New Things: First time to write two blogs in one sitting
Ever since college I have had a clear passion to work in inner city ministry. I came to seminary seeking to be trained in counseling so I would be biblically prepared to give sound counsel and hope to those that are not always in the Church's radar. It brought tears to my eyes to see the Church's support in the Dean Road's ministry in college. Parents were getting out of jail, getting jobs, going to church, singing children's choir songs with their children, joining us in bible club, coming to upward basketball games, hearing the gospel. There was such much more that I needed to do but didn't know how.
Once I got to seminary, I began to sift through my options as a biblical counselor. Not many for the female population and even fewer in the Church. I do not oppose the Baptist stance on men pastors but I do understand there is not much opportunity. As I traveled my desire to be in the inner city grew as I experienced bigger cities and more people. I was not going to hate God sending me to New York, Chicago, Seattle, or even Africa. I just want to be with people. I got the question all the time "What are you going to do after school?" As always I would say "Live life with people".
I began to seriously pray about some of my concerns about finding a job that allow me to do what I believe God has gifted me to do and given me a passion for. Most ministries I have researched required me to raise my own support. I am not against raising money for ministry but I am terrible at it. And even though God can stretch me in my faith, I right now do not feel like God is asking me to do that. I also really desired a big city where I could work a full time job with benefits. I don't need a lot of money but I do desire to be a big girl and not rely on my parents for anything financially out of honor for their service to me. They have given so much to me and did so gladly because they support my education and desires in ministry. But bless their hearts if I didn't recognize their sacrifice for me.
Up until last week I had no leads on a job. I had some ideas of places I could apply. I didn't really want to stay at the YMCA mostly because I see what a full time position there does to a person's schedule. I was just hoping God would show up. He knew I was struggling. I'm fearful of what's after school. I'm fearful of failing or not figuring it out. But God was so good this week. Within 24 hrs I had a boss and professor suggest to me and recommend that I apply for full time positions they had heard about. Even if neither were actually possibilities, it is so good to know God is concerned with what I'm concerned. He has not forgotten my worries.
I prefer one of the jobs over the other just because it really would fit within the specifics I have brought before God about a future job. It would definitely fit within the realm of my dream job. I would be blessed and challenged. However the other job is the unknown and unfamiliar. I don't have as much experience but it may be even better than what I can imagine. I'm just grateful God is in my struggle with me.
All this to say, my prayer is what has kept in a state of thanksgiving when I could be freakin out. My prayers remind me to that God is working in the things that matter to me and worry me. He is sovereign in my circumstances. He has a plan and a means. He is God who answers.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Mute Sheep
New things: Kumquats, dark chocolate edamame, Salt water taffy (I need to try something besides foods), NCAA Bracket
I really have no way of explaining a comment like "mute sheep". You just had to be there. You get 7 girls in circle talking about life, scary cats, and mute sheep and there's no telling what the point of it all is. But the thing I appreciate about these 7 girls is the ease in conversation. New jobs, stresses in life, friends that don't know God. We can laugh, tease, dance, drink coffee, challenge one another, ask questions, speak truth, and in the end there's no place I'd rather be. We sat there for hours talking, knowing each other. There is a point to these conversations but I'm pretty sure you would be jealous.
I have always been blessed to have a group of girls that I know will always be there, support me and love me no matter where I am. I grew up with a group of girls in Birmingham that in every way possible clashed except for the fact we fit perfectly. I have been in most of their weddings. I hope they'll be in mine. I'm visiting on the holidays stoked to see their children or homes while we gather to truly fellowship and know one another again. Now that I'm off in a new state, I'm not forgotten. They check up on me, love me in crisis, and are eager for my graduation. I love you b'ham girls.
In college, I a few groups of friends. All were highly infuential in my life for one reason or another. I was in some of those weddings too. Besides my college roommate I don't keep up with many of my college friends but for that time in my life they were God sent. College transformed my life. The Church took on a whole new meaning in the way I dealt with sin in my life. I experienced things that I have yet to get over. My degree was one of the least important things that I gained from college. My college roommate was also a friend from Birmingham. During college she became a sister. We experienced so many things together, distance will never change that. I'm thankful for such solid friends.
