Let me tell you what I am concerned about. Posting. I don't really understand why no one takes the time to post on this blog besides me. I guess I miss hearing about everyone else's lives. I mean, you guys know all about me, me, me because I keep this so updated but I haven't heard enough about everyone else. Just post me a comment about what "stirs your affections for God", what book you've read recently, or what news story you are covering, or what Greek word you may or may not be studying. Thank you for your time and your attention.
Stay classy Knoxville.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Okay so..
Let me tell you about my prize possession. My car. I could list pages and pages of all the weird things it does but I'm here to just tell you about one.
I have a leak in my car. Every time it rains my floorboard is soppy wet. Its really fun when it rains hard enough and there is an actual puddle. When you go up a hill the water splashes backwards and when the go down a hill just the opposite. I'm probably not the first one to notice this but it has rained a lot these past couple of days. So last night when I parked in the garage I cracked my windows so when I had to drive it today it wouldn't smell like wet dog. Which happens a lot because I forget to or I am parked outside and I can't. So I am kind of frustrated when I am getting into my car today because I can't find my shoes. So I get in and turn to look in the back seat for my shoes. There is a huge spider web hanging between my two front seats. If you don't know me, I am terrified of spiders. I scream and jump out of my car as quick as possible. To make things worse, my dad isn't home. So where is my prince to rescue me from this horrible monster? No where to be found. So as I'm pacing the garage (more like jumping around making sure there aren't any spiders on me) I decide that I have to get it out myself. EW EW EW. I find a folder in my car and get it out. But the whole way to moms house I could have sworn there were tons of spiders crawling all over me. Now I guess I will not be cracking my windows every time it rains. Wet dog or spiders? I would take wet dog any day!
I have a leak in my car. Every time it rains my floorboard is soppy wet. Its really fun when it rains hard enough and there is an actual puddle. When you go up a hill the water splashes backwards and when the go down a hill just the opposite. I'm probably not the first one to notice this but it has rained a lot these past couple of days. So last night when I parked in the garage I cracked my windows so when I had to drive it today it wouldn't smell like wet dog. Which happens a lot because I forget to or I am parked outside and I can't. So I am kind of frustrated when I am getting into my car today because I can't find my shoes. So I get in and turn to look in the back seat for my shoes. There is a huge spider web hanging between my two front seats. If you don't know me, I am terrified of spiders. I scream and jump out of my car as quick as possible. To make things worse, my dad isn't home. So where is my prince to rescue me from this horrible monster? No where to be found. So as I'm pacing the garage (more like jumping around making sure there aren't any spiders on me) I decide that I have to get it out myself. EW EW EW. I find a folder in my car and get it out. But the whole way to moms house I could have sworn there were tons of spiders crawling all over me. Now I guess I will not be cracking my windows every time it rains. Wet dog or spiders? I would take wet dog any day!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Role call!
Short story to share before I get back to my oodles and becoodles of homework.
Hopefully you have seen Bring it On. I used to be really obsessed with that movie probably until 6th grade when I tried out for the cheerleading team...and didn't make it. Ha
Friday evening I had to go to a recital at UT so that I could write a review about it for Music Appreciation. This kid from my class was supposed to go with me but cancelled last minute. So then Mom was going to go with me but then she remembered that she had a meeting to go to. So I was looking through my phone at all the possibilities and I couldn't think of someone that wasn't busy or wouldn't want to shoot themselves if they came with. So number one you should be proud of me for going by myself because I usually need a wing man just go to the grocery store. Anyway, when I got there I found my seat (by myself) and got out my paper to take notes. There were quite a few people there but everyone was pretty spread out. As I watched the crowd I realized that pretty much everyone knew each other. Band geeks. Right before the recital started a guy sat in the seat right behind me. So as the music started and kept going I was taking notes. Paranoid me couldn't help but think that this guy was starring at what I was writing. I started thinking about in Bring it On when the two cheerleaders go to the other school to see the Clovers cheer at a basketball game.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU7eDWecfFc&feature=PlayList&p=0D8B4265ACF1B7DF&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=4
So what I kept thinking was going happen was when I got up to leave I was going to be followed out to the parking lot and asked to had over my notes because obviously I was there stealing all the musical ideas to take back to my school.
Band geek #1: Hand it over!
Me: What are you talking about?
Band geek #2: The notes you were taking so that you can copy our performance.
Me: That's not what I was doing. I have to write a paper for class.
