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

love these...

                           

 

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.

Easter weekend

My grandmother sent this email to me. Normally I hate the long forward emails that get passed around but I really loved this one. Take a look...

The Story of Edith Burns
Edith Burns was a wonderful Christian who lived in San Antonio,Texas.  She was the patient of a doctor by the name of Will Phillips.  Dr. Phillips was a gentle doctor who saw patients as people.  His favorite patient was Edith Burns.


One morning he went to his office with a heavy heart and it was because of Edith Burns.  When he walked into that waiting room, there sat Edith with her big black Bible in her lap earnestly talking to a young mother sitting beside her.  Edith Burns had a habit of introducing herself in this way: "Hello, my name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Then she would explain the meaning of Easter,and many times people would be saved.


Dr. Phillips walked into that office and there he saw the head Nurse, Beverly. Beverly had first met Edith when she was taking her blood pressure.  Edith began by saying, "My name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?"  Beverly said, "Why yes I do."  Edith said, "Well, what do you believe about Easter?"  Beverly said, "Well, it's all about egg hunts, going to church, and dressing up."  Edith kept pressing her about the real meaning of Easter, and finally led her to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.


Dr. Phillips said, "Beverly, don't call Edith into the office quite yet. I believe there is another delivery taking place in the waiting room.  After being called back in the doctor's office, Edith sat down and when she took a look at the doctor she said, "Dr. Will, why are you so sad?  Are you reading your Bible? Are you praying?"  Dr. Phillips said gently, "Edith, I'm the doctor and you're the patient.."  With a heavy heart he said, "Your lab report came back and it says you have cancer, and Edith, you're not going to live very long."  Edith said, "Why Will Phillips, shame on you.  Why are you so Sad?  Do you think God makes mistakes?  You have just told me I'm going to see my precious Lord Jesus, my husband, and my friends.  You have just told me that I am going to celebrate Easter forever, and here you are having difficulty giving me my ticket!"


Dr. Phillips thought to himself, "What a magnificent woman this Edith Burns is!"  Edith continued coming to Dr. Phillips.  Christmas came and the office was closed through January 3rd.  On the day the office opened, Edith did not show up.  Later that afternoon, Edith called Dr. Phillips and said she would have to be moving her story to the hospital and said, "Will, I'm very near home, so would you make sure that they put women in here next to me in my room who need to know about Easter." 


Well, they did just that and women began to come in and shared that room with Edith.  Many women were saved.  Everybody on that floor from staff to patients were so excited about Edith, that they started calling her Edith Easter; that is everyone except Phyllis Cross, the head nurse.  Phyllis made it plain that she wanted nothing to do with Edith because she was a "religious nut".  She had been a nurse in an army hospital.  She had seen it all and heard it all. She was the original G.I. Jane.  She had been married three times, she was hard, cold, and did everything by the book.


One morning the two nurses who were to attend to Edith were sick. Edith had the flu and Phyllis Cross had to go in and give her a shot.  When she walked in, Edith had a big smile on her face and said, "Phyllis, God loves you and I love you, and I have been praying for you."  Phyllis Cross said, "Well, you can quit praying for me, it won't Work. I'm not interested."  Edith said, "Well, I will pray and I have asked God not to let me go home until you come into the family."  Phyllis Cross said, "Then you will never die because that will never happen," and curtly walked out of the room.


Every day Phyllis Cross would walk into the room and Edith would say, "God loves you Phyllis and I love you, and I'm praying for you."  One day Phyllis Cross said she was literally drawn to Edith's room like a magnet would draw iron.  She sat down on the bed and Edith said, "I'm so glad you have come, because God told me that today is your special day"  Phyllis Cross said, "Edith, you have asked everybody here the Question, "Do you believe in Easter but you have never asked me."  Edith said, "Phyllis, I wanted to many times, but God told me to wait until you asked, and now that you have asked."  Edith Burns took her Bible and shared with Phyllis Cross the Easter Story of the death, burial
and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Edith said,"Phyllis, do you believe in Easter? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is alive and that He wants to live in your heart?"  Phyllis Cross said, "Oh I want to believe that with all of my heart, and I do want Jesus in my life "Right there, Phyllis Cross prayed and invited Jesus Christ into her heart. For the first time Phyllis Cross did not walk out of a hospital room, she was carried out on the wings of angels.