I moved to NC for seminary. Leaving home that time was more difficult. I knew I was leaving people that loved and supported me but I had to have faith I was being obedient. I moved in to my dorm (which was disgusting and the first time I ever lived in a dorm), said bye to my dad, and all alone. The next day I got ready for orientation, joined the other few hundred newbies and felt alone... for about an hour. Loneliness was never a strong suit of mine. I picked out a girl to be friends with and said "I don't have any friends here yet, wanna be friends?" She said "yeah, I like your shoes". Match made. She, her roommate and I started searching for a church. We met a few other girls on the way and soon formed the Fab Five. Five turned into many like-minded girls ready to take on Raleigh. As we branched out as we met others, some are married, one having a child, all out of school (me in May). Jobs will take us different places. Our futures are still ahead of us. I've lived here for 5 years now and have a group of girls that I crave to spend time with. I'm incredibly blessed to have the support, encouragement and love.
I'm so thankful for all my friend near and far. I hope my friends know I think of them often and pray for them. I want nothing less than the goodness of God in their lives. There is such beauty in my friends because I know they are a gift from God.
I really have no way of explaining a comment like "mute sheep". You just had to be there. You get 7 girls in circle talking about life, scary cats, and mute sheep and there's no telling what the point of it all is. But the thing I appreciate about these 7 girls is the ease in conversation. New jobs, stresses in life, friends that don't know God. We can laugh, tease, dance, drink coffee, challenge one another, ask questions, speak truth, and in the end there's no place I'd rather be. We sat there for hours talking, knowing each other. There is a point to these conversations but I'm pretty sure you would be jealous.
I have always been blessed to have a group of girls that I know will always be there, support me and love me no matter where I am. I grew up with a group of girls in Birmingham that in every way possible clashed except for the fact we fit perfectly. I have been in most of their weddings. I hope they'll be in mine. I'm visiting on the holidays stoked to see their children or homes while we gather to truly fellowship and know one another again. Now that I'm off in a new state, I'm not forgotten. They check up on me, love me in crisis, and are eager for my graduation. I love you b'ham girls.
In college, I a few groups of friends. All were highly infuential in my life for one reason or another. I was in some of those weddings too. Besides my college roommate I don't keep up with many of my college friends but for that time in my life they were God sent. College transformed my life. The Church took on a whole new meaning in the way I dealt with sin in my life. I experienced things that I have yet to get over. My degree was one of the least important things that I gained from college. My college roommate was also a friend from Birmingham. During college she became a sister. We experienced so many things together, distance will never change that. I'm thankful for such solid friends.
I moved to NC for seminary. Leaving home that time was more difficult. I knew I was leaving people that loved and supported me but I had to have faith I was being obedient. I moved in to my dorm (which was disgusting and the first time I ever lived in a dorm), said bye to my dad, and all alone. The next day I got ready for orientation, joined the other few hundred newbies and felt alone... for about an hour. Loneliness was never a strong suit of mine. I picked out a girl to be friends with and said "I don't have any friends here yet, wanna be friends?" She said "yeah, I like your shoes". Match made. She, her roommate and I started searching for a church. We met a few other girls on the way and soon formed the Fab Five. Five turned into many like-minded girls ready to take on Raleigh. As we branched out as we met others, some are married, one having a child, all out of school (me in May). Jobs will take us different places. Our futures are still ahead of us. I've lived here for 5 years now and have a group of girls that I crave to spend time with. I'm incredibly blessed to have the support, encouragement and love.
I'm so thankful for all my friend near and far. I hope my friends know I think of them often and pray for them. I want nothing less than the goodness of God in their lives. There is such beauty in my friends because I know they are a gift from God.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Cookie Dough makes Everything Better
New Things: The Oxford, Got a planner and using it, Relish Restaurant
Today = Bad day... that is if I let it be a bad day.
We are out of control. I have no authority. I have only options I may present in any given situation but the options are only possibilities. One of my biggest fears is the children at work will one day realize I have no control over them. Once they know my limitations I'm sure they'll go "Lord of the Flies" on me. I resort to punishment or discipline but with hopes of change with little expectation. Today was one of those days!
I go to work (and my fault) I forget to set up someone to open with me. Kinda unsafe with the amount of responsibilities there is to open the program. Then the typical few kids that talk back, act out, get aggressive, and stubborn!! In frustration, I sit them down and make them listen to me (the ultimate punishment). I leave work in the morning, get in my car, and pick up my bag to look for my phone. The genius that I am pick it up by the zipper and it breaks off... awesome! Then I drive to starbucks with hopes of caffeine just before I start track out with 28 5 year olds.
On my way to track out all I could do was pray "God, please help me control my attitude" because I know that's all I can offer. I can't control the kids, my coffee, a broken purse, or work. I have to be obedient to God for my actions and trust in God for others' actions. And when things don't go according to plan, I check my heart, seek God, speak Truth and then let it go.
