okay, so not the I was planning on telling a single solitary soul, I'm going to tell the whole wide web...I've been reading the Twilight series, and I'm totally (sadly) into it. I hate books and movies about vampires and werewolves and other made up villains as a general rule, but for some odd reason have been very into these over my spring break. I started last saturday, and am nearly finished with the 3rd book. sad sad sad. but, in my defense, I have learned that I am surrounded by many other fans of the book; my hairdresser went on for hours ab all the ppl she's seen reading the book in her chair- so I felt a little better about all that.

anyway. I just got back from a nice weekend away. I went with my fabulous church family for a youth conference in Knoxville. 3 services in all, and not a bad way to spend the weekend by any means. i think i have come to love these weekend getaways..not because of what i expect them to do or to be i guess, but bc of the potential that they have. we took nearly 60 people. all of us different- different shapes, different colors, ages, stages, etc- and just the possibility of what this type of weekend has the potential to be for each different person is encouraging. whether its the type of weekend that ends up being completely life altering, or the kind that just ends up being the encouraging break, i look forward to these trips, these little breaks..can't wait for the next one.

speaking of breaks- i have found out that rather than being out of a job the beginning of may, i will be unemployed the first friday of april- hoo haa. but, bc God is good to me, I do have the next job pretty much in the bag. a few more details to be sorted out still, but there is a light at the end of this tunnel, thank God for that. i think there may be a week or two i'll sit unemployed, but hopefully it will be a welcomed break by then.

anyway, thats life for now. except for the scarf story! but it'll give you something to check back for next time ;)

retail therapy at its finest!

okay, so, i'm sitting at church waiting for band practice to be over, so since the computer was up anyway, i'll blog a sec.

as mentioned in my most favorite oldest sister's blog (funny girl, go read!) i have been on a slight retail therapy binge lately. not by any choice of my own you see, but life at nineteen has started to become increasingly stressful. seeing as how i don't take part in many other stress releaving activities, i shop. now, many of you i'm sure are saying how retail therapy is a hoax made up by women who cannot curb their spending, which i thought for the longest time! but alas, it's not a hoax at all. it's true! spending money on things that bring joy to a girls heart actually release endorphins, which create a natural high...or something to the ring of that.

anyway! i've been doing my fair share of shopping lately, and boy has it helped. now, i'm not one of those kids with a credit card, so all my purchases are cash money. and the way i figure it, if my bills are paid, and its my cash anyway, why the heck not. so, bc i know you are all dying to see these beauties that have recently become my family, i shall share.

i started with a little scarf action:

bought in both black and gray, for a steal!

and also:these two fabulous colors for spring! it'll be interesting...

also, a pair of boots from payless with a strong resemblence to the ugg cardy boots we all know and love, which happen to have no photo on payless.com, sorry kids.

AAANNDD, drum roll please.......
<<< this adorable thing i ordered from jcpenny on saturday, and am patiently waiting to get..patiently, such as a kid for christmas morning. that type of patiently. but, i had good reason, this bag was as steal at nearly 50% off. (and after the night i spent earning the $$ to purchase this beauty, i totally deserve it!)

much love to all! since I remember my password now maybe ill blog again shortly.

i had 10 minutes to post today, just a real quick "i'm still alive" type note...which has turned into this "still alive" sentence or two, bc it took me 8 of those 10 minutes to remember my name and password to sign in.

i have slo realized that along with having the talent to hack into voicemail boexes, i could probably figure out most passwords...

ha!

Oh when the Saints...

So, I went to a basketball game last night. The CHS Saints game to be exact. and while I was highly entertained, I have to admit that I so rather would have come home after watching becca and the girls play. I'll start with this, i don't think I have ever seen so much immaturity from one group of people in my life..sad part is, it wasn't from the high school group, but their parents. Their parents who (no use sugar coating it) made themselves look like morons. Between the yelling, the jeering, the hand gestures, oh!, and the beating of the seats during free throws..its high school! I understand that they feel as though they are being supportive parents, and obviously get into a pack mentality, but honestly, I wish they'd have acted their ages. The support things goes out the window for me, bc the parents were not ANYWHERE near as..lively during the girls game as they were during the boys game (which, sidenote, is totally sexist and could probably be a leading factor in the reasons girls have worse self worth than boys, but whatever). But I mean, the players and coaches kept themselves better in check than the people in the stands. Kudos to the Saints by the way, for visibly trying to keep their cool. I respected that the high school boys could keep it together better than their fathers could, sad but true. But at the same time, i doubt if the parents consider the impression that their attitudes and actions leave on not only passers by, but on their kids. Sure, they might be cool at the game but a lot of kids attitudes after the game are terrible. and just in general, their anger seems to flare up faster outside of a game than inside. Maybe I just don't get it. Growing up with 3 sisters, we didnt really get into going to games. but my dad! when he watched a game, if he wasn't reading his Bible, he was ironing or cleaning something, don't know if i ever saw him yell about a game. ever. which probably explains why I just dont get the rage some people manage to conjure up over a high school game.
But also, the saddest part to me, is why in the world these parents spend thousands to keep their kids out of the "filth" of public school, only to bring that filth to their games! Hellooo! In the great words of JK- "Potty mouth! Flush it!"
I guess people just get into the game. Parents being parents. I just hope I don't ever act like that one day. Something I've SO gotten lately is that the eyes are watching. Whether it's a small child who sells her parents out as drinkers, or a big kid who's anger lashes out with twice the intensity of their examples, if the recognize the behavior or not, its going to surface at some point, in some manner.

