of last week I was either battling or experiencing severe depression. Well severe for me anyways. I've been dealing with it pretty much all semester, but I guess I was so busy that I didn't notice or that I didn't have the time to let it get me down. Well, it pretty much has.<br />There's been a couple of reasons for this.<br />I've kinda lately been feeling like it is time to go back to college. Like back to an actual college. I miss the dorm life and being surrounded by college students. Also, I'm ready to be back in Texas in general. Maryland has been great, and I enjoy my friends here and activities, but Texas just feels like home.<br />Air Force Stuff-Good news! I took my AFOQT (Air Force Officer's Qualifying Test) and passed with a 77. I needed a 15 to pass. Unfortunately I have a difficult decision to make about the Air Force program. Do I want to say in? Not really, but the potential benefits are so overwhelming that it pretty much defies all logic to leave the program. The Question? Do I follow logic or follow my desire to be out in the civillian world?<br />I'm spiritually dry. I went from being very spiritually active last semester while I was at DBU to be very inactive this semester. Yes, a lot of it prolly had to do with the fact that I was no longer required to attend chapel three days a week, have a New Testament class three days a week, and a Developing a Christian mind class one day a week on top of church every week, but it still has been hard this semester. Everything started off great, but as the semester got busier, and homeowrk assignments became due, I started leaving off the stuff that I should have held onto tighter. And I can pretty much feel the impact of this in every other area of my life. Yeah not good. Plus I really miss my church in Dallas.<br />Then there's the age old relationship stuff. It's nothing new. I'm just trying to work out heart issues cuz right now I'm pretty lonely. Hopefully this time around I will learn to focus on God and school and work and let God bring the perfect guy into the picture instead of hoping for the guy to come into my life each day. It's like the quote that is becoming cliche thanks to facebook-<br />"Dance with God and He will let the perfect man cut in." Hopefully I can learn that. Probably not, but maybe. Meanwhile I'll have material for new poetry.<br />I may have some mild health problems as well. For one thing, the migraines that I thought I was pretty much done with have started coming back. Not really sure why. As well as some stomach/nausea problems. <br />So anyways. This week is going to be busy since my first summer class starts so hopefully that will help keep my mind off the problems that plagued me last week. Algebra. Ugh. But pictures and stories from Philly coming soon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-54748586688648579612009-05-13T16:47:00.002-04:002009-05-13T16:50:32.165-04:00True BeautySo I was trying to write a scholarship essay. I thought the topic was defining real beauty, but once I got writing I kinda got off the real topic of who is the most beautiful woman to me. So it didn't turn out so good for the essay contest, but it makes for a good blog entry. Unfortunately there's not cash with blogging.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">TRUE BEAUTY<br /></div><br /> Today there is a great deal of focus on the outside characteristics of a woman. We elevate our pop stars and celebrity models in our culture. Young girls, teenagers, and young women look at magazines often times and wish they looked as pretty as the girls on the covers. I think our society also pushes women to look like the girls in the commercials and magazines. Society want women’s faces to be flawless, be thin , have the perfect tan, and own the perfect wardrobe. True beauty is not, however, what can be seen on the outside. <br /> True beauty is more than just appearance. It involves several aspects that will set you apart from other people. It includes a devotion to truth and what you believe. A woman with true beauty does not compromise to be like everyone else. She will have compassion for those less fortunate. She will always desire to be kind, but also have a strong drive to succeed in life. A woman with true beauty values the family and friendships that surround her. She does not base her self-worth on the opinions of others, but instead carries confidence within herself, which is evident by the smile of confidence that can be seen on her face in most situations. A woman with true beauty does try to look nice and will try to stay up-to-date in the fashion trends, but she will do so with a style that expresses her personality instead of only what is trendy at the moment. Furthermore, she does so to improve herself and to look her best at all times, not to impress the world. <br /> Solomon is thought by many