As my day went on, I lost my voice, got a crick in my neck, and dealt with crazy kids' parents. Nothing got better except my attitude... and it my attitude said I needed cookie dough.
Today = Bad day... that is if I let it be a bad day.
We are out of control. I have no authority. I have only options I may present in any given situation but the options are only possibilities. One of my biggest fears is the children at work will one day realize I have no control over them. Once they know my limitations I'm sure they'll go "Lord of the Flies" on me. I resort to punishment or discipline but with hopes of change with little expectation. Today was one of those days!
I go to work (and my fault) I forget to set up someone to open with me. Kinda unsafe with the amount of responsibilities there is to open the program. Then the typical few kids that talk back, act out, get aggressive, and stubborn!! In frustration, I sit them down and make them listen to me (the ultimate punishment). I leave work in the morning, get in my car, and pick up my bag to look for my phone. The genius that I am pick it up by the zipper and it breaks off... awesome! Then I drive to starbucks with hopes of caffeine just before I start track out with 28 5 year olds.
On my way to track out all I could do was pray "God, please help me control my attitude" because I know that's all I can offer. I can't control the kids, my coffee, a broken purse, or work. I have to be obedient to God for my actions and trust in God for others' actions. And when things don't go according to plan, I check my heart, seek God, speak Truth and then let it go.
As my day went on, I lost my voice, got a crick in my neck, and dealt with crazy kids' parents. Nothing got better except my attitude... and it my attitude said I needed cookie dough.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Apartment Etiquette
New Things: The movie Safe House, Dyed my hair chocolate brown
Now that I understand we can say whatever we want to our neighbors, no matter how ridiculous, I've listed a few of my own complaints about apartment living.
1. There are two types of good neighbors: a) those that get to know you, the good and bad, and b) those that keep to themselves completely. This means there is either a genuine relationship where care and friendship is the foundation in which conflict can be handled rightly, or I don't have to listen to you.
2. If you own pets, please keep their poop out of the grass. Barking can only happen between 9am-5pm, except when I'm home for a nap. No cats allowed, I'm allergic.
3. No babies (see #2)
4. Keep kids away from the pool. I don't care if they are with adult supervision. They are loud and splash water on me.
5. No having guests over to your home. The noise reminds me that I was not invited.
6. There is not enough parking. Therefore, if you do have guests have them move their car for me when I come home so I don't have to walk.
7. Take 3 min showers and recycle water being used for cooking. We share a water bill throughout the building and I don't want to be responsible for you.
8. Everyone needs to buy their own printer. I get frustrated when the ink is out in the business center printer.
9. Boyfriends do not have opinions
10. No moving around in your home because heavy footsteps, children playing, animals running, sitting down, or dropping objects cause me to be irrationally irritated.
Now that I understand we can say whatever we want to our neighbors, no matter how ridiculous, I've listed a few of my own complaints about apartment living.
1. There are two types of good neighbors: a) those that get to know you, the good and bad, and b) those that keep to themselves completely. This means there is either a genuine relationship where care and friendship is the foundation in which conflict can be handled rightly, or I don't have to listen to you.
2. If you own pets, please keep their poop out of the grass. Barking can only happen between 9am-5pm, except when I'm home for a nap. No cats allowed, I'm allergic.
3. No babies (see #2)
4. Keep kids away from the pool. I don't care if they are with adult supervision. They are loud and splash water on me.
5. No having guests over to your home. The noise reminds me that I was not invited.
6. There is not enough parking. Therefore, if you do have guests have them move their car for me when I come home so I don't have to walk.
7. Take 3 min showers and recycle water being used for cooking. We share a water bill throughout the building and I don't want to be responsible for you.
8. Everyone needs to buy their own printer. I get frustrated when the ink is out in the business center printer.
9. Boyfriends do not have opinions
10. No moving around in your home because heavy footsteps, children playing, animals running, sitting down, or dropping objects cause me to be irrationally irritated.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Diving into an empty pool
New Things: Chuck E. Cheese, Mellow Mushroom Trivia Night, Peanut Butter M&Ms addiction, Visited the SPCA
Most people jump to conclusions. A slice of time and context can be the gateway for the imagination to run away. Possibilities and stories are created in the mind to the point that it is blurred with reality. Presuppositions are concrete and facts are irrelevant. People don't jump, they plunge into the extremes: the worst possible scenario or the hope for a lovestruck stocker.
