Wednesday, January 28, 2009



I'm not sure what muse has inspired me to write again, but as of yesterday, after 20 consecutive days of silence, I'm back. Hope you missed me. : ) Oh, and I'm feeling rather cheeky tonight, so beware.

Not much has been happening lately other than the usual going-to-class excitement. The one exception being that I've been going to the gym an average of five days a week for the past 3 weeks. I really love going (most days). I go with at least two other girls, sometimes more. My friends are awesome encouragers, and heaven knows I need it sometimes. The best part about working out is that it's fun. We do lots of different things, so we don't get burned out on one thing in particular. Another plus is that I'm taking a step in the right direction towards bathing suit season. That never hurts. Plus, I feel so much better (when you get past the soreness).

The semester has been rather blah, not for one particular reason or another, just has been. I'm hoping for a turn around, because yesterday I had a really great day. There was nothing really spectacular that happened (sadly, I didn't win the lottery), but I just felt great, was in a good mood, and got lots of things accomplished. In my book, that makes for a great day.

Now for a shocking, disturbing-nay horrifying newsflash:


(Dun, dun, dunnnn...)

Now here's the latest news out of a small Starkville kitchen:
An innocent woman was seen cooking blueberry pancakes when suddenly, something went horribly wrong. The pancakes mutated and took on a life of their own. This was the outcome:

So that was the saga of my first time making blueberry pancakes. I did, however, make successful apple cinnamon muffins, chocolate chip muffins, and my first fritatta. They were all quite delicious.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

25 Completely Random Facts and Figures About Me

I did this on Facebook because I was tagged about twenty times, so I thought I'd share it here too.

25 Completely Random Facts and Figures about Me:

1. I am the middle child. I have an older sister and a younger brother. I don’t get the whole middle child syndrome though. I’ve always just been the peace keeper. I am extremely close to my family. We’re all scattered at the moment, which makes me very sad, but I still have a strong relationship with each person.

2. I was raised in southern Mississippi, and I shall forever be a Mississippi girl, even though my family and I were exiled to Texas for a time.

3. I don’t have a favorite band or genre of music. I go through phases. My last phase was Country music, and that lasted for 6 months. I’m currently in between phases.

4. I’m a romantic at heart. Not all that gushy lovey-dovey junk though. Sickening. But honest to goodness, through good times and bad, love.

5. Valentine’s Day is a stupid holiday. It sucks if you are single (then it is known as S.A.D: Single’s Awareness Day), and if you have a significant other, it only serves as a reminder that they need to treat you to something special every once and a while. It’s a no-fail reminder because the media and commercial markets will not let them forget it. It is my opinion that you should do something special for that person every day. (I’ll get off my soapbox for now…)
6. I’ve been a Christian for 13 years and I love Christ with all that I am. I could never make it through the hard times or the good without my Savior.

7. When I go home during holidays or over the summer, I have an 11 hour drive. Driving that too much will make you crazy. Not kidding.

8. I have two dogs, Wicket and Molly. Both are mini dachshunds. My mom raises them, so we have lots of dogs and puppies at home.

9. It took me years to learn how to spell dachshund correctly. Datsun…dachsund…dashound…doxie…

10. I really don’t like it when people call them wiener dogs…it’s weird…

11. If I could choose anywhere in the world to visit, I’d choose Italy.

12. I am not an articulate person. I will stutter and stumble over my words, especially if I’m nervous or uncomfortable. It’s embarrassing. However, when I write, all my words and thoughts seem to come untangled.

13. I’m a word buff. I like unusual and interesting words, and I like to make what I’m saying sound good by putting words together and making a statement contrary to how people actually speak. It’s fun.

14. Boxers are my second favorite breed of dog. We’ve had once since I was little, and I hope I always have a boxer around. They’re such clowns, but also really affectionate. And they’d scare the mess out of someone that didn’t know better.

15. Some of my heroes are: My mom, my sister, C.S. Lewis, Jane Austen, Paul, and...I know there's more, I just can't think of them right now.

16. I’m a major in Communication (at Mississippi State, of course) with an emphasis in PR.

17. I’m working towards being an event planner, either corporate or private.

18. I’m hoping to get a minor in Spanish. I’ll let you know after I get my final grade in Spanish III…

19. Even though I don’t seem like the “outdoorsy” type, I really love being outside.

20. My favorite season is early fall.

21. I’m addicted to coke (as in the soda) and running.

22. I have always loved the idea of rock wall climbing, and only yesterday made that idea into a reality.

23. I have the best friends in the whole, entire world. They support me, love me, are goofy with me, and aren’t afraid to slap me upside the head if I need it (which is often). Each person is incredibly special to me! Some friends are close, and some are far away, but I still love the time I get to spend with them all. (And because I love you all sooo much, I tagged you in this note!!! Mwahaha!)

24. I have a whole other side of me that people rarely get to see.

25. Though I have problems just like anyone else, I consider myself to be incredibly blessed!

The End

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Here We Go Again

Another semester has begun. I really didn't want to leave my family, but we all had to get back to our respective places, whether we liked it or not. Classes were good today. Spanish III will be difficult because we can't speak any English in there. I caught most of what was going on today, so I'm sure I'll get used to it. Hope tomorrow is as good.

How many times must you start over fresh? Seems like every time I turn around, there something new to get over, to move past. It's so difficult sometimes. Hurt feelings seem to linger. Coversations are replayed in my head, and I start wishing I could go back and change words or actions. All so frustrating. But, as they say, that's life!