to be the wisest man that ever lived. In his collection of proverbs, he includes a description of a virtuous woman. Many of the characteristics that are included in this description apply to my description of a virtuous woman as well. One thing that is emphasized here is her desire to work both in the home for her family and also to earn money. She puts in long hours to ensure that her family’s needs are met and that there is enough cash flowing into the household. Another thing that is included is the fact that she plans ahead. A woman with true beauty is not often caught unaware because she pays attention to her surroundings and plans for the future. Solomon says that a virtuous woman is adorned with honor and is respected and praised by those who know her well. This ties in very well with a woman of true beauty.<br /> Appreciating true beauty comes when someone appreciates the beauty that is found on the outside, but in the end is concerned with the person’s inner characteristics. Too many times, I believe society pushes away people that may not be that glamorous on the outside and never really get to know the amazing person that lies underneath the person’s shell. If, as a society, we paid more attention to the inside characteristics of women and people in general, we would most likely elevate the less corrupt people to high positions. This could revolutionize our business, our politics, our family lives, our nation, and indirectly the world.<br /> True beauty is not sought after by women nearly enough these days. Instead, women seek after the shallow characteristics that can only be seen on the outside. The real beauty, however, comes after finding the gem that is rarely found underneath a woman’s exterior.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-84144666118772034212009-05-11T14:49:00.001-04:002009-05-11T14:50:40.233-04:00Update SoonI'm working on an update. I am in the middle of finals week right now and I will get one out the end of this week. Promise. It's been way too long since I blogged.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-40176636881271956362009-03-24T12:22:00.004-04:002009-03-24T12:38:07.752-04:00I'm Sorry....What is the Name of This Game We Are Playing?So time for a slightly thoughtful post...<br /><br />I've been thinking about this game that for many is a constant emotional rollercoaster. Now I can't say how this goes for adults cuz I do not have that experience. But it seems to me that for young people we are losing sight of what is really important in a relationship. I hear constantly from people around me what attracts them to member of the opposite gender. I think we have distorted what love is and have commercialized it.<br />Girls now feel the need to go tanning, wear the latest fashions, be super slim, have plastic surgery, and countless other things all so they can look better for whoever it is that they are trying to impress. From lack of experience I don't know as many things on the guy's part. But guys pay for a gym membership (okay so that's probably not the only reason) and worry about how nice their cars are (again probably not the only reason). But still we have taken love and made it fit the the commercialized beat of America. Is there nothing that can be done without the commercialization? Love isn't about whether your body is the perfect hue of golden brown, or whether you paid $100 for your outfit or $30000 dollars for your car. We do this all so that maybe one person will glance over at you and then stop to take a second look. We have changed our view of love to where it relates to the outside of a person instead of looking at the inside of a person. Many times now we say love when we mean infatuated or attracted. They mean completely different things. Don't "fall in love" just because the guy across the room locked eyes with you, and then came over and started flirting with you. Fall in love with someone because of their character. Until that happens, your relationships will be empty and eventually will become meaningless.<br />Maybe I'm wrong. But that's my opinion. Too many relationships now are just a game. A game of trying to keep up an image instead of letting the other person get to know the real you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-54955929312967248392009-03-21T01:35:00.005-04:002009-03-21T01:53:22.527-04:00First Day of SpringAt 7:44 this morning, the world officially started the spring season of 2009. Winter has dragged on enough according to the calendar. If only we could get rid of the winter weather. Although the temperatures have been fairly warm the past few days, and we are looking at warm temperatures the next few days, they are still slightly cooler than what I feel is normal for spring. But then again...where have I lived most of my life? Yeah it kinda makes sense.