I'm logical. I like to think fully through a situation. I view things in all perspectives before forming my opinions and conclusions. I won't let my eyes deceive me. I ask questions and assume the best in people. I won't share my opinions as fact. I assume the worst in myself before I do in others. Innocent until proven guilty. (mom always thought I'd be a good lawyer).
A week ago I helped teach a devotional for work. I started out giving a list of words and asked the group to raise their hands if they thought the word was positive or negative. The list: wicked, sick, feminine, easy, work, lost, hysterical, and baby. Each of these words on their own at first glance can be good or bad. The idea was being positive is a whole person job. Our words, actions, relationships, purpose, intentions, etc... are part of the context that creates this positive influence in children's lives.
The same is true in our lives. A cute guy smiles at me may be the same smile he gives grandma. A dirty look from a girl may be a confused look after one of my thought provoking remarks. A child that has a sinful attitude is still a sinful attitude but it may be influenced by an unloving home or a bully at school. A friend that talks lounder than everyone else may not be deaf as much as they need compassion or attention. A friend that keeps things to themselves is not a slam to a friendship as much as it is a defense mechanism. A car that cuts you off in traffic may not be impatient but their wife could be in labor or running away from the cops.
This way of thinking is not permission to wallow in the various possibilities. It is not ok to think the best in yourself so that the scenario seems to go your way. It is simply my way of not worrying about everything until I know what's real, and then accepting it. God tells us not to worry because knows us, our desires, our needs. He takes care of the flowers and birds. Why on earth would we believe he would neglect his children? He also says that he will not allow us to go through any temptation without providiing a way out. When we worry it is because we do not trust these two promises from God.
Most people jump to conclusions. A slice of time and context can be the gateway for the imagination to run away. Possibilities and stories are created in the mind to the point that it is blurred with reality. Presuppositions are concrete and facts are irrelevant. People don't jump, they plunge into the extremes: the worst possible scenario or the hope for a lovestruck stocker.
I'm logical. I like to think fully through a situation. I view things in all perspectives before forming my opinions and conclusions. I won't let my eyes deceive me. I ask questions and assume the best in people. I won't share my opinions as fact. I assume the worst in myself before I do in others. Innocent until proven guilty. (mom always thought I'd be a good lawyer).
A week ago I helped teach a devotional for work. I started out giving a list of words and asked the group to raise their hands if they thought the word was positive or negative. The list: wicked, sick, feminine, easy, work, lost, hysterical, and baby. Each of these words on their own at first glance can be good or bad. The idea was being positive is a whole person job. Our words, actions, relationships, purpose, intentions, etc... are part of the context that creates this positive influence in children's lives.
The same is true in our lives. A cute guy smiles at me may be the same smile he gives grandma. A dirty look from a girl may be a confused look after one of my thought provoking remarks. A child that has a sinful attitude is still a sinful attitude but it may be influenced by an unloving home or a bully at school. A friend that talks lounder than everyone else may not be deaf as much as they need compassion or attention. A friend that keeps things to themselves is not a slam to a friendship as much as it is a defense mechanism. A car that cuts you off in traffic may not be impatient but their wife could be in labor or running away from the cops.
This way of thinking is not permission to wallow in the various possibilities. It is not ok to think the best in yourself so that the scenario seems to go your way. It is simply my way of not worrying about everything until I know what's real, and then accepting it. God tells us not to worry because knows us, our desires, our needs. He takes care of the flowers and birds. Why on earth would we believe he would neglect his children? He also says that he will not allow us to go through any temptation without providiing a way out. When we worry it is because we do not trust these two promises from God.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Back to the Future
New things: Circus!!
I have a k-5 boy at work that has self-appointed himself as my "helper". Really that means he walks with me to the office so he gets a special toy to play with when he is fed up with his group's activity. He is a challenge most of the time, but lets be honest, that's why I love him. Or it is because he brought me roses for Valentines Day. He got mad at me the other day for not letting him go to another group's activity so he threw a block, tensed his body and in a truly angry voice said to me "I'm mad at you! Wanna play Uno?" With an invitation like that, who could resist.
Today, however, was one of those days that reminded me of my entire life's purpose. I totally can see God's work in my life to bring me to this point! My education, jobs, desires, gifts from God, burdens, and joy all point me to my desire to love and serve those that can't speak up for themselves. The child that cannot count on their parents for a future. For the girl that does not believe they are valuable. For the boy that refuses to choose the narrow path. For the parents that have found themselves in jail, drugs or bankruptcy.
