proud of myself...

hello stalkers... i mean, readers=)

I would like you to all know that I just finished 3.1 miles... granted it was on a treadmill, on an incline of zero, and my time would not win any race... but I finished.  It's little things like that that help me remember I am capable of doing something I put my mind and body to.  That is a good feeling.  I also laid in the tanning bed at the gym.  I was later informed by my dear sweet sister that this tanning bed has new bulbs and its alot stronger than regular beds.  greatttt... that's what I get for trying to look like I have been lounging by the pool.

welp, let's see...  today I got a graduation present from my parents... da- da- da -dummm...

the iPod touch.  Thanks mommy and daddy.  I can't wait to take a shower so I can play with my new toy.

He never lets go.

Things may be crazy right now but I am grateful for this...

He knows exactly what I need to hear, even on the radio on the way to work.

refreshed view...

Alot going on in my mind...

decisions...

so this is what growing up feels like.

My heart is not here in Macon. Not today anyways.

I need something to pour into, but right now, I don't feel like I have that.  I want the things I do to have an eternal purpose and not be just another thing off my to-do list.  I want to go on a trip.

It's funny that all three sentences in that last paragraph started with "I" and "want/need".  Maybe that's my problem, my focus is on the wrong thing.    

Feel the burn...

You know that feeling when you exercise and can't hardly move afterwards?  Well me and Baby Ruth travelled to the gym tonight... and I can barely walk now.  

But as much as I might complain -- it is a "good" feeling.

We did all kinds of stuff.  At one point we were tossing the medicine ball back and forth to each other and the only thing I was thinking the whole time was "Please don't nail me in the face...", because let's be honest, if that would happen to anyone, it would be yours truly. 

I got to talk to a sweet friend today.  This girl and I have been through alot together, including not showering for two weeks while we were at camp two summers ago.  So needless to say, we have a close bond (3130).  It's been several months since I talked to my dear EVM, and we picked up right where we left off.  We had alot to catch up on and it is so nice to know what all that the Lord is doing in her life.  I value her and our friendship that was started two years ago.  Thanks, EVM.  

In other random but important news... Jean Day tomorrow at work!  OK... so it does cost $2, but my boss actually paid for me, so kind of her.  It will be nice not to have to put on a pair of hose in the morning.  (I still have not gotten used to them yet.)  

Welp, I guess I'll see ya later...

Are you afraid of the dark?

No, friends, I am not talking about the ridiculous Nickelodeon show that used to come on that I was forbidden to watch... just a simple question, Are you afraid of the dark?

The reason I am thinking of this is because I am in the process of moving/ redo-ing my new room at home and tonight I will be sleeping in their for the first time.  I just finished painting the bed the other day and finally had time to make the bed in order for me to sleep in my new room.  As I was putting on the sheets, I was thinking to myself how scary its going to be to sleep in their tonight.  As lame as it sounds, I even considered leaving a lamp on until I adjust to my new bedroom. 

I don't know why I get scared in the dark.  Maybe it has something to do with the movie The Sixth Sense, which still to this day freaks me out... so much so that I won't even walk beside the foot of a bed, fearing that a little dead girl will grab my foot.  No, I am not kidding.  And please stop laughing at me.

I remember if I was ever alone at my apartment in Milledgeville, the only way I would fall asleep was by leaving the lights in the hallway on.

So if you read my blog, tell me what you are scared of. Is it the clowns at the circus that freak you out and makes you have nightmares?  Or maybe your like the woman I was reading about the other day who was very scared of ketchup.  Now, I don't really understand how you could be afraid of such a wonderful condiment, but I am sure she has her reasons.  

weekend update...

TLC comes up with the most creative documentaries.  However, they are the least bit creative with their names: "The World's Tallest Person", "The 1000 pound Man", "I Eat 33,000 calories a day", and the list goes on. Currently I'm watching "The Boy with a New Head".  A little boy from Uganda is getting some major reconstructive surgery done to his eyes and head.  These documentaries remind me of my college roommate, Emily.  No, not because she needs a major reconstructive surgery done to her face, in fact she has a beautiful face, but because we would always watch these shows together.  I would even make her come out of her room after she was already in bed to see some of these shows.  Remember the tiny girl with the super high voice, Emily?  I do.  I don't know what it is about these stories that I like so much.  Maybe just seeing the positive attitudes despite their physical deficiencies or abnormalities makes me a little more grateful for my current situation.

Last night, my mom, Ruthie and I met Caleb and a few of his friends at The Varsity and went to a Braves game.  It was so much fun and by far the best Braves game I've ever been too!  In the bottom of the 9th, we ended up coming back and tied up the game 4-4.  Then one of our guys hit the ball so hard that he broke the bat.  It ended up being a home run, making it a win for The Braves!

Today was AB's birthday, so Happy Birthday to AB!!!  You don't look a day over 40...

In other birthday news, today I did a birthday party at the ice cream shop I work at.  Normally, these are joyous, fun occasions consisting of ice cream sundaes, Bingo, and "Pin the Nose on the Clown".  Today however, was not so much-- all because of one little boy.  He was so rude and kept telling the birthday girl "I don't like you" and "I'm not going to watch you open your presents!"  At one point he even said "I'm going to kill you."  Classy.  Oh and did I mention he was not even 4?  Luckily, for him and for me, I am not his mother.  

Back to the 8:30-4:30 life tomorrow... and the good thing is, I am looking forward to work.  

A good Saturday morning...

Nothing like waking up and watching this video.  A good start to the weekend.

Wishing you a happy weekend.