More Fail!

Looking for these makes life great! Seriously.

What is "garge"? Is it short for garage? Or garbage?

I have a hobby of pronouncing words in a strange way. But I've never seen a misprint that does the same!

This camera did not alter this ad. The milk was seriously green. Perhaps in honor of the recent Shrek movie??

Wow! $0.0097! That IS a deal! (This picture came from my good friend Caitlin)

BM? No wonder this was in the clearance aisle. *snicker*

Now this is a WIN. This was written on one of the signs in our town a few years ago. I had completely forgotten about it until I was going through my photos last night. Love it!

We walk

I believe I've actually organized my thoughts enough to post something! Lately I've been thinking about so many things, but I feel like everything is too private to post publicly. I came to a realization today, though, about a verse that I've been familiar with for a long time and have never put much thought into.

For we walk by faith, not by sight.
2 Corinthians 5:7

This verse is stenciled up on the wall at the youth center in my town. I was there tonight, just reading the walls (kids can sign their name and write something) and my eyes happened to land on that verse. I've seen it countless times, but never really read it. Today I thought about it...not the difference of faith and sight, but the first part of the verse. We walk.

It doesn't say "We run." It says we walk. And it's very true. Right now, it seems as if time is at a standstill. Although I believe I am trusting with faith, not by sight, I feel like I want the future to hurry up and get here so my anxious anticipation will be stilled. It seems like it is killing me not knowing who I will marry, or if I will at all. I need to know whether I'll like teaching, whether I'll be good at it, where I'll end up. Why is that? Why can't I be happy with the present? I am walking by faith, but wanting to run. 


However, running blindly is not such a good idea! That is why we walk...we take one day at a time, trusting Jesus, and are able to have the knowledge that He has wonderful plans for us...whatever they are.

No title?

Tonight, I'm forcing myself to write.

I feel like it's really difficult to actually post something. Don't get me wrong- it's not like I have nothing on my mind. I think it's because I have so much I cannot sort it out enough to create a meaningful, witty, or thought-provoking post. Throughout the day, I come up with different things I could write extensively on...but as soon as I turn on my computer I get distracted by other things and it seems like such a hassle to start writing at all.

I guess this post doesn't really have a point, but at least I got some of my thoughts sorted out, right? It's a start, and hopefully I will get inspired and stay inspired until the ideas move from brain to screen.

I never did write about getting hit in the face, did I? Well, this 4th of July was definitely an interesting one. Around midnight a few friends and I were swimming in my friend Taylor's lake. They have a floating dock out in the middle, and four of us swam out to it. I was holding onto one side, while- get this- 3 guys were on the other. One of them is pretty close to 300 pounds, I'm sure. So needless to say, my side of the dock was out of the water. I remember saying "Whoa! I feel like I'm on the Titanic." That should have been my clue to let go, but the thought didn't even cross my mind. Suddenly I slipped. That in itself wasn't bad, but next the really big guy slipped off, too. While I was under the water, the dock dipped down and hit me in the face. I saw a really bright white light and got so, so scared. I thought I was going to be knocked out and drown out in the middle of this lake in the middle of the night. Thankfully, God was watching out for me. I surfaced and then grabbed onto the dock, and told my friends I had been hit. They put me on the dock and pushed it back to shore. So many things could've been wrong...I could've had a broken nose, broken cheekbone...I could've been blinded...and I could've drowned. I am so fortunate that I only had a gash under my eye, some bruises, and a swollen/black eye! I had to go to the emergency room and get it glued shut. Out of every possible outcome, I was able to come away relatively unhurt. Thank you God!

It's kind of weird, though. Everything that happens to me happens on my left side. This accident hurt the left side of my face. I broke my tooth a while ago and it was the left front one. My splenectomy scar is on my left side. I had a fungus under my big left toe and eventually the nail fell off. I may be forgetting things, but the point is, it's strange.

Anyway, I am glad I could write something significant. If you read this, thanks for reading! =]

Contentment eludes me...

I don't really know where to begin...I guess I'll just start with the fact that this summer is different than all my previous summers.

For starters, it's my first summer single again since 2 years ago. I got so used to having a best friend who would constantly accompany me on new adventures that I really miss it now. Really a lot.

Also, this summer I have been working non-stop. In a near literal sense. It's cause for a celebration when I have a day off. I'm not complaining, no, not at all, but it's just different. I feel like I should earn my keep to the max when I have the opportunity, since my parents are so selflessly paying for my schooling.

Putting those two factors together, you may be able to see how easy it is for me to feel kind of hopeless. It feels like all I do is work, work, work...yet for what? So I can have spending money for the school year? So I can get through school...but then what? Go out into the real world and get a job, just like everyone else. Right now, at this point in my life, it is very difficult to see what purpose my life has/will have. I'm not saying that I think there isn't one, but it's just tough to find it. Obviously I can't see it (that's why faith is not by sight), but I also can't feel it. With all this working, my life seems so out of control.

I guess a big thing is contentment. I'm in this transition period of my life. In these next 10 years or so, some of the biggest changes of my life will most likely take place. Graduating for good, getting a real job, a house, a car, insurance, maybe marriage, kids. I feel so in between, and not content with this waiting stage.

I want so desperately to have contentment. It's a very deep desire of mine to be at ease with whatever situation I'm in, and not wish for something more or something different. I realize this constant striving is human nature, and I really wish to get past that. There are fleeting moments when I am okay, but slowly that discontentment starts to creep back in. And it bothers me to no end. So my prayer is that I will work heartily unto the Lord, that I will rejoice always, and be anxious about nothing. I alone can't do this, but with God I can.

Soo...sometimes I write stuff on this blog.

It may seem pointless...or boring...I don't know. But! It has come a LONG way. =]

This is my old Xanga profile. I absolutely hated writing updates. I thought it was the stupidest thing and that I would never enjoy writing. I almost forgot about Xanga, but something the other day reminded me of it. It's kind of hilarious.

Anyway. This post is over now!