Band geek #3: Sure sure. We have seen your friends down here every week trying to steal what we got. Who do you think came up with Trumpet Cantata in B flat minor? Huh?! Not your lame school.
Me: Woah woah woah! I really wasn't stealing anything.
Band geek #1: Whatever! Just don't let us catch you here again.
It played out a little more dramatic in my head than I can actually explain but walking to my car was pretty scary. Luckily I made it.
The End.
Hopefully you have seen Bring it On. I used to be really obsessed with that movie probably until 6th grade when I tried out for the cheerleading team...and didn't make it. Ha
Friday evening I had to go to a recital at UT so that I could write a review about it for Music Appreciation. This kid from my class was supposed to go with me but cancelled last minute. So then Mom was going to go with me but then she remembered that she had a meeting to go to. So I was looking through my phone at all the possibilities and I couldn't think of someone that wasn't busy or wouldn't want to shoot themselves if they came with. So number one you should be proud of me for going by myself because I usually need a wing man just go to the grocery store. Anyway, when I got there I found my seat (by myself) and got out my paper to take notes. There were quite a few people there but everyone was pretty spread out. As I watched the crowd I realized that pretty much everyone knew each other. Band geeks. Right before the recital started a guy sat in the seat right behind me. So as the music started and kept going I was taking notes. Paranoid me couldn't help but think that this guy was starring at what I was writing. I started thinking about in Bring it On when the two cheerleaders go to the other school to see the Clovers cheer at a basketball game.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU7eDWecfFc&feature=PlayList&p=0D8B4265ACF1B7DF&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=4
So what I kept thinking was going happen was when I got up to leave I was going to be followed out to the parking lot and asked to had over my notes because obviously I was there stealing all the musical ideas to take back to my school.
Band geek #1: Hand it over!
Me: What are you talking about?
Band geek #2: The notes you were taking so that you can copy our performance.
Me: That's not what I was doing. I have to write a paper for class.
Band geek #3: Sure sure. We have seen your friends down here every week trying to steal what we got. Who do you think came up with Trumpet Cantata in B flat minor? Huh?! Not your lame school.
Me: Woah woah woah! I really wasn't stealing anything.
Band geek #1: Whatever! Just don't let us catch you here again.
It played out a little more dramatic in my head than I can actually explain but walking to my car was pretty scary. Luckily I made it.
The End.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Hate to see you leave...
but I'd love to watch you go.
Yes, that line is still being used. Or at least at Walters State it is. That should tell you something.
Movie character analysis papers are not fun. I already have a hard time describing things so how much harder will it be to describe a movie. Actually it will be easier than I think. That is when I actually start working on it. It's the last paper of the semester and hopefully of my life.
12 more classes and finals! I'm so looking forward to summer. All the trips, all the relaxing and refreshing, all that God is going to do. Yep, can't wait.
Yes, that line is still being used. Or at least at Walters State it is. That should tell you something.
Movie character analysis papers are not fun. I already have a hard time describing things so how much harder will it be to describe a movie. Actually it will be easier than I think. That is when I actually start working on it. It's the last paper of the semester and hopefully of my life.
12 more classes and finals! I'm so looking forward to summer. All the trips, all the relaxing and refreshing, all that God is going to do. Yep, can't wait.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Question.
What is there to do at 1 o'clock in the morning? I bet there are plenty of answers. I was babysitting. This women had to take a guy out that was visiting from somewhere. He is someone special that has to do with whoever she works for. The details are obviously not important. I don't know about you but if I had to get up at 6 A.M. I would not be stumbling in at 1 A.M. Thats just me. I like to sleep.
This post is not actually about the wee hours in the morning. While I was babysitting I was thinking a lot. And maybe its because I'm a girl or maybe is just cause but I just couldn't help but think about I how I can't wait for the day that I'm taking my kids to the park and I'm tucking my kids into bed and how I get to go to sleep in my house with my husband and my family. Yeah, that's what I came up with in 4 hours of free time. Ramsey said the other day that he feels sorry for the guy that is going to marry me. Haha I love my brother. He is precious.
The real question is why in the world am I awake?
This post is not actually about the wee hours in the morning. While I was babysitting I was thinking a lot. And maybe its because I'm a girl or maybe is just cause but I just couldn't help but think about I how I can't wait for the day that I'm taking my kids to the park and I'm tucking my kids into bed and how I get to go to sleep in my house with my husband and my family. Yeah, that's what I came up with in 4 hours of free time. Ramsey said the other day that he feels sorry for the guy that is going to marry me. Haha I love my brother. He is precious.