Maybe one day people will act on the adage they tell their kids...
"It's not whether you win or lose, but how you play [watch] the game."

So it's been a few days...thought about posting a few times, but due to a severe lack of anything truly interesting to post about, I didn't. But I look around and see all of my sisters with their funny/insightful blogs, and am almost immediately compelled to reciprocate with one of my own. So let's see...
1. My house is a mess- There is simply no better way to put it. I would say that I have a love/hate relationship with my washing machine, but that would be a lie. I hate doing laundry. Hate sorting it, hate waiting for the dryer to finish, loathe entirely the folding and putting away process. But, seeing as my roommate and I are both out of clean underwear, off to the laundry room I go.
2. Speaking of my roommate! I've learned something this week that (mercifully) I don't think I've realized the whole time she's been my roommate...she stinks. Weeeellll, not her, so much as her feet, which reek of a scent I'm not sure I've got the stomach to describe to you. It's a terrible stench that, if able, she loves to stick in one's face while laying on the couch, and then giggle like a school girl at the gagging noises I make. Gotta love a roommate.
3. As for our third roommate, I am proud to say that this week has been a victorious one for us all (drum roll please(drrrrrrrrrrrrr!)) Java >> poops on the puppy pad!! yaaaaaay! Sounds stupid, but I do believe I am one of many puppy mommy's who feels bad for going to work/school all day, and then coming home late only to have to beat the puppy who is so excited to see me she pees herself, bc she pooped (no lie) a foot away from the puppy pad. But thank the good Lord, I pray those days are behind us.
4. My funny sisters come home this weekend. I am over the moon excited about this. They live too far away from me, and I miss them. But they will be here and mine for the weekend, and again, I'm over the moon about that.
5. I am truly floored by the cycle of life. I know lots of people, and I like to get to know those people. Being the psychology major that I am, my classes have been getting me to look a little past the surface, and see why people do the things that they do, and after doing this, I've decided I know some pretty cool kids.
6. I also recognize that I have a problem with comma usage. I know this. If it bothers you, I apologize profusely.

I wish I had a 7th item, bc 6 is just an ugly number, but I sadly dont. Promise I'll try to make the next blog more interesting (but as said, this one was strictly to compete with my sisters).

So, after much debate last night, I decided that rather than going out of town after work, I'd stay home. So I stayed home' figured I had plenty of things to do today, so what the heck, I'll get stuff done. So last night I come home after work, pretty tired bc Sassy had a time falling asleep (her school is passing around the flu- heavy sigh) I come home to a very excited puppy. I let her out, then, attempt to drag the hundred pound box that contain my new shelves the 12 whole feet from my house to the door (to which I say I've done all the heavy lifting I plan to for the year). Then, I call the dog. and call the dog. and call the dog. She has decided to play hide & seek, apparently I'm it; and seeing as how it's about midnight, I can't yell all that loud due to the old crabby neighbors I've got. So there I am, running around in the dark, whisper yelling for the dog to "get her tiny butt over hear if she wants to live to see the morning", or something to that effect. 10 minutes late we're inside and yada yada, I go to bed. So, this morning, item numero uno on my list - sleep in - Check! then, i come out of the bedroom, again, to a very excited yapping puppy, only to find that the joy of my life has somehow chewed on my tablecloth. I'm trying to figure out how in the world she reached it to chew and pull on it, when I notice the GIANT blue cup that my lovely roommate left on the kitchen table. As I am picking up the little yapper, I notice the equally GIANT puddle of what I can only assume is sweet tea, ya know, syrupy sugary sweet tea, us being from the south and all; THEN I notice how wet and sticky Java is, and the dozen sets of tiny paw prints that she has tracked all over my kitchen. And all this in the first 4 minutes of being awake. So unlike the to-do list I had planned, I have mopped and cleaned the kitchen, beat and bathed the dog, and have another half a load of towels to wash. I swear, if she weren't so darn cute, and presently being very lovey dovey, she'd totally be outta here. But now, on to numero dos on my list, I am going to put together my supa dupa cute new shelves to go in my back room to hold all of the college books that have made me so incredibly intelligent. Hoo Haa.