clueless

I'm not gonna lie, I'm clueless when it comes to guys. They confuse the heck out of me and I just don't understand how their brains work. I'm sure that's even more true for guys being baffled by our female complexities. That's why its so interesting to me that God set up life the way He did. He purposely made men and women on different wavelengths and said "Ok, now get along!"

Last night I learned an interesting thing about those Y chromosomes while on a group TWIRP date. Some of the Taylor and West University Apt RA girls TWIRPed (The Woman Is Required to Pay) some Agee RAs and took them to this restaurant called Pops, which featured hundreds of different sodas in glass bottles.

It was a long wait for food, but it was a lot of fun hanging out all together. The plan was then to go see Lion King in 3D but the times got a little mixed up so we ended up at Starbucks at Bricktown for a couple hours. It was there that I learned something new about guys. I was sitting on the arm of a big leather chair that my dear friend Mandi was occupying. Three out of the five guys offered me their chair at different times, but I politely declined opting for my comfortable leather perch. I thought it was sweet that they offered but I honestly was quiet ok where I was. After the third gentleman asked, Evan ever so politely informed me that when guys ask "Would you like this chair?" it's not really a question, but more of a "Here, take my chair." It is considered impolite if you decline the chair, because it takes away from their male responsibilities and they feel guilty. Now I don't know if every guy would agree with his understanding of giving a lady your chair, but I had no idea that's how some guys saw it. I quickly turned to Jon who had been the last one to have offered and said "Yes, I would please like a chair". He laughed and gave me his, bringing over another for himself.

Girls often complain about guys not stepping up and being men, I am guilty of this myself, but what yesterday taught me was sometimes we don't let them be men.  When a gentlemen offers you a chair or opens a door for you, don't take that for granted. They are being kind and if we as sisters in Christ don't give them affirmation that we appreciate the little things, how do we expect them to know how we like to be treated?

Applying for Apple CEO

Today was the first day of the last year of higher education here at Oklahoma Baptist University. And it scares the crap out of me. After this year, then what?! Where do I go? What do I do?! Do I whittle away pointless years of my life at the bear store dealing with the same Disneyland tourists day in and day out until I'm old and grey? Do I move to Dallas with Mandi to start a mysterious and slightly intriguing life where "everything is bigger"? Or do I move back home and do something else completely different that I haven't even considered yet? O the possibilities.

But in other news, Steve Jobs is retiring. I will be wearing black for the rest of the week and only consuming apples for the next month to pay respect to this great man.

Yep.

Location, Location, Location

I could have kissed you under cherry blossoms,
pale petals drifting down like the trees
wanted to pretend they could be snowclouds.

I could have kissed you in the rain, drenched to
our bones and not even caring that the skies
opened up above us and tried to wash us out.

I could have kissed you in a clearing
in the most secluded woods,
with just the sound of wind rustling through the leaves
and a few voyeuristic finches peeping at us.

Instead, I kissed you in the parking lot of a Waffle House,
just shy of 2 a.m. in the middle of a hectic week,
with our waitress grinning at us from the other side of the window,
because, honestly, how could I not?

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published May 11, 2011

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Now what do I do?

I've come to an interesting crossroad in my life; something very important to me has ended and I don't know how I feel about it. Normal people blog about life's various trials, family members slipping away from this Earth, and long lost loves they wish would never have ended, but no...these are not the issues I am plagued with today. My anguish comes from a different place in my heart, a place where Storm Troopers stand guard while a man called the Doctor plays with buttons and knobs on the Millennium Falcon. A place where Hobbits, house-elves, and ewoks chat over a mug of butterbeer in the cafeteria of the Starship Enterprise. I can deny it no longer and have to accept the terrible news, I have finished the Harry Potter series.

While you may think, "what? That's no big deal, I read them when I was 12, they've been out forever." To that I would recall the sad tale of my Harry Potterless childhood and how I was introduced to the series my freshmen year of college. That is when my love began; Beth Jones had me watch The Sorcerer's Stone and I was hooked. After taking in all of the movies that were currently out, I needed more and began reading the books. Soon my sister was interested in the series and next came my mother. I am proud to say my mom has read the entire series twice and the seventh book three times. While at school (unfortunately not Hogwarts) my ability to read the series was limited, so the two weeks I have been home for summer has been devoted to finishing the epic tale. Now that I have, what do I do? In a month the last movie will come out and then I will be at an even bigger loss! I'm sure I will suffer from withdrawals and dream that I walk back in forth three times in front of the Room of Requirement. I'm told it will get easier as time goes on; I only hope they are right. And for those of you who are as devoted of fans...I totally called Snape's connection!

God of Earth and Outer Space

My dear friend Beth and I often went on adventures our Freshmen year at OBU. One day we found our dorm's Prayer Room that hadn't been used in quite some time. Besides the musty chairs and lack of windows, the room lacked any other character. However, a particular hymn in one of the books caught our eyes. It was entitled "God of Earth and Outer Space". Today Beth and I recalled that funny little memory and I finally looked up the lyrics. This jem was too good to not share. Take a look....


"God of Earth and Outer Space"

God of earth and outer space, God of love and God of grace, Bless the astronauts who fly. As they soar beyond the sky. God who flung the stars in space, God who set the sun ablaze, Fling the spacecraft thro the air, Let man know your presence there.

God of atmosphere and air, God of life and planets bare, Use man's courage and his skill As he seeks your holy will. God of depth and God of height, God of darkness, God of light, As man walks in outerspace, Teach him how to walk in grace.

God of man's exploring mind, God of wisdom, God of time, Launch us from complacency To a world in need of thee. God of power, God of might, God of rockets firing bright. Hearts ignite and thrust within, Love for Christ to share with men.

God of earth and outerspace, God who guides the human race, Guide the lives of seeking youth In their search for heavnly truth. God who reigns below, above, God of universal love, Love that gave Nativity, Love that gave us Calvary.