Today: My dear friend was having a moment. Frustrated getting out in a game and shoved a girl that was quite concerned with his integrity of playing the game fairly. When he came to me you could see him at boiling point. Outside in front of the school he began to run away from me because he refused to come sit down. DANGER! I'm not trying to run after a 5 year old, he's fast! Thankfully, he had set limitations in his mind how far he could run. He stopped at the edge of the grass before it hits the sidewalk next to the street. He allowed me to catch him. I picked him up and got him in the cafeteria and held him in my lap hugging him so that he could not break free, bolting towards the doors. We sat there with him begging me to let go, crying, sweating, and frustrated. Suddenly a purple car arrives in front of the school. A momentary pause paralyzed him and he realizes it is not mom but the car has come for him. It was the aunt. I'm standing with him in my arms, previously struggling to get as far from me as possible, now clinging as tight as he can. Still crying but begging me not to let go. Laying his head on my shourlder with tears streaming down his face. It broke my heart. It scares me. I'm limited and helpless. I can't save him. I have to hand him over. All I can do is hold him close, rub his back and say "I know buddy. I love you".
It broke my heart. All I want is to be able to love them. I want to help. Give hope (in Christ). I want more than to comfort. I want to make a difference. I want to give them their potential.
I have a k-5 boy at work that has self-appointed himself as my "helper". Really that means he walks with me to the office so he gets a special toy to play with when he is fed up with his group's activity. He is a challenge most of the time, but lets be honest, that's why I love him. Or it is because he brought me roses for Valentines Day. He got mad at me the other day for not letting him go to another group's activity so he threw a block, tensed his body and in a truly angry voice said to me "I'm mad at you! Wanna play Uno?" With an invitation like that, who could resist.
Today, however, was one of those days that reminded me of my entire life's purpose. I totally can see God's work in my life to bring me to this point! My education, jobs, desires, gifts from God, burdens, and joy all point me to my desire to love and serve those that can't speak up for themselves. The child that cannot count on their parents for a future. For the girl that does not believe they are valuable. For the boy that refuses to choose the narrow path. For the parents that have found themselves in jail, drugs or bankruptcy.
Today: My dear friend was having a moment. Frustrated getting out in a game and shoved a girl that was quite concerned with his integrity of playing the game fairly. When he came to me you could see him at boiling point. Outside in front of the school he began to run away from me because he refused to come sit down. DANGER! I'm not trying to run after a 5 year old, he's fast! Thankfully, he had set limitations in his mind how far he could run. He stopped at the edge of the grass before it hits the sidewalk next to the street. He allowed me to catch him. I picked him up and got him in the cafeteria and held him in my lap hugging him so that he could not break free, bolting towards the doors. We sat there with him begging me to let go, crying, sweating, and frustrated. Suddenly a purple car arrives in front of the school. A momentary pause paralyzed him and he realizes it is not mom but the car has come for him. It was the aunt. I'm standing with him in my arms, previously struggling to get as far from me as possible, now clinging as tight as he can. Still crying but begging me not to let go. Laying his head on my shourlder with tears streaming down his face. It broke my heart. It scares me. I'm limited and helpless. I can't save him. I have to hand him over. All I can do is hold him close, rub his back and say "I know buddy. I love you".
It broke my heart. All I want is to be able to love them. I want to help. Give hope (in Christ). I want more than to comfort. I want to make a difference. I want to give them their potential.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Diagnosis for Crazy
New Things: Read "Life Together" by Bonhoeffer, cooked enchiladas, ate at Over the Falls Deli new location, Watched Taking the Pelham 123
I can only explain my ridiculous behavior with the possibility that I might actually be crazy. Please don't judge me and love me despite myself. My apologies for how my crazy might effect you.
(These are in no particular order. All are equally crazy.)
1. I can't start a new book (or reading assignment) until I have finished the current one. The same goes with a tv show and chores.
2. I think it is better to sleep on the floor than my queen size sleigh bed with a new mattress.
3. The one thing that makes me feel better is actually the thing that makes me feel worse- COOKIE DOUGH or Running
4. My medicine is a dance party
5. I do not enjoy technology
6. Giving me a compliment is one of the worst things you can do to me.
7. A person of few words is most impressive to me.
8. Avocado, coffee, and bread are the staples in my diet.
9. I hate boardgames and game night because I am unhealthily competitive
10. I daydream about "what if" tragedy scenarios in my life
11. I order from menus based on how fun it is to say "Medium Mighty Meaty Mellow Mushroom" or "Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity"
12. I like movies that make the criminal seem intelligent.
13. I eat my food one ingredient at a time. (i.e. pizza: I eat the toppings, cheese, sauce, then bread)
14. A routine or predictability unnerves me.
15. I cannot concentrate without noise
16. The sound of a clock ticking or a turning signal drives me crazy.
17. I am a stickler on words being used appropriately. The words "love", "hate", "always", and "never" are too strong of words to throw around so lightly.