Two days later, Phyllis Cross came in and Edith said, "Do you know what day it is?" Phyllis Cross said, "Why Edith, it's Good Friday."  Edith said, "Oh, no, for you every day is Easter. Happy Easter Phyllis!"  Two days later, on Easter Sunday, Phyllis Cross came into work, did some of her duties and then went down to the flower shop and got some Easter lilies because she wanted to go up to see Edith and give her some Easter lilies and wish her a Happy Easter.  When she walked into Edith's room, Edith was in bed.. That big black Bible was on her lap.  Her hands were in that Bible.  There was a sweet smile on her face.  When Phyllis Cross Went to pick up Edith's hand, she realized Edith was dead.  Her left hand was on John 14:

"In my Father's house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you, Iwill come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also." Her right hand was on Revelation 21:4 "And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, there shall be no more death nor sorrow, nor crying; and there shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away."


Phyllis Cross took one look at that dead body, and then lifted her face toward heaven,and with tears streaming down here cheeks, said, "Happy Easter, Edith - Happy Easter!"  Phyllis Cross left Edith's body, walked out of the room, and over to a table where two student nurses were sitting. She said, "My name is Phyllis Cross. Do you believe in Easter?"


"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own Understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."
Proverbs 3:5-6

And the winner is...

For the month of March I had a Scentsy drawing box at the front desk of WMU.  All you had to do was fill out your information and you could win a free Scentsy bar. Well now that it is officially April it was time to pick a winner.

Congratulations Brittni Kelly!!!

Her info has been blurred for her protection.

pretty pink peony possibilities

      I am on such a pink peony kick. Like that big one on the very top of the bouquet. I don't know why, but I'm just in love with them. I don't even know if they grow in Oklahoma or not. Hold on I'll go look....

      YES Peonies grow in OK. Sweet, now all I've got to do is get ahold of some...hummm. Maybe I'll buy some when I go home, just for fun. so many peony possibilities. :D

OklahomaBroadcastEducationAssociation is so very long...so all the cool kids say OBEA

 Yesterday I attended the OBEA Student Day in Oklahoma City. It was a time where broadcasting professionals displayed what kind of jobs and internships their companies have to offer for all the EMPD students. I made some really good connections with mostly radio companies and was able to keep my balance in my 3in. heels. I have yet to decide which was a bigger accomplishment. At about noon, we all filed into the dinning area and had a catered meal! Though a huge step up from the ARA, the food wasn't the best, but it was entertaining to watch my classmates fight over the delicious rolls.  It was a buffet style meal and after everyone had gotten their food, Ethan snuck back to the table and loaded up a plate full of rolls. Once he returned to the group, they were all but gone before the plate made contact with the table. They then presented the OBEA awards. Last semester I produced many radio commercials in my Audio Production class. One project Andrew, my classmate, and I did was for the Shawnee Animal Hospital.

It was alot of fun to produce, myself being the Vet and having to incorporate alot of animal sounds. Though we did well on the assignment, I didn't think it was good enough for competition, but Dr. Hadley thought otherwise. He entered our piece without our knowledge, only later telling us that we owed Mr. Bruce $10 for our entry fee. Going to the competition was not about the awards ceremony for me, but connecting to the professionals. However, to my surprise, Andrew and I took 1st place in the Radio Commercial category. Woohoo! It was exciting and very unexpected. Needless to say, I'm going to take entering competition more seriously from now on, and really work hard. Who knows, I may end up with some more plaques!

when i really should be doing finance hw

Tuesday's Scentsy Spring Sprint convention was AWESOME. I loved getting together with so many wonderful people that share the passion of Scentsy! Looking forward to stepping up my business this next year. Just a little shameless plug, if you are interested in hosting a Scentsy party, look me up...I'd love to introduce you and your friends to a great product. On top of being one of the first people to see the new Spring/Summer catalog, you also get free host rewards when you host a party! There are so many good reasons to do it. :) check it out --> sarahdoretti.scentsy.us


and i just love this....

Where did my background go?

For the next 22 minutes it is still February 14th, 2011...Valentine's Day, the day singles hate themselves the most and the day couples make a box of chocolate or a flower seem 500x times more special than it actually is. Don't get me wrong because chocolate is chocolate. Good for the soul any time of year, but on Valentine's Day it means omg-he-cares-about-me-so-much-we'll-be-together-forever! Why is it only appropriate to show love once a year? Why can't we cherish the ones we have all year long? When you think about it, our favorite memories are those that take us by surprise. Your friend brings you a Sonic drink while you're working, you find a sweet note in your mailbox. Stuff like that. I am not a Valentine's Day hater or have any desire to shoot spit wads at heart shaped balloons, but when I find my forever valentine, I want those special moments to come without Hallmark product placements.

Happy Valentine's Day loved ones. I cherish you.