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Round here, the first day of spring is viewed almost as a major holiday. No they do not get a day off school or work, but it is filled with local flavor. For example, Rita's Ice Cream shops all served free ice cream today with no strings attached to start the season off in style. Radio stations announced spring the moment the season changed. Marylanders have had enough of the cold, dreary, rainy, snowy, and gray days. I believe I speak for the majority of us when I say we are ready for blue skies, warm sunshine, and white clouds. Here are some pictures from last spring to help with the celebration.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3abUtAIKXXPRmTtJD6N0OvBzJ2ZSRwBu9C_fQNLyUbourGQOS-IcDF7vDhvHYDkxuXvsp2xxcNVzqpIXcE4ZdC43RfcB19A9a6qCe_xO7JL2Ubkk6sJvdVK944lyWLw1S5tCw5BdD7Sgo/s1600-h/BellFlowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3abUtAIKXXPRmTtJD6N0OvBzJ2ZSRwBu9C_fQNLyUbourGQOS-IcDF7vDhvHYDkxuXvsp2xxcNVzqpIXcE4ZdC43RfcB19A9a6qCe_xO7JL2Ubkk6sJvdVK944lyWLw1S5tCw5BdD7Sgo/s320/BellFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315514261001292994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2GRtOptv-jutrt9ujN9BZyzLOoQJEfk1TFC-lUqks6be4xoehU7PCHaSonkMH019a7Fp33Wm_Hr-RA1f-9k946R73xwhfG1S4NYwkt8A0d40w1Squo6tDDKdaMwkLWLEAVBsTHorb3np/s1600-h/Catepillar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2GRtOptv-jutrt9ujN9BZyzLOoQJEfk1TFC-lUqks6be4xoehU7PCHaSonkMH019a7Fp33Wm_Hr-RA1f-9k946R73xwhfG1S4NYwkt8A0d40w1Squo6tDDKdaMwkLWLEAVBsTHorb3np/s320/Catepillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315514262126350658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbo3V_Rzx7Up09O-hKGCS6z92-zUv5MzmBWZc67SK37V2VjpRRqN0T_EXNsAzCMSORffms7ly7-piemItB0CYBsurL5xQF6qZ4pSfbB3yYrKZe4DSS5C_v-jxcZlYZmIVWkNxgbnlgjbX/s1600-h/blades.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbo3V_Rzx7Up09O-hKGCS6z92-zUv5MzmBWZc67SK37V2VjpRRqN0T_EXNsAzCMSORffms7ly7-piemItB0CYBsurL5xQF6qZ4pSfbB3yYrKZe4DSS5C_v-jxcZlYZmIVWkNxgbnlgjbX/s320/blades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315514259665832754" border="0" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187351105204584172.post-85253667383333055762009-02-23T18:58:00.003-05:002009-02-23T20:23:21.542-05:00Did You Know?In the spirit of nutrition class, I am going to post some random nutrition that you might find interesting. These all come from my textbook.<br />1. Females in general have more taste buds than males.<br />2. Most native Americans, Chinese, and Southeast Asians are thought to be lactose intolerant.<br />3. Pasta is actually a Chinese food dating from the first century. Marco Polo imported them into Italy in the 1300s.<br />4. Not sure what this has to do with nutrition but companion comes from the latin word companio which means one who shares bread.<br />5. Honey and Karo Syrup are dangerous for babies because they contain spores of the bacterium Clostridium botulinum, they should never be fred to infants younger than one year of age. Infants do not produce as much stomach acid as older children and adults, so these spores can germinate in an infant's GI tract and cause botulism, a deadly foodborne illness.<br />6. Aspartame has methanol in it. YUM!<br />7. Make sure you carry beano with you if you plan on eating Jerusalem artichoke...it's worse than beans. ;)<br />8. Salt can do more than just make your food taste salty. Salt also supresses the bitter flavors in foods. When combined with chocolate in a chocolate-covered pretzel, for example, the salt bocks some of the bitter flavor, making the chocolate taste sweeter.<br />9. Only about one-third of our population are believed to have experienced a brain freeze.<br />10. Some African groups used to eat clay because of believed nutritional content. When analyzed, clay was found to be high in calcium, magnesium, potassium, copper, zinc and iron. However, when it goes through the GI tract, clay soil reduces the absorption of iron copper, and zinc.<br />11. Pica is often associated with pregnancy but not always. It is the natural craving for nonfood items such as dirt clay or laundry starch.<br />12.Puffer fish is a delicacy in Japan because it is dangerous to eat because of the poison. The risk is part of the adventure of eating it. When prepared properly, it is supposed to give eaters no more than a slight numbing feeling, but it can be life threatening.<br />13. A 6-oz can of tuna usually only holds 3.75 to 4 ounces of tuna because of the water in the tuna.<br />14. White on your nails does not necessarily mean a vitamin deficiency. Sometimes it may only be a slight injury to your nail that gave you the white spot.<br /><br />Well that's all I have for now. Maybe I will find more interesting things as I continue through the semester.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415632542832291078noreply@blogger.com2