The real question is why in the world am I awake?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Time to celebrate!
Today is "National Stress Awareness Day" or "National Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day". Pretty exciting, huh?
How do I know this? Well my music teacher told us. Why? Who knows. I feel really sorry for him because he is so into what he is teaching and I'm pretty sure no one listens to him. Nothing I learn in that class is going to change my life. At least I don't think so. I have a friend that every time she tells a story she wants to tell it to where you will feel like you were there. Like you were involved and you will feel the exact feelings she had at the time. I think that's really cool. Until you have a teacher who does the exact thing except you don't want to know the feelings he had when he read about Giacomo Puccini or Peter Tchaikovsky. Not that I don't like music. Actually today I was thinking that it would be fun to go to a symphony or a ballet and without a lot of composers, we wouldn't have either of those things. But I guess I'm just tired of school. Just to clarify that doesn't mean I'm not going to keep going to school. Don't tell me step dad I said I'm tired. Ha ha. I really just laughed way too hard and you are probably confused. Either way, I love life. Really.
Today I was listening to this girl and guys conversation behind me and I jumped in because I thought I had something that might help. They just looked at me like I was stupid. If you are Chuck then you probably are laughing or not. I do that too much. Nah. Not enough.
Just a question. On stress awareness day are you supposed to just be aware that you are stressed? Because they didn't say anything about helping you not be stressed. Oh well.
I love you guys!
How do I know this? Well my music teacher told us. Why? Who knows. I feel really sorry for him because he is so into what he is teaching and I'm pretty sure no one listens to him. Nothing I learn in that class is going to change my life. At least I don't think so. I have a friend that every time she tells a story she wants to tell it to where you will feel like you were there. Like you were involved and you will feel the exact feelings she had at the time. I think that's really cool. Until you have a teacher who does the exact thing except you don't want to know the feelings he had when he read about Giacomo Puccini or Peter Tchaikovsky. Not that I don't like music. Actually today I was thinking that it would be fun to go to a symphony or a ballet and without a lot of composers, we wouldn't have either of those things. But I guess I'm just tired of school. Just to clarify that doesn't mean I'm not going to keep going to school. Don't tell me step dad I said I'm tired. Ha ha. I really just laughed way too hard and you are probably confused. Either way, I love life. Really.
Today I was listening to this girl and guys conversation behind me and I jumped in because I thought I had something that might help. They just looked at me like I was stupid. If you are Chuck then you probably are laughing or not. I do that too much. Nah. Not enough.
Just a question. On stress awareness day are you supposed to just be aware that you are stressed? Because they didn't say anything about helping you not be stressed. Oh well.
I love you guys!
Monday, April 6, 2009
You know those days...
you sit around and ask yourself I wonder what Virginia and Hannah Steinbach's relationship consists of. Fear no longer. I'm going to tell you. There are three important things that keep us together.
1) Eating
2) Watching movies
3) Sleeping
Yes. It is a pretty complicated friendship. I'm telling you this because I want to share an amazing picture. Today Hannah came over and we tried to decide what movie to watch but we have already seen the 4 I own way too many times. So the next thought would be to go to moms house and try to find a movie to watch On Demand. We arrive at mothers and Dennis is sitting on the couch watching Locked Up Abroad or something just as interesting. I thought he was going to work but he would not leave. (Not that I wanted him to...) So we decide we will cook dinner for mom. We are obviously great cooks. So we look online for a new recipe to try. No luck. We default to our normal meal of making a pizza. Just a side note here, Hannah and I make some AMAZING pizza. Back to the story. After all our hard work of preparing the meal we are exhausted. I lay down on my bed and Hannah lays down...on my desk.
She is just precious!
Love you all!
1) Eating
2) Watching movies
3) Sleeping
Yes. It is a pretty complicated friendship. I'm telling you this because I want to share an amazing picture. Today Hannah came over and we tried to decide what movie to watch but we have already seen the 4 I own way too many times. So the next thought would be to go to moms house and try to find a movie to watch On Demand. We arrive at mothers and Dennis is sitting on the couch watching Locked Up Abroad or something just as interesting. I thought he was going to work but he would not leave. (Not that I wanted him to...) So we decide we will cook dinner for mom. We are obviously great cooks. So we look online for a new recipe to try. No luck. We default to our normal meal of making a pizza. Just a side note here, Hannah and I make some AMAZING pizza. Back to the story. After all our hard work of preparing the meal we are exhausted. I lay down on my bed and Hannah lays down...on my desk.
She is just precious!
Love you all!
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