18. I waste time thinking about the most odd things, like why are there white crayons? why does a cloud represent a dream in cartoons? Is the color blue the same for everyone or do we just know to call that color blue? Why are Kenyans faster than everyone else? How does pushing a button on a box freeze time in a picture? What happened to Fraggle Rock?
19. I love trying to figure out the logic of a 5 year old or working with the most challenging child. The sad thing is I'm usually tracking their flow.
20. I have a shoulder dance that I do to my own beat that is now a universal sign for "oh yeah, this is happening to me right now"
21. I have a ridiculous knack for attracting the most unique situations like being paid to stop singing karaoke, share the gospel with a Druid, having a 50 year old woo me after meeting at Starbucks, laying tile at a bona fied hoarder's house, having my very own stalker, crazy guy that tried to live in my basement in college, being robbed by my next door neighbor, climbing a roof for a kid's shoe at work (these will be stories you get to view on the blog at some point).
22. I thrive off of foolish challenges. (ride a tricycle, have a dance off with a stranger, cupcake eating contest, take bets)
23. I'm terrified of public speaking but don't think twice about speaking my mind.
24. I have an unruly fear of horses, feet, falling asleep to silence, holding babies, and the Maasai Market in Kenya.
25. I drink hot coffee in the summer more than I drink water.
I can only explain my ridiculous behavior with the possibility that I might actually be crazy. Please don't judge me and love me despite myself. My apologies for how my crazy might effect you.
(These are in no particular order. All are equally crazy.)
1. I can't start a new book (or reading assignment) until I have finished the current one. The same goes with a tv show and chores.
2. I think it is better to sleep on the floor than my queen size sleigh bed with a new mattress.
3. The one thing that makes me feel better is actually the thing that makes me feel worse- COOKIE DOUGH or Running
4. My medicine is a dance party
5. I do not enjoy technology
6. Giving me a compliment is one of the worst things you can do to me.
7. A person of few words is most impressive to me.
8. Avocado, coffee, and bread are the staples in my diet.
9. I hate boardgames and game night because I am unhealthily competitive
10. I daydream about "what if" tragedy scenarios in my life
11. I order from menus based on how fun it is to say "Medium Mighty Meaty Mellow Mushroom" or "Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity"
12. I like movies that make the criminal seem intelligent.
13. I eat my food one ingredient at a time. (i.e. pizza: I eat the toppings, cheese, sauce, then bread)
14. A routine or predictability unnerves me.
15. I cannot concentrate without noise
16. The sound of a clock ticking or a turning signal drives me crazy.
17. I am a stickler on words being used appropriately. The words "love", "hate", "always", and "never" are too strong of words to throw around so lightly.
18. I waste time thinking about the most odd things, like why are there white crayons? why does a cloud represent a dream in cartoons? Is the color blue the same for everyone or do we just know to call that color blue? Why are Kenyans faster than everyone else? How does pushing a button on a box freeze time in a picture? What happened to Fraggle Rock?
19. I love trying to figure out the logic of a 5 year old or working with the most challenging child. The sad thing is I'm usually tracking their flow.
20. I have a shoulder dance that I do to my own beat that is now a universal sign for "oh yeah, this is happening to me right now"
21. I have a ridiculous knack for attracting the most unique situations like being paid to stop singing karaoke, share the gospel with a Druid, having a 50 year old woo me after meeting at Starbucks, laying tile at a bona fied hoarder's house, having my very own stalker, crazy guy that tried to live in my basement in college, being robbed by my next door neighbor, climbing a roof for a kid's shoe at work (these will be stories you get to view on the blog at some point).
22. I thrive off of foolish challenges. (ride a tricycle, have a dance off with a stranger, cupcake eating contest, take bets)
23. I'm terrified of public speaking but don't think twice about speaking my mind.
24. I have an unruly fear of horses, feet, falling asleep to silence, holding babies, and the Maasai Market in Kenya.
25. I drink hot coffee in the summer more